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Friday, 21 March 2025

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing, a lyric by Alan Ewing

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

a lyric by Alan Ewing

Here you come in imitation of Jesus’ walk

Like a prophet from Hell with your lying talk

Your political lies reveal your true intentions

Sickly hypocrisy with the poor not mentioned

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

Vile nature pours out from your turgid soul

The triumph of evil lauded as your goal

Venomous hatred from your every pore

Gates of Hell open as you walk through the door

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

Your satanic presence leaves stench and rot

Spite, jealousy, maliciousness being your lot

Foul demonic rage is the fruit of your tree

The roots of evil are so evident to see

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

Entity, a lyric by Alan Ewing

Entity

a lyric by Alan Ewing

Deep within your heart

Comes the call of your Creator

Far within your soul

The essence of your Maker

Lonely in a troubled night

It is God who hears your call

Troubled at the approaching dawn

Such Entity shines a Light

The Kingdom is never far away

For it lives in you here and now

Heaven reveals its gateway

As in the seeds you plough

The search for an answer

Is here for you to see

All is revealed in time

When you just exist and be

Monday, 10 March 2025

March Jottings & Gags, by Alan Ewing

March Jottings & Gags

by Alan Ewing

SPIRITUAL ROMANCE

As regards my spiritual stance

It may be such illusional trance

Maybe woven from many cloths

Will you chance to dance?

Shall I have many so many wives?

Or perchance upon the one?

Would you be my concubine?

If I perchanced upon the one

Walk ten steps behind me

If I made it so, my love

Or maybe I would worship you

Like a love from above

Who's to say who is right?

We all believe as our right

Though I believe in you

Right there by my spot

So, will you walk in the park with me

Be my love and I will gladly repay

All that your love brings to me

For that would make my absolute day

Boogie Baby!

Boogie baby!

In this fucking night club

Your worst tale from hell

Your worst kind of hub

Boogie Baby!

Welcome to hell hun

All is betrayal here

When the day is done

Boogie Baby!

Hello the nightmare

So horrible in nature

See that awful stare

Whoopsie baby!

Now is the bloody time

To let your hatred out

Such an awful crime

Oh hun baby!

Thought you were so good

Now I just don't know

If your name is mud

Gag

"I keep getting these strange numbers on my mobile" said Ethel. "You been taking those supermarket surveys again, replied Mabel.

Earth, a lyric by Alan Ewing

EARTH

by Alan Ewing

Is this the garden of Eden

In its fallen form?

So many troubles grown

So much is torn

The fall of Angels bespoken

Such an awful crime

To go against Almighty God

Such an awful time

Do we live this out now?

In our daily life

Cry out for the answers

In our daily strife

Are Angels inside of us?

As we fight the fight

Giving all that we have

With our daily might

Shall we walk to eternity?

Within our daily stroll

Wake up and then see

What exactly is the toll?

Thursday, 13 February 2025

Valentine Works Do, a two-paragraph story by Alan Ewing, with Jottings

Valentine's Work Do

a 2 paragraph story by Alan Ewing

Jimmy had it all worked out. His wife wouldn't be in till 6:30 pm. Julie was always a woman of routine with her work patterns. He had the table set with candles and wine. The bed was made. The electric blanket charged up. Barry White was on the record player. This would be a Valentine's Night to remember. One for the diary. he hooved up, cleaned and dusted so that Julie would be in a good mood with him when she got home.

When Julie arrived home her sister was with her. "Oh lovely!" Said her sister. "Table set and look at those chocolates". The door chimed its bell as more woman arrived. Jimmy had forgotten that it was Julie's annual works meeting and do. He went to bed with a lot of women's voices and laughter coming up through the ceiling. Jimmy hid his head under the pillow with great frustration.

Valentine Jottings

Meanwhile, down Valentines Road, Raymond is pouring his heart out to his budgie. "Cheep Cheep' He chirped. The budgie had learned to talk and replied: 'This bird seed is crap, very cheap cheap!' [no budgies were harmed in writing this gag; and neither was Raymond] Laugh! I could cry with these gags. I wanted to be a gag writer though they kept taking me seriously. Oo la la then!

GAG: 'I keep getting strange numbers on my phone" said Ethel. "You been responding to supermarket surveys again!" Groaned Mabel.

VALENTINE: Cue to Forlorn Street, where Dave Robbins is throwing a wobble because he was turned down for a date by Janet Wharton. He said he'd put forward a pound if she topped up the date kitty to £20 ... he got small change!

