Here we are in late December,
We’ve said goodbye to old November,
We await that magic night,
As Christmas Eve hoves into sight.
We picture now the snowy scene,
Our house bedecked with living green,
The eve is mother to the day,
As Mary was so far away.
And anyone can light a candle,
Let it glow and shine out bright.
Yes. Anyone can light a candle,
To remember that Christmas night.
On Christmas Eve the bells will ring,
and we will gather round to sing,
Christmas songs around the Yule,
Whether you are King or fool.
Noble, Squire, Prince or knave,
Upright Yeoman, warrior brave,
Bishop, Deacon, vicar, priest,
All enjoy the Saviour’s Feast.
So. Everyone should light a candle,
and raise a glass of wine.
Yes. Let’s all light a candle,
and drink to thee and thine.
So push the Advent doors ajar,
And look to see what’s there,
Three Wise men coming from afar,
With gifts enough to spare.
Christmas cheer in homes and halls,
Drive the winter’s dark away.
The Christmas Eve which we all love,
This special festive day.
So. Let’s keep lighting candles,
While we anticipate,
The Christmas that is coming,
That fine mid-winter’s date.
And let us remember that first Christmas Eve,
When first was revealed the things we believe,
So long ago so far away,
In Bethlehem that Christmas Day?
With angels singing songs so loud,
Old Joseph standing there so proud,
Young Mary overwhelmed by all,
Who bore the child at her Lord’s call.
No-one lit the candles,
Not in that stable bare.
No. No-one lit the candles,
To shine on the babe so fair.
There were no bells on that first night,
No Christmas trees festooned in light,
Not in a palace grand, nor hall,
But just a baby in a stall.
With *** and oxen on the straw,
The shepherds standing by the door.
Or so the tale was handed down,
Of Christmas night in Bethlem town.
And so, we wait and by-your-leave,
We shall see in this Christmas Eve.
So. Let’s keep lighting candles,
Upon these Christmas nights.
Yes. Let’s keep lighting candles,
The real Christmas lights.
Thanks to Jon Anderson for the inspiration.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC
We were as one for ages now we’re not
what happened then to us I know not what
this thing came right between us then and there
so ghastly for us both - do you still care?
For we have loved and we still should
so long together it is good.
So many years so many days
have we come to our parting ways?
I cannot do a single thing.
I’m lost, bereft - but wear my ring.
I think of you and nothing more
I wish I could walk through our door.
An act in terror you must know
Should not betray us, please don’t go
Don’t let our shared life disappear
We’ve been together every year
For 34 near 35,
I feel so numb no more alive.
How could our love go oh so wrong?
Is it true you will say: so long?
Though you have thrown me from your life
to me we are still man and wife.
I do not want for you to go
I need you and I love you so.
I pledged to you until I die
I can’t believe this is goodbye.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
Duet
He
I thought of you the other day,
But words that came I could not say.
They rolled around inside my head.
And then away like clouds they sped.
So odd for me to be tongue-tied,
When thinking of my muse: inspired
My poetry and verse and song.
Those thoughts of times that are long gone.
I think of you, I dream of you
How my heart breaks, I can’t be with you.
When doubts arose, when fears ensued
I close my eyes, I think of you.
So often now my thoughts confused,
When on your countenance I mused,
What are these feelings long and deep?
Disturbing me when ere I sleep?
And then each morn when I awake,
The physicality is there.
Your memory a burning ache,
As distance means we cannot share.
I think of you, I dream of you
How my heart breaks, I can’t be with you.
When doubts arise, when fears ensue
I close my eyes, I think of you.
When slumbering: of you I dream,
Remembering you with a smile.
So real to me those feelings seem,
My life is now a trial.
They mix my feelings, heart is scarred.
Why is it that it is so hard?
The memories – I hold and guard,
For you I keep in high regard.
I think of you, I dream of you
How my heart breaks, I can’t be with you.
When doubts arise, when fears ensue
I close my eyes, I think of you.
Recalling well-warmed beds and baths,
In other lives in other parts.
But we were forced down different paths,
And yet the memories fill our hearts.
Enter she behind a thin curtain as in a dream
She
Our kisses moist and sweet and wet,
Enriching as our bodies met.
