James Tipp Poems

Like a spectre, the sign of joy hangs over me
Disturbs my very being,
Transports me to another place,
Shatters my todays, with its yesterdays.
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O Little town of Bethlehem who once saw such wonders
The night sky lit with a chorus of heavenly voices
That created chaos in the hearts of simple men
Whose lives until this moment, had been mundane.
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Sleep evades me and I wake up stiff.
Dreams that cannot be shared or remembered,
Have stolen my night and left me empty of reason.
The tangled bed speaks of my struggle in the night
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So you thought you found the light switch
But it turned into a fused burned out emptiness.
You thought you knew what you wanted
Only to find it was that empty bag spoken off
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The days leading up to the big event
Were tiring and really not fun
I pondered the age old question
What it’s like just being a mum.
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St Justus in Microcosm
(written after St Justus day celebration)

St Mary’s Abbey West Malling
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The Garden

The fern covered gateway beckons
Sat between rugged stone walls
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Tiny Haven

This tiny haven from another era
White washed walls obscure its age
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The Walk

The white tipped tail bounced ahead
The sun filtered through the green canopy
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The message was one of unqualified invitation.
But then they shot the messenger who was replaced,
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