Can We Return?

Glass bottles cleaned

Sterilised – Refilled

Free from germ

By others replaced:

“No deposit, no return”

Now, under plastic mountains

We did learn –

What can happen

If we from old ways turn



There are numbers printed on the tin

Saying what nutrients lie within

They make the print is rather small

So most consumers don’t read it at all

For all the hidden sugar, salt, and “e”s

Must surely cause some type of disease

So the merchants hide facts in plain sight

Knowing we’ll buy it, thinking it will be alright


The Talk

Cottonbro at Pexels

She sat there seemingly innocent and pure

But Grandmother asked just to be sure –

“Sweetie, has your maiden-flower been plucked?”

“Nan, are you asking if I’ve been f*cked?”

Her grandmother seemed shocked by the phrase

“What’s wrong Nan? That’s how we say it these days.

And as far as the act, I didn’t say I had or I wouldn’t.”

Nan piped in “You’re so young you shouldn’t.”

“Don’t you thing that should be up to me?

After all I’m legal, single and free.”


World of Wonder

Vic_B at Pixabay

Forget about Disney

Or ports far away

There is a place more exotic

To visit today

It is filled with wonders

And delights so rare

You’ll want to stay hours

Once you get there

Yes, the adventure might be a bit pricey

But, where else today will you get something spicy


Oh, Come Emmanuel

Christmas, Shopping, Hamburg, Lights

It is a season when many feel the exuberance of the hunt. Finding that perfect gift or bargain becomes an end in itself. For others it is a time of fear and trepidation: the crowds, the expectations and the like weighing on them. Others still, remember a baby in a manger, three kings, a little lamb, and of course a little donkey.

The coming of the Christ-child becomes many things to many people, but its underlying message of Emmanuel is often lost. But the need of “God with us,” it is as important today as it was two thousand years ago.

Consumerism and the “hunt” underlies an emptiness which we feel needs filling. Fears and apprehensions – whether about the season, or racism, or Covid, or identity, etc. – still need the calming hand of God. It is also more than the trappings of a manger scene. That baby, whether accompanied by a lamb, little donkey, or panda bear (yes, I have seen one in a nativity play) was the ultimate gift of God’s own presence to a troubled human-kind. He came to redeem and comfort, to gift, and to be gifted.

Oh, come Emmanuel! Come and be the fulfilment of our sense of “missing something.” Come into our fears and anxieties and gently wipe them away. Come into our consciences and not just our decorations. Come Lord, into our lives.


Brush With Death

Passage, Passage Way, Way, Path, Pathway

“It was a brush with death, I tell you,” Mary declared to her friends Peter and Jane.

“What happened?” Jane exclaimed.

“I was crossing the little foot bridge over by the train station, and just as I was halfway over my phone rang.  I stopped to get it from my jeans pocket, and I slipped.”

“You mean you fell from the bridge onto the tracks?” Peter asked with a worried expression.

“No, but I did drop my phone on the ground.  My whole life is on it.”


Weekend Writing Prompt #230 – Brush in 87 words


Meeting, Brainstorming, Business

A day filled with meetings and agendas

Rushing between conference calls without end

It makes you wonder if there ever was a time

When we could just sit and chat with a friend

A day filled with minutes and motions

Procedural questions and rules to bend

Is this what we all have come to accept?

“It’s just normal,” or so we pretend

Padre (after a very long day)