Get onto The Dancefloor.
Even though I first thought of this at a party, this is not really about dancing!
Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.
Feel the music, live the beat!
You sit all night watching other people groove,
Not being part of the music, not making a move.
As volume increases and the beat comes in,
You stare and you wonder, "Should I have joined in?"
Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.
Feel the music, live at the beat!
There is only one step from your chair to the floor.
That step is important 'cause it leads to more.
As you move with the others, you swing and you jive_
You feel the pulse ofthe music, it makes you alive!
Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.
Feel the music, live the beat!
Life is a dance floor, though many join in,
so many are watching, they never begin,
Now don't be a Wallflower, don't be a Prune,
Leave your seat by the doorway, hear the call of the tune.
Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.
Feel the music, live the beat!
God did not make us to sit and to stare.
He made us to love. He made us to care.
Don't wait for another to show you the way.
Be a Mover a Shaker, be one today!
Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.
Feel the music, live the beat!
The World, it is waiting for "Doers Of Good".
Be part of the melody, you can if you would.
So carpe diem, seize the moment, the day.
For there is no tomorrow, there is only today.
Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet,
Feel the music, live the beat !
Soon comes The Last Waltz. The band packs it's kit.
Coats are put on .The house lights are lit.
Will the last waltz of history find you've never taken the chance.
Never taken the moment to join in the dance ?
Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.
Feel the music, live the beat!
Bullies
Let's wind him up.
It's just for fun!
Let's start on him and watch him run.
Let's call him names.
Give him a poke.
Let's pat his head and watch him smoke.
Let's kick his legs,
Let's make him swear.
Let's stoke his fire and watch it flare.
Then when he burns.
And when he hits.
When he bites,
And when he spits.
We'll call for Miss,
With shock and dismay,
And claim not to know why he behaves this way!
Hold Me
(written at the 24 hour prayer day in Clapham)
Lord, the darkness is so dense,
My path is hard to see.
I don't need instructions, shouted out.
I just want you to hold me.
I ‘m promised there's a happy place,
Where all my hopes will come to be.
But now I'm lost, that home seems far away.
Please don't just promise, hold me.
Lord, I have seen wonders you have given.
In Past times, I rejoiced in all I see.
Now times have changed and things are hard.
Please just take my hand and hold me.
It was never meant, things always would go well.
You never promised a Disneyland to be.
But you did promise you would never leave!
So here you are, just hold me.
No Ball Games
(“Driving back from church one Sunday I saw a group of children kicking a football around beside a sign saying “No Ball Games”. It inspired me to write this poem. Feel free to put your own interpretation on it.”)
“No Ball Games” was written on the chipped and dirty sign,
That had become the crossbar on the chalk drawn wall,
On the scrubby grass patch that formed the pitch
Where local children ignored the statute by playing ball.
For about an hour before nightfall every evening, from dawn to dusk during weekends and holiday play.
Shouts, laughter, the pounding of feet and leather, disturbed the resident’s peaceful day.
And they would moan to all that hear,
“Don’t they know the rule is there for everyone,
They shouldn’t play there. Can’t they read?”
Said those who’d forgotten the experience of fun.
“Go to the park”, the kids were told.
But the park was where the older kids ruled with threat.
Who preyed upon the younger kids, so that
A black eye or a bloodied nose would be the best that they would get.
They felt it safer to play their games,
Where their parents could still see.
And their parents did not want to shout too loud,
When they called them in for tea.
This weedy patch was their home ground,
Their Anfield, Their Stamford Bridge, Their Wembley.
Although The King had made the rule about ball games,
They did no harm, as far as they could see.
But the King had said he would return.
Though no-one knew the time or day.
The kids were warned that when he did,
He would be angry to see his rule ignored this way.
So, the residents asked that to avoid his wrath,
That the kids stayed at home upon that day.
And for once behaved as obedient boys and girls,
And not go out of their house to play.
But on the day the King did return
And visited this corner of his rule.
He played as part of the winning team,
And he himself scored the decisive, divisive goal !
