HOME

Home
Is where the heart is
Is where it all started
Not where your dear departed
Used to dwell.

Home
Is where your other half
Walks with you on the path
Helping you to laugh
At the absurdity of life

Home
Is your port of harbour
Not made of bricks or mortar
Wherever your sons & daughters
Reside

Home
Can be a million miles away
Or wherever you feel safe
Wherever you lay your head
Down to rest

Home
Is a state of mind
Not just a place to find
Difficult to define
For the wandering soul

Home
Is where you’re lost & found
Where you can run aground
With someone who can stand to be around
Your broken self

Home
Is a piece of paper and a pen
My thoughts. Unravelling them
Source of expression & my zen
For my anxious mind

Home
Is for where you pine
Is where you draw the line
A place where all time
Comes to a standstill

FIND YOUR WINGS

Wrote this one 9 years ago today and it came up in my Facebook memories. Wanted to share it with you while working on my new New Year’s poem. Hope you enjoy and find it inspirational?! 🤞🙏😁

May you know health and happiness
And have everything you need
May you find contentment in a little less
Than usual, even though it bleeds
May you find nourishment for your soul
And may peace sooth your troubled mind
May the little things in life console
You never know what you may find
When you’re not looking

May your friends be many
And may they be true
May all your hopes and dreams come true
May your joys be numerous
And your sorrows few
May your rise above your fears
And may you grown into
The person you were meant to be

May you cast away your doubts
May you find purpose in your tears
May the words from your mouth
Be full of comfort and beyond your years
May you find your wings and fly
To places you never dreamed
May you ask why not instead of why?
And do things that never seemed
Possible

Ken Hume

December 31st 2012

FREEZE TIME

Wish that I could’ve frozen time

Halted it completely in its tracks

Made it that the bells wouldn’t chime

That you wouldn’t fade to black

Wish I could’ve wrapped you

And your fragile little frame,

Stooped in humble service

Like a perpetual prayer,

up in cotton wool

In bubble wrap

In my arms

Breathe fresh life

Into your lungs

But cancer had set its trap

Aggressively it had struck

And your body slowly wasted away

To mere skin & bone

As if you were made to atone

For some ancient sin

You’d buried deep within

A thought I scarce can entertain

For it would stain

Your memory

Your legacy

You were too pure

Too gentle

For this earth

Hope you find the peace

You’re looking for

To make your sacrifices

Worth.

 

Wish that I could freeze time

Halt it completely in its tracks

Get a marker & draw a line,

Across which you cannot pass

For fear that you might get older

Grow up too soon

Lose your childlike innocence

For you’re too young to shoulder

Such burdens.

If that makes any sense.

Put together your very own

Wardrobe to Narnia

Where you’ll never grow old

Or succumb to disease

Where you’ll never be told

What to do

Or have to appease

You’ll sit on the throne

Guided by the great lion

And rule your kingdom

With kindness and compassion

Love and wisdom

Strength & dignity

For the whole of your life

 

 

 

 

 

 

Find Your Place

Struggling to find your place

Amongst a frightened human race

Beleaguered & confused

By the world’s ever-changing face.

Constantly trying to chase

Its tail

Struggling to contemplate the grace

Once bestowed upon us all

But now seems lost in space

Squandered by this relentless violence

Death and terror

Floods; earthquakes and tremors

Hovering over planet earth

Like a dark cloud of water

But blood pours down instead of rain

Soaking us all with grief and pain

Our innocence has not merely been beheaded

For that would imply

A swift, clean cut!

Instead, it’s been blown into smithereens

By suicidal bombers

Struck down by kamikaze truck drivers

Shot down by gun toting maniacs

All taken credit for by I.S.

Islamic State

Deciding the fate

Of so many innocents

Becoming all too frequent

Proud of their destruction

Indiscriminate in our eyes

Yet meticulously planned

For our surprise

Simply because they can

Fuelled by hatred

Not by any theological

Or religious superiority

Methodical.

Brutal.

Psychological.

They’ve got inside our heads

Now we live in fear & dread

This is no way to live

There must be an alternative

 

Written by Ken Hume

03/11/2017