A religious poem about Josph from the Old Testament. The guy who got given a coat of many colours, who was thrown in a well by his brothers, sold into slavery and later became one of the most important people in Egypt.

Joseph

I hate coats!
I hate amazing, multicolored coats
That make me stand out from the crowd.
Especially if the colors are bright …
And very, very loud.
A coat’s alright in Iceland,
Where it’s often cold and grey,
But I live in the Holy Land
And it’s boiling every day.
I hate coats!

I hate dreams!
I hate day-dreams.

Snow

The world looked clean and bright,
as the snow lay fresh and white.
The children laughed and had such fun,
as they made a snowman with their mum.
The world looked glad.

The world looked dark and grey,
as the snow was worn away.
The children cried and all looked glum,
as they walked to school along with mum.
The world looked sad.

Dick Underwood 2010

Sarah The Wife of Abraham

Abraham is one of the founding fathers of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, so this religious comic monologue about his wife will appeal to lots of people, particularly ladies of a certain age! Sarah, the wife of Abraham, was almost 100 years old when she gave birth to her first child. A miracle and blessing! This poem tells the story from Sarah's viewpoint, and lets us know in no uncertain terms what she thought of this 'blessing'.

They call me Sarah now they do
The Mother of the Nation,
Though I failed to get the hang of things;

Anniversary Poem

The years have gone, I know not where

The years have gone, I know not where,
We've lived through laughter and through pain.
We've shared life's tapestry of love,
And I would live it all again.

There have been times of joy unbound,
When we have shared the things we've found.
We've grown togetherer as we've learned,
And revelled both in every sound.

Through sadness too, we've shared those times,
Those moments of deep sorrow.
When we have sunk in deep despair,
With no hope of tomorrow.

We have confounded those who said,

Funeral Poem For Grandad

What Made Granddad Grand

Granddad was gentle, and Granddad was kind, someone you could talk too, say what's on your mind.

Patient and mellow, and honest and true, a man for all seasons, for me and for you.

Granddad understood, and Granddad knew best, to know him and love him, I really was blessed.

With patience and time, he gave his advice, and he didn't condemn, or say there's a price.

Granddad I'll miss you, I'm feeling bereft, if only I'd made more, of time you had left.

For a year now we've been living together
In something less than marriage, more than friends,
Reasonably happy with each other,
Satisfied to serve our separate ends.
There are no promises, nor should there be,
As we pursue our passions day by day,
Needing only love, which we agree
Need not be guaranteed in any way.

copyright by Nicholas Gordon