Entwined within each other’s arms,
And savouring deeply conjoined charms.
So what to do and what to say?
How then to live each heart-wrenched day?
Your body now I cannot own,
So far apart our lives have grown!
A longing that we cannot sate,
Arousing dreadful, deep desire.
Nor wanton, willing, consummate,
To fan the flames of burning fire.
I think of you, I dream of you
How my heart breaks, I can’t be with you.
When doubts arise, when fears ensue
I close my eyes, I think of you.
He
For many years have I been here
So how to meet this burning fear.
For each year shall I shed a tear
Each night that I must spend here.
That would be thousands every day
But men can cry – that is our way
For tears our feelings do betray
I shall not brush these tears away.
Both
No answer do we have to this,
Those memories serene but strong.
Delicious days we surely miss,
So we put them in this song.
Then the chorus again
I think of you, I dream of you
How my heart breaks, I can’t be with you.
When doubts arose, when fears ensued
I close my eyes, I think of you.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
There were no kings at the ****** birth
when angels sang across the earth.
What king would leave their crowns and lands
to follow stars across the sands?
The shepherds came so brave so bold
and left their flocks there in the fold.
They may have brought their dogs along
but this is not told in the song.
The travellers came from the east
to Bethlehem but not to feast.
Not from the north, nor south nor west
they set out on their fateful quest
to see the birth of all that’s best
but did they go with zeal and zest
or were they frightened, scared, distressed?
They brought great gifts to offer there
to that young child in stable bare.
With *** and oxen standing by
and Angels singing from on high
they dropped in homage on the ground
and so: the glory shone around.
But still we wonder who were they
a mystery still unto this day.
Were three Kings kneeling on the hay
as we recall on Christmas Day
or were they savants, Wise Men all
who journeyed long to that small stall,
to see a babe led by a star,
travelling, travelling out so far?
The gifts they brought, if gifts they were,
of Gold and Frankincense and Myrrh,
Strange things to bring a babe new born
on that especial Beth’lem morn.
So will we ever get to know
whence they came from so long ago?
The tale is told each Christmas time
And sung in songs, proclaimed in rhyme.
That on that ancient starry night
a babe was born that brought the light.
With shepherds, ox and *** inside
A lonely byre at Christmas tide.
With advent calendars, each door
Will tell the story less or more.
Becloaked and dust-grimed, starlight led
they journeyed long to that poor shed.
They bent their knee, the babe to see.
and then before the light of day -
they turned around and rode away.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
Honey Rich Goddess of the woods
A Goddess born from mother Earth,
The forest midwife to your birth,
Emerging from a wooded mere,
I saw you there: so pure so clear.
Your radiant beauty shining out,
So Honey Rich, there was no doubt,
The Sylvan setting was so bright,
Your beauty lit up winter’s night.
Although a creature born in spring,
Amongst the heather and the ling,
So Honey Rich - so chaste and pure,
I want you from my inner core.
The water dripping from your breast,
Like tears of love so long suppressed,
Your Honey is so rich and sweet,
Delicious food, I want to eat,
A lovely thing I need to taste,
From your sweet ******* so pure so chaste.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:44 PM UTC
I am no longer by your side
It seems your love for me has died
I do not know what I can do
I only know that I love you
I do not know what you have said
to others what is in their head
I cannot get my message through
I only know that I love you
I am alone. I am bereft.
for, you have catch me you have left
I have no home I have no life
I know not if I have a wife
We’ve been together through the years
A lot of fun a few side tears
The happy children now are grown
And you and I are on our own
for, we have loved and we still should
So long together, it was good
So many years so many days
If we come to our parting ways
I cannot do a single thing
I am so lost, but wear my ring
I think of you and nothing more
I wish I could walk through our door
An act of terror, you must know
Should not be betrayed, please don’t go
Don’t let our shared life disappear
we’ve been together every year
For 34 near 35
I feel so numb no more alive
How could I love go out so wrong?
Is it true you will say so long?
Though you have thrown me from your life
To me, we are still man and wife
I do not want for you to go
I need you and I love you so
I pleasured to you until I die
I can’t believe this is goodbye
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 6:21 PM UTC
A widow is waiting quietly,
On her porch near this den of thieves.