Monday, 27 January 2025

But I Didn't Get A Prize! A bit of a gag by Alan Ewing, with video

BUT I DIDN’T GET A PRIZE!

a bit of a gag by Alan Ewing

Once there was a show
One that would outwardly go
To where no other had been
A VOICE CRIED: “But I didn’t get a prize!”

Onwards the troupe would travel
Over pebble roads and gravel
To whence nobody had been before
AND THE VOICE CRIED: “But I didn’t get a prize!”

The ensemble walked over grass and fields
Dining each day on frugal meals
As they trudged along their way
THE VOICE STILL CRIED: “But I didn’t get a prize

The mobile wardrobe was in function
Some went fishing for their luncheon
Traveling on empty stomachs and mouths
THE VOICE CONTINUED TO CRY: “But I didn’t get a prize!”

Finally the cast reached their destination
No more time for procrastination
As the actors took to the stage
WITH THE VOICE CALLING: “But I didn’t get a prize!”

Finally someone heard the voice shout
And went and asked what it was all about?

TO WHICH CAME THE ANSWER: “But I didn’t get a prize! All I wanted was a balloon at the last place that we stopped!

And so a shiny red balloon was given
As peace of call was hastily striven
THE VOICE HAD ITS PRIZE!

Saturday, 28 December 2024

December Jottings 2024, by Alan Ewing

DECEMBER JOTTINGS 2024

by Alan Ewing

December

December, December, such a precious jewel,
all the things that you gave me,
in my little youth
Such a gorgeous special month,

In a special way
Mince pies always your way
Sherry was such a wow
Never in the year

Got a mouth full of chocolate
And a little tear
Love how you are bringing
Joy unto each day

You special month
With us each day
December, December, how I love you so
Still giving to me

As your love does grow
Now do I
Have to say it twice
Herald
The Birth of Christ
Herald
Love Eternal

And God Bless

And God Bless
Those who seek to love
Those who seek to help
Amongst affliction

Give Glory
To the spirit of love
Wherever it abides
In Truth

Heaven help
Those in need
Bespoken
For ever more

Give to those
Wherever in hope
They seek the word of God
Within their cloak

Reach out and touch
Those who are bereaved
Show that The Way
Touches those who ask

Wifie-Pops

All he ever wanted was a wife
Life of trouble and strife
One to dance with and argue
Till the song is through

Just a little wifie-pops
Goodness Gracious me
One who likes the footy
When it's on the TV

Get told off for doing nothing
On a lazy day
Wifie knows best
As you make her a cup of tea

For your woman rules the world
As she tells you off
You are under command
This life was meant to be

And so for those without a wifie-pops
Such is me
Then live life in hope
For her you just might see

For one thing
I know to be true
A man needs a woman
For this life to bloom

Grief: A Reflection

Grief. So important to release it. Lest it comes back to bite you at a later point. Often that can take the form of anger, resentment against creation. The demons will seize upon that and all kinds of psychological problems can ensue. It helps when you have friends who are Angels and can bring out the tears and harrowing forms of weeping. This is for the best. For in that release the answers arrive from God. Your loved ones will always be in your heart. To cry for them is everything. For out of those tears, the seeds of Joy will be born as you give thanks for your time with them. All hatred, malice and all forms of demonic carry-on will be defeated. And the Love that you received from your special ones will reign in your heart eternally.

Next Christmas

Next Christmas
I'm having JamTarts
Even if Mince Pies are on a special

This year I gave up Fruit Pastilles
And Fruit Gums too
For Chocolate Decorations made by you

Well, you knew that I was a sweets loving man
Right from the very start
Knew that I drank my cola straight form the can

Next Christmas
I'm having Suet Pudding with Jam
Christmas Pudding out with the Ham

I gave up all of my Smarties
To eat the buttons off the tree
They did not agree with me

You just knew the way to my tummy
Was 'Tell 'em about the honey mummy'
Yet I had to have Shredded Wheat

Next Christmas
With no tears for my Dairy Milk
I'll hide it wrapped in silk

Monster Out Of The Mist

It came
Tearing up roots
Completely Insane

Whatever the weather
They said
All will be fine

... Now they are dead

It came in mist
Devoured all
None saved
It stood tall

A demon ‘‘twas said
That rose from the dead
Everybody was scared
Lots of screams heard

It came from the mist
Life’s little twist
As death came calling
Without any warning