greg woods

poem by greg woods

Echoes of paradise, reflections in my eyes. Sensations on my skin, when will my life begin? Realisations one by one, of the things that I have done. Some are gone and some still stay, some I had to throw away. But the echo... Read more

poem by greg woods

For when he danced on the hill, - - - They laughed! For when he cried by the river, - - - They laughed! They drove him deep into himself, far deeper than he had ever been. - - - And they laughed! He became very solemn, f... Read more

lyrics by greg woods

I awakened,----------- and thinking I'd been left behind, I ran!---------------- Breathlessly, I turned a corner, and there was God, waiting for me. "Why did you wait?" I asked. He replied," For the same reason you hurried." Read more

lyrics by greg woods

Weakly---I cling to my upturned boat, my hands growing numb from the cold. How much longer can I hold on? I shiver convulsively, against the early morning breeze, as another spray of water dampens my clothes. Singing at the top o... Read more

poem by greg woods

Although at times I've tried, I've never been much at sing'n. Not even in the shower, No matter what the hour, You'll never hear my voice a ring'n. So I've given up try'n, although some songs I know'm, To tell you my stories, ... Read more

poem by greg woods

Just recently I met a man, As lonely as I used to be. When I looked into his eyes, I saw a deadness look back at me. He seemed to be at the crossroads, And didn't know which way to go. How hard it is to tell a broken heart, T... Read more

poem by greg woods

If I sent to you, all my love, At this moment, with this gift. I think that you would lift a little, And around the room you would drift. So I'll send but a portion, Of my love on this day. So instead you may enjoy your gift, ... Read more

poem by greg woods

Well the sun is hot, But we can't stop, -Swing'n that cane-knife. It's burn'n our backs, But we can't relax, -Swing'n that cane-knife. I wish I were dead, There's more cane ahead, -Swing that cane-knife. The man said 'h... Read more

poem by greg woods

Well I've worked in a few different states, But Queensland's hard to beat. Where you sweat all day in the hot sunshine, And rain is a blessing from the heat. They know the meaning of hard yakka up there, And everything's common... Read more

poem by greg woods

When you're feeling lost and saddened, when you feel you've lost the fight. It's amazing how you get the urge, to pick up your pen and write. To write away your troubles, that occupy the mind. To take away those harmful fears,... Read more

poem by greg woods

GOD ALMIGHTY! How can a man be bloodywell spiritual, in a hot, burnt place like this? Jesus Christ it's hot! No wonder a man hits the piss. Fences to mend, cattle to brand, and these stinking rotten flies. Everything in this c... Read more

poem by greg woods

He raised his head from the sweat stained pillow, the spittle hung from his chin. He doesn't really feel like it, but another day was about to begin. He felt blessed to be able to leave that bed, full of odours, sweat and grime... Read more

poem by greg woods

"Merry Christmas", he mumbled as he looked at the open door. "The kids don't come to visit much anymore". "Well I suppose they have their own lives to lead, the main thing is that they all succeed". "Yes,_ that's my greatest wis... Read more

poem by greg woods

Some alcoholics have very strange ideas, twisted and distorted from too many beers. Always meaning well with a drunken sort of respect, the main priority - the price of grog, and from their loved ones often defect. Worried abo... Read more

poem by greg woods

And what of the subject of love? Can we hide it, can we ignore it, can we deny it? Can we REALLY