Soft the moonlight on his skin,
Listen as his heart beats within.
This is love and is no sin.
This is the love you wanted.
Rest your head upon his chest.
Safe in the knowledge he loves you best.
Be at no other persons behest.
This is the love you've chosen.
Take his hand when he has woken.
Show him love that is unspoken.
Make sure that love can ne'er be broken.
This is the love that's true.
It is the love for you...
J R A Gigney (Easter Monday, 9 April 2012)
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
Monday, 9 April 2012
The Angel & The Cow
An Angel looked down on the World.
He frowned and so his wings unfurled.
No one seemed to be having fun.
So something just had to be done.
The Angel jumped out of his cloud.
He swooped and shouted out aloud.
"Come all you people celebrate,
At least be joyful any rate!"
The Angel flew through street and lane,
He flew through sunshine, snow and rain.
But no person did he find,
Only a cow sat on her behind.
The Angel landed soft as snow,
And o'er to the bovine he did go.
"oh cow why do you sit here?"
Said the cow, "I feel quite queer!"
The Angel, shocked the cow could talk,
In a circle he did walk.
"where are the people?" he did ask.
"I ate 'em," said the cow aghast.
The Angel said, "Why'd you do that?"
The cow replied, "They took my hat!"
The Angel stared at that reply.
He thought of asking the cow why.
Before he could, a church bell rang.
And in the distance voices sang.
The Angel looked upon the cow.
"You have lied, I know that now!
They're all in church! Why did you lie?"
The cow just mooed. She didn't know why.
From then on she became aloof.
The Angel flew up on the church roof.
He listened to the joyful song.
He knew that nothing now was wrong.
J R A Gigney (Easter Monday, 9 April 2012)
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
He frowned and so his wings unfurled.
No one seemed to be having fun.
So something just had to be done.
The Angel jumped out of his cloud.
He swooped and shouted out aloud.
"Come all you people celebrate,
At least be joyful any rate!"
The Angel flew through street and lane,
He flew through sunshine, snow and rain.
But no person did he find,
Only a cow sat on her behind.
The Angel landed soft as snow,
And o'er to the bovine he did go.
"oh cow why do you sit here?"
Said the cow, "I feel quite queer!"
The Angel, shocked the cow could talk,
In a circle he did walk.
"where are the people?" he did ask.
"I ate 'em," said the cow aghast.
The Angel said, "Why'd you do that?"
The cow replied, "They took my hat!"
The Angel stared at that reply.
He thought of asking the cow why.
Before he could, a church bell rang.
And in the distance voices sang.
The Angel looked upon the cow.
"You have lied, I know that now!
They're all in church! Why did you lie?"
The cow just mooed. She didn't know why.
From then on she became aloof.
The Angel flew up on the church roof.
He listened to the joyful song.
He knew that nothing now was wrong.
J R A Gigney (Easter Monday, 9 April 2012)
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
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