aye up all :)
something I have been wanting to do for a while has now been done -- I have started up a 2nd blog for the day-to-day me and other things :) so this blog'll be purely for poetry and stuff like that so do keep checking it out :)
chronicles of a short person
thought you'd appreciate that Ceryn!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
episode one: a new blog
Greetings one and all, welcome to my new blog - specifically set up so's I can put random stuff up about what's going on in the life of me (and probably some other random things also :) I'm keeping my other blog, scribblings of a mad scientist, specifically for poetry so keep an eye on that for updates. Odds are I'll pop links to them here as well :)
I've got a new post coming in the next 30 mins or so, but I've got to upload the pix! Patience my young padouin, patience...
TheWeeScottie
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if computers are idiot-proof, why can't I make them work...
I've got a new post coming in the next 30 mins or so, but I've got to upload the pix! Patience my young padouin, patience...
TheWeeScottie
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if computers are idiot-proof, why can't I make them work...
Monday, December 19, 2005
-- Intermission --
Hey all you faithful people wot check up on my blog, sorry there's not been an update in a couple of weeks - I've got about 3 or 4 different titles/themes to write on, and have just not been in the poetic groove! Honestly, I don't know... anyways what was I going to say... aaah yes, I'll get on the case and hopefully there'll be a new poem up here soonish!!
In the mean time, was humblingly reminded today that we just cannot afford to allow pride to take a hold in our lives:
'We are only who we now are, because of who he is- anon
It's only ever been totally about who Jesus is!! :D no matter how pants we are, he is still the same awesome, glorious, holy, faithful friend and saviour that we know; and on that glorious day when we stand before God, he will look upon us and say welcome. Talk about wow ;)
Keep your hearts on Heaven guys, it's gonna be AWEsome!!!
In the mean time, was humblingly reminded today that we just cannot afford to allow pride to take a hold in our lives:
'We are only who we now are, because of who he is- anon
It's only ever been totally about who Jesus is!! :D no matter how pants we are, he is still the same awesome, glorious, holy, faithful friend and saviour that we know; and on that glorious day when we stand before God, he will look upon us and say welcome. Talk about wow ;)
Keep your hearts on Heaven guys, it's gonna be AWEsome!!!
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Seven things
As requested by Cat:
Seven things to do before I die
1. Publish a book of poetry
2. Be devoted to a wife, and raise children to know Jesus
3. Work with children
4. Bungy-jump!
5. Learn to drive
6. Visit some other countries!
7. Work overseas for God
Seven things I cannot do
1. Understand fashion
2. Stop making people laugh/smile
3. Be lost from God
4. Marry an iguana
5. Slate the Welsh (Big-it up to the celts Ceryn!)
6. Be totally sensible (some would argue, partially...)
7. Not be enthralled by gadgets, gizmos and fun techy things!
Seven things that (will) attract me to my spouse
1. She inspires me to go on with God
2. Fun/cheeky sense of humour
3. She knows how to help me chill/calm down (talk about a miracle!)
4. Her passion to serve God wherever she is
5. She challenges me in my faith openly
6. She loves me, and I her, totally
7. We will both share a trust in God for his plan
Seven things I say most often
1. (many quotable embarrasing phrases, Sal has a good list if you wanna ask her!)
2. Dude!
3. Y'wot?
4. So I was, like...
5. You're joking, right?
6. See you guys laterwhoops, wrong door...
7. That's just wrong...
Seven books I love (Bible not included)
1. Lord of the Rings & Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien
2. Congo - Michael Crichton
3. Hunt for the Red October - Tom Clancy
4. The Odyssey - Homer/Virgil?
5. I kiss dating goodbye - Josh Harris
6. Boy meets girl - Josh Harris
7. Kipper's book of counting - Kipper the dog (I have run out of ideas!)
Seven movies I watch over and over again
1. Beauty and the Beast (as Disney is the best thing since sliced bread!)
2. Pay it forward
3. Kung Pow: Enter the fist
4. Shrek 1+2
5. Underworld
6. XXX (Vin Diesel)
7. Forrest Gump
Seven music CDs I love
1. The Einaudi collection - Echoes
2. Watermark - Enya
3. The Second Decade (1993-2003)- Michael W. Smith
4. Songbird - Eva Cassidy
5. Jimmy Eat World - Jimmy Eat World
6. Running with Scissors - Weird Al Yankovic
7. Disc One - Barenaked Ladies (not as bad as it sounds!)
Seven things to do before I die
1. Publish a book of poetry
2. Be devoted to a wife, and raise children to know Jesus
3. Work with children
4. Bungy-jump!
5. Learn to drive
6. Visit some other countries!
7. Work overseas for God
Seven things I cannot do
1. Understand fashion
2. Stop making people laugh/smile
3. Be lost from God
4. Marry an iguana
5. Slate the Welsh (Big-it up to the celts Ceryn!)
6. Be totally sensible (some would argue, partially...)
7. Not be enthralled by gadgets, gizmos and fun techy things!
Seven things that (will) attract me to my spouse
1. She inspires me to go on with God
2. Fun/cheeky sense of humour
3. She knows how to help me chill/calm down (talk about a miracle!)
4. Her passion to serve God wherever she is
5. She challenges me in my faith openly
6. She loves me, and I her, totally
7. We will both share a trust in God for his plan
Seven things I say most often
1. (many quotable embarrasing phrases, Sal has a good list if you wanna ask her!)
