This weekend I was honoured to be asked to perform a piece of poetry at my little sisters wedding, I’d got a piece written and ready to go, as I was planning on surprising my sister with it, at the reception.

I’ve not performed publicly since before covid, but I figured what the hell, how hard can it be, apart from the stage fright, which it turns out I still have. It wasn’t that bad, all things considered. So anyway without further ado I give you the scribble dedicated to my little sis.

Andi & Adam

 

On your wedding day, dear sister of mine,

May love and joy forever entwine.

May your heart be filled with endless delight,

As the two of you embark on this beautiful flight.

 

May your bond grow stronger day by day,

As you travel through life’s unpredictable way

May laughter and happiness be your guide,

As you navigate your journey, side by side.

 

May your love shine bright, like the morning sun.

May your union be as eternally strong.

May your dreams come true, both big and small,

And may love be the anchor that won’t let you fall.

 

As you say “I do” and you start this new chapter,

Know that I will be there, your forever supporter.

I wish you a lifetime of love and of bliss,

On this day and every day. Love you, little sis.

Bob Christian 2024

Since the weather has been nice, I decided the other night to use my other office, the nice big open plan one with a water feature, penguin and two pheasants, Phil & Dave.

I’m not at liberty to say how much (if any) poetry was written or editing work done, I can say I have a lovely peaceful view.

Stay Safe Pocket peeps

Who are you?

“I’m an imposter in my own skin,
a fraud draped in borrowed brilliance,
while everyone else sees a star,
I see the cracks, the flaws,
the scribbles of a mind unraveling,
using these words as my compass,
to navigate this treacherous road ahead,
trying to find my way
through the chaos of applause”

Imposter syndrome is a very real thing for me, and countless others.

I don’t usually write about current events but in this case I’ll make an exception.

This Mess

“In shadows deep where whispers crawl,

The wealthy laugh while nations fall.

They stoke the flames of ancient hate,

To mask the strings that manipulate.

Puppets dance on gilded stages,

While people rage in scripted cages.

Divided eyes can’t see the hands

That plunder wealth across these lands.

Racial strife, a cunning guise,

For those who win are in disguise.

The true victors are cloaked in gold,

Reaping the spoils of lies retold.”