Peter Hall

Peter Hall Poems

I have finally come to the place
Where things can come off the shelf
So I can try to learn from mistakes
And not be so hard on myself.
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Heroes born and heroes bled
Heroes that live and fill our head
We need heroes so we can be lead
Is there a real true hero?
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There's a time to live
There's a time to die,
And a time to laugh
And a time to cry,
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On an average summer day
Under a turquoise Sydney sky,
I was a new parent and bank teller
When I saw a bearded guy.
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Identity controls behaviour
Identity controls emotions
Identity controls how we think
Identity controls behaviour.
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The creed of the gang
Blood in, blood out.

Identity
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The coffin is draped in the national flag
A mix of people who are happy and sad
This is a testament to the humanist stand
Welcome to a humanist funeral.
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The pall of the winter night descends
As slow as the gray clouds that gather
A chill in the air condescends
As the Scottish winter night darkens the heather.
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When good people say bad things about you,
That's bad.

When good people say good things about you,
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Apples 'n' snakes
A force of nature
for the unredeemed.
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I saw a funny man
Who wore funny clothes
Had a hole in his jacket
And three holes in his nose.
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Friday night at the hockey
A couple of friends and us,
To see men slide on pride
To see them dance on ice.
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My cousin puts a photo of herself on Facebook
For every testosterone teenager to have a look.

But deep within myself, my heart bleeds
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I was born in Green Valley, west of Liverpool, west of Sydney, Australia.
It's like being born in the Bronx, or Tottenham, or Shankhill, or Govan in Glasgow.
I might as well have been born there too.
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When the dots won't joint together
And the planets don't always align
When circumstance lets you down
Keep your eye on the big picture.
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Why so surprised at London's burning?
Why so perplexed a generation is yearning?
Look and see their emotional diet
You'll find the reason to the London riots.
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And you, who once were alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now He has reconciled in the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight— (‭Colossians‬ ‭1‬: ‭21-22‬ NKJV)


Estranged in the mind
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Thursday morning
Day aff
Time to have a think...
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His pain labelled his face
Like an abandoned quarry full of 'danger' signs
His guilt numbed his emotions
Like the blandest sand dune in the Saharra
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The bass drone on the bagpipes play
The man in his kilt plays it
The misty Scottish air receives it
A constant sound
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Peter Hall Biography

Hall is Australian born, but calls Scotland home. He is a poet, a songwriter, musician, accountant, pastor, follower of Jesus Christ, son, husband, father. Hall says 'poetry is about communicating 'what is' and 'what could be', or 'what should be' '. Hall's poetry influences are from a 'melting pot' of Australian and British cultures and writers. If it's not a Spiritual poem, his work reflects his landscape he finds himself in.)

The Best Poem Of Peter Hall

Learning From Mistakes

I have finally come to the place
Where things can come off the shelf
So I can try to learn from mistakes
And not be so hard on myself.

I no longer need to be opaque
It's time for me to see
That my failures and past mistakes
Do not label me.

No longer trusting what used to assure
Sorting out things that will last
Mistakes filter out what really endures
Permitting to learn from the past.

I know life has its ups and downs
I can't help things don't go to plan
But mistakes no longer bring 'that frown'
Now that I know who I am.

Peter Hall Comments

Alice 26 October 2019

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