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Veild Theologians

by

John Houston

Acheron arcane as Veiled Theologians
Eulogise wae the reek 'a' pulpitry
While evangelists rasp wae sectarian blasts
At teachings their faiths can't concur wae
Those intolerant men who like tae pretend
That the Almighty stands in their corners
They've got miniscule minds,preach parochial lines
Aw wae prejudice perched on their shoulders
'N' wae fraternal concern their father decreed
That brithers aw, we should strive fur wan goal
But they're marching aloof wae contempt on their sleeves
'N' wae their conscience concealed in their souls


A Festival of Joy

by

John Houston

I crave, want, cosset and adore her
Idolise, respect, worship 'n' miss her
A comrade, a freind fur me tae admire
Hanker, savour, honour 'n' desire
A mate, companion, partners in rapture
An acquaintance tae share in an intimate laughter
I'm inspired, cherish, pine fur, reveer her
Wae reverance, esteem, homage, I perceive her
As a colleauge, an ally fur me tae enshrine
Wae a passion, a union like harmony entwined
Dreams of a patron prone towards unity
In spirit, in soul, inclined tae fidelity
A harbour, a shelter, a haven and a sanctuary
Aw these things ur whit she is tae me
A delight, a wonder, a pleasure tae behold
Like a story enchanted, beatifully told
a treasure, a jewel, exquisite 'n' rare
Radiant, exclusive, precious 'n' fair
A prize, a trophy, brazen but coy
She's a vision, an angel, a festival of joy


In the cradle of Morpheus

by

John Houston

Please, come sleep come
For it is not only misfortune unforseen
Which proliferates mortal concerns
And it would appear immeasurably inclement
To forbear this unexpected calm
For each twinkling in tranquil release
Is eagerly accepted on any terms
And ultimately, sleep is the original gift
Inprinted on lifes primevil plan,
Making it infinitely industrious to escape,
Submerged within oblivions feathered vice.
Damned to occupy eternal twilight
Suspended between bliss and consciousness
And condemned to reside perpetually
In the belief of yet finally
Expelling languorus strife
For this soul is indeed indebted
To slumbers weary incursion
And when I lie, briefly cupped kindly
In the cradle of Morpheus, I'll sigh
Please, come sleep come.


The Day I Heard Some News, I Did

by

John Houston

I did I heard some news the day
The day I heard some news I did
I stood there stunt, fingers burnt
Ma mind aw raceing back tae front
But there it wiz in aw it's glory
Plain as day, gross 'n' gory
I shook ma heid in disbelief
Bit ma tongue 'n' hid ma grief
Tangled up wae petty fears
Too embarassed tae show ma tears
Hurt twice as bad as I thought it wid
The day I heard some news, I did