There's hope
and that's not nothing.

Someone to trust,
someone to talk to -
freely,
truthfully.
Someone to catch your laughter,
hold it
and pass it back,
and to let its echo grow
in resonance
in strength
with each rebound.
- And that's something.

I know a young woman named Lauren
Who seems to be wearing a sporran
Oh no she's not
It's a bottle that's hot
Its offsetting the artic aircon

Now Roger’s a man of renown
He’ll rarely be seen with a frown
Despite spawning twins
He maintains a broad grin
And is happy to play the team clown

Roger’s known for his love of a party
He’d rarely say no to John Kirby
He went off for a drink
Got home in a stink
But slept in the car til six-thirty

He’s had his fair share of tough cases
He met most with a smile and good graces
But some were plain daft
They just raised a laugh
And went on for ages and ages

He’s known for his love of his chickens
He’ll bare all to ensure they get feeding
He goes out with their feed
And a handful of seed 
It’s not clear what the bucket is screening

This is our friend Roger Hylton
He fancies himself as John Milton
His sonnets subvert
The hardest of hearts
But frighten both of his children

There’s more we could say of our friend
But good things must come to an end
He’s off to new pastures
And to finish his masters
So good wishes is what we all send

I think in 3D
I need real depth you see
I need more than one surface
to do my thoughts justice

I need three perspectives
to avoid a disservice
to any ideas that swim their way
to the disturbed sunlit surface

I'm not saying my thoughts are wordless
just that the words are surplus
to the primary purpose
of the thoughts that win
that struggle and that finally
find a thoughtful purchase
to become rooted
to bear fruit
and so to fulfil
their true purpose.

I think in IMAX 3D
- sit back and see.

Family is not an F word
however family was for you,
cos when family leave you raw and bruised
friends are family in lieu

We were once called
Children of the Sky
with a focus on the by and by
and whilst I still have one eye
on the coming hereafter
I'm a child with plenty
of here and now laughter
which speaks volumes
about what my pastor would call
the priorities of our servant master
to keep my feet rooted
and booted with readiness seeded
with the good news of his peace
and to celebrate this life
that he has gifted us
as a precursor of the eternal
celebration of the wedding feast.

She called me her curved love handle
Always there to hold
A perfect fit for her loving hands
As we lovingly enfold

She called me her gentle spoon rest
A constant solid comfort
Shaped to scoop her perfectly
As we both dozed and slumbered

She called me her hot water bottle
Filled to the brim with warmth
Easily raising heat by degrees
Against advancing cold fronts

She called me to say her goodbyes
She said it wasn't working
She'd found a man less domesticated
And one far less demanding