I don't normally write rap, but this is my first attempt. I hope you like it. If white was black and black was white,If light was dark and dark was light,How different the world would be.Not only for you, but also for me. But what if colour did not exist.No such thing as a white …
Author: Joseph R. Mason
Published author, poet, orator, blogger, father, grandfather, evangelical christian, theologian, counsellor.
Beautiful, Broken Creatures (new poem)
There are too many truths here not to reblog.
Who is my Neighbour?
Picture is Connecticut 10th grader Sarah Harrison's Doodle, "A Peaceful Future" Who is my neighbour, do they live next door?What if they’re ugly, or drunk or a whore?What if they really are just not like us?Quiet, refined, not making a fuss. Who is my neighbour? Not just in my street,Surely my neighbour is all whom …
A Modern Psalm
Did the elders not seek your face?
Did they not pray out loud to you?
Did they not wait upon you
And seek your guidance?
Did we not fast and pray
To do your good pleasure?
Late into the night
To seek your true guidance?
Did we not take your precepts to the people?
Did we not tell them the word from the Lord?
Then why oh Lord have they not heard?
Why Oh Lord do they not listen to your truths?
Are we like prophets of old?
Despised in our own house.
For You will withdraw Your blessing,
From a house divided against itself.
When they say, oh Lord,
We do not like the style of worship,
Did they ask you?
Did they really seek your face?
When they say Lord,
We do not like the drums
We do not like the cymbals
Do they argue with your Psalms?
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Too young to have ID
I've unpublished this poem twice now, basically because I think it's not to my usual standard. But I've republished, yet again, despite my misgivings. Me and me mates are on the town, And in the corner shop We want illicit booze to buy, but the cashier, he shouts “STOP!” “Before you purchase this or that, …
Just for observation
Sorry dear, I have this pain, Right across here, and here the same. It’s probably nothing, don’t make a fuss. I can see the doctor, I’ll go on the bus. I’ll be all right in the morning. Blue lights flash, and sirens wail, The patient looks bad and very pail. Race against time, race against …
Rupert – A short story.
. Written for The Hailsham Festival 2020. At thirteen, Rupert thought he was the unhappiest boy in the world. He had no friends, his parents were far too busy being busy to even remember they had a son. Materially, he wanted for nothing. He had nice clothes, designer brands only. He had the latest technology, …
The shipping forecast – A Poem.
© BBC 2019 This poem is quintessentially British and my followers from the Americas or other far flung lands may not appreciate the institution which is The Shipping Forecast. Broadcast on the BBC four times a day from very early each morning until late evening. The Shipping Forecast began after a powerful storm off the …
A Letter To Yemen.
My dear Yemen,
I hope that you too can one day grow from every rock that you’ve been diminished to.
Dear Yemen,
I have always known you as the only country whose name I could take if y landed on me during a game of atlas. I have always known you as the country who causes the game to end if its name has already been said. But today as I have grown and read up on who you really are, I worry about your own end. You see, when I search up your name and the only images I see are of destroyed buildings that used to be historical landmarks, malnourished children being carried away by volunteers from NGOs, tall men in kurtas carrying rifles larger than the graves of new born babies, and not even one woman outside her house, I cannot help but wonder, what really happened…
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