Coming Home After
The Night Shift.
I come home from work in the morning,
tired and fed up with lots of yawning.
Home : Is
Where The Heart Is…
On rocky shores in the day and night,
Boatmen are protected by beams of light.
Enabling the ships to set their course,
and as a simple guidance; not a force.
Now, Strangely when the seas are calm,
there’s still the light; that keeps folks from harm.
Gathering those home in the day and night,
and just by a simple; beam of light.
The workmen come at a stroke
of eight,
I begin to wish I'd worked a late.
Digging and drilling and making holes,
following instruction, God Bless their souls.
You make your holes for pipes and cables,
trembling furniture including kitchen tables.
Your noise is loud and very clear,
because your bloody, drilling is near.
Stop for a while and have a break,
Fairness
There are armies armed
with sticks,
knives, and big bruisers,
While camouflaged armies
fight with support from naval cruisers.
The one question I have
with all weapons of war,
Is, is it really helping
the world's sick, and poor.
There are people dying each day
of hunger and pain,
some without clean water,
some without grain.
How do we look ?
with our armoured tanks and planes,
While people have no sanitation,
or suitable drains.
Tomorrow never comes
for some people today,
this could seem to some
as nature’s way.
The governments could do more,
than build war arms,
by helping poor countries fight hunger,
and build better farms.
By giving improved farming knowledge,
and help planting seeds,
We would help them with their hunger,
and help their cattle feed.
And by providing healthcare,
medicine, and clean water too,
I’m sure their length of days
would not be so few.
Rivers Of Life
The Rivers: Inside And Out.
There are rivers in and around: you and me.
Some are deeply hidden, and some we can see.
They are both seen through small microscopic eyes,
and pictured by satellites from deep within our skies.
The microscope shows: where blood cells can reside,
while aerial photos show Rivers: long, deep, and wide.
It’s not just the size, but the river flow is important too,
for the current is important to carry a journey through.
Whether from pumping hearts, or to downhill streams,
both Rivers Of Life have a purpose for us it seems.
The Fallen Angel.
The fallen angel, is kicked out,
from on high,
He tried to take God's power from the sky.
He failed His attempt, and came down to earth,
bringing mankind into evil, on God's new turf.
Finding out satan's plan through man's first sin,
God started to judge the death, that was within.
He cursed the evil, and made it into a snake,
for the poison of sin, and the mess it did make.
We all have pictures of what sin can be,
but remember Jesus died for them, upon a tree.
Bringing to all of us the brand new birth,
and taking away the evil curse from earth.
ALL POEMS WRITTEN
AND PUBLISHED BY:
Wayne Hudson
you' re driving me crackers for heaven sake.
You stop your mixing of sand and gravel,
my problems stop and start to unravel.
I lay down my head and try to sleep,
you damn well start again I begin to weep.
Will it stop I often wonder,
with all this stress I'm now under,
If I don' t sleep now I'm going to cry,
I lay down my head for one more try.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four,
then I count one hundred more.
Who gets kept awake by noisy workmen,
I DO.