2. Dude!
3. Y'wot?
4. So I was, like...
5. You're joking, right?
6. See you guys later
7. That's just wrong...
Seven books I love (Bible not included)
1. Lord of the Rings & Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien
2. Congo - Michael Crichton
3. Hunt for the Red October - Tom Clancy
4. The Odyssey - Homer/Virgil?
5. I kiss dating goodbye - Josh Harris
6. Boy meets girl - Josh Harris
7. Kipper's book of counting - Kipper the dog (I have run out of ideas!)
Seven movies I watch over and over again
1. Beauty and the Beast (as Disney is the best thing since sliced bread!)
2. Pay it forward
3. Kung Pow: Enter the fist
4. Shrek 1+2
5. Underworld
6. XXX (Vin Diesel)
7. Forrest Gump
Seven music CDs I love
1. The Einaudi collection - Echoes
2. Watermark - Enya
3. The Second Decade (1993-2003)- Michael W. Smith
4. Songbird - Eva Cassidy
5. Jimmy Eat World - Jimmy Eat World
6. Running with Scissors - Weird Al Yankovic
7. Disc One - Barenaked Ladies (not as bad as it sounds!)
Sunday, December 04, 2005
The Garden Walk
Mary's encounter with Jesus at the tomb has been on my mind for a while. Tonight, I read a poem by Graham Oakes called 'Come and see' , describing Mary's encounter with Jesus after his rising from the dead (Hallelujah!!). The verse that particularly struck me is as follows:
'"Mary", was all she had to hear
she knew, at once, her Lord was near.
Here in the Garden, at her side,
and here she ever would abide.'
Thus, I found myself powering-on my ibook to write a poem from the 3rd person, watching events unfold. Because, we have all walked, or are walking the paths of this garden, searching.
The Garden Walk
Along these garden paths she treads,
with burden of a heavy heart;
the cherished joy of hers lies dead
why must this pain taste so tart?
She stumbles on, forces herself on,
but why this gruesome fate?
Butchered for some trumped-up charge
why exchange such love for hate?
His life was one of love and peace
a light to the dark he brought.
Yet now the light of all her life
rests in a cell, by darkness wrought
The tomb draws near, such darkness there;
such darkness in my heart.
But what of her, when he’s laid to rest?
What’s then to be her part?
The tomb is there, but no guard she sees,
no cold stone denies her way.
Her master’s body now not there,
where once she knew he lay.
What trick is this? Who can be so cruel?,
her heart aloud does cry.
This one last thing she sought to do
but e’en this task now seems denied.
Stumbling from the open tomb,
she barely sees the man,
patiently waiting, not far from her
with love as only he can.
At last she looks, he comes to sight,
‘Where lies my lord’, she cries.
‘Mary’, comes his statement back.
‘Master’, she replies.
And in that moment, it suddenly dawns,
he never truly died;
‘though taken to a wooden cross
and brutally crucified.
For death, it could not hold him,
his power was too great.
The Father made the son to rise,
and save us from our fate.
Such love as this cannot be quenched;
our Father’s for his son.
That through his death, our lives he bought,
and now in him are one.
He calls aloud to each of us,
for all he knows by name.
But have we called him ‘Master’,
when he has called our name?
'"Mary", was all she had to hear
she knew, at once, her Lord was near.
Here in the Garden, at her side,
and here she ever would abide.'
Thus, I found myself powering-on my ibook to write a poem from the 3rd person, watching events unfold. Because, we have all walked, or are walking the paths of this garden, searching.
The Garden Walk
Along these garden paths she treads,
with burden of a heavy heart;
the cherished joy of hers lies dead
why must this pain taste so tart?
She stumbles on, forces herself on,
but why this gruesome fate?
Butchered for some trumped-up charge
why exchange such love for hate?
His life was one of love and peace
a light to the dark he brought.
Yet now the light of all her life
rests in a cell, by darkness wrought
The tomb draws near, such darkness there;
such darkness in my heart.
But what of her, when he’s laid to rest?
What’s then to be her part?
The tomb is there, but no guard she sees,
no cold stone denies her way.
Her master’s body now not there,
where once she knew he lay.
What trick is this? Who can be so cruel?,
her heart aloud does cry.
This one last thing she sought to do
but e’en this task now seems denied.
Stumbling from the open tomb,
she barely sees the man,
patiently waiting, not far from her
with love as only he can.
At last she looks, he comes to sight,
‘Where lies my lord’, she cries.
‘Mary’, comes his statement back.
‘Master’, she replies.
And in that moment, it suddenly dawns,
he never truly died;
‘though taken to a wooden cross
and brutally crucified.
For death, it could not hold him,
his power was too great.
The Father made the son to rise,
and save us from our fate.
Such love as this cannot be quenched;
our Father’s for his son.
That through his death, our lives he bought,
and now in him are one.
He calls aloud to each of us,
for all he knows by name.
But have we called him ‘Master’,
when he has called our name?
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