Can you hear the spinnerets clicking,
As she sits in her web and weaves?
She patiently sits and wonders,
Who will come to see her smile?
As a fly he trips and blunders,
When he should have run a mile.
Beware the widow dressed all in black,
In her home just up the lane.
There's a door at the front and one at the back,
And they open again and again!
She knows what is going to come about,
And she knows it won't happen by chance,
For she's laid her traps and set things out,
And she's set for the fateful dance.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 4:58 AM UTC
Then came October: the season of fruits and mellow fruitfulness
When leaves are green, with hues of dappled red
Then yearns my heart for pastures new and wide
To seek the woods and walk.
A lonely life but pleasant calm and free
No office mine, nor castle, nor the sea
But land and woods and dale and sward and lea.
Be not the leman not the layman and take not the plough
The leaves are falling – Come – Come with me now!
The birds migrate; in flocks they wing, they soar
They will not stay and face the winter’s ****
With no return ‘til winter’s gone and o’er.
Come – let the forest ring with tunes and song
And drink WassHeil like Saxons gone ere long.
No cage of stone, nor brick, nor wood
To sit in while cold winter lasts,
We shall yet be like bards of Cymraeg blood
Until the day when we shall raise a brood
Who are born free and have no need for life
In towns but live for song and food.
E’er civilisation turned men’s hearts stone cold
Away from *** and ***** and axe
To offices and pay and perks and tax!
The wanderlust is in my eyes
I seek the land and starry skies
Alone – so I may freely roam
And feel beneath my feet the good, rich loam.
Like bards of old who sang of hill and dale
No wine for us but good clear headstrong ale
The land, the land, will call me evermore
And evermore I must say nevermore
The years is dying – ah but so is man
As leaves fall down, why even so, doth man
Who seek to ascertain the reason why.
When squirrels hibernate, they make good cheer
The summer comes and goes but they fear
Nought but man who kills for sport.
For autumn is the season when all beasts
Are chased and hunted, killed and caught
Of wanton destruction of life and limb
And man; he thinks that he may climb
Up to the stars, with his great intellect
But winter makes him cut and ****
The trees most wonderful to ward off chill
Of winters bite by burning them on fires.
Alas! give me the days of lore and lyres,
When fruit is ripe and beasts and fowls,
Make ready for the coming tribulation,
Of winter when the land is seized and fast.
Alas! Is man the King of fauna now and past?
Oh not for them the holocausts of war.
And yet man has the tales of Pagan Rites
Walpurgis Nacht and Hallowe’en
Which he has had since air was clean
And pure and earth as yet unsullied.
When man and earth were young and free
Man should go back to being primitive
When then, surely not now
He did know how to live.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 4:07 PM UTC
Christmas
Is a time for lust.
> Pure lust.
> That’s all - You see in me: i trust
> Pure lust.
> Your naked body, wanton lies
> I take it in with lustful eyes
> I want you now - oh such deep lust
> Your body calls -‘inside me ******
> I wish i could- I want, i would.
> I see you lying bare before
> I **** you, then i **** some more
> Oh we are far apart today
> We need to find some time someday.
> My trousers now are full and tight
> I wish that you were here tonight!
> To hear you moan, and shriek and scream
Would be fulfilment of our dream!
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 4:05 PM UTC
Don’t gather round people, just stay where you are,
You can go for a walk but you can’t take the car,
Except to go shopping, but don’t go too far,
For our life we are re-arranging!
You can’t have a drink in a pub or a bar,
For the times they are A-Changing!
The government suddenly brought in new rules,
But the police are taking us all for dumb fools,
And they’ve closed all the gyms and the parks and the pools,
For our life we are re-arranging!
But you can go into hardware shops and buy some tools,
For the times they are A-Changing!
I’m doing my calisthenics for my core,
And I’m raising my pelvis right up from the floor,
But when the bell rings I don’t open the door,
For our life we are re-arranging!
I’m going stir crazy - can’t take any more,
For the times they are A-Changing!
So now it’s gone global the virus is strong,
And we’re hoping that this lockdown won’t last too long,
Supporting each other - we’ve got to be strong,
For our life we are re-arranging!
And so just to help you I’ve written this song,
For the times they are A-Changing!
Apologies to Robert Zimmerman!
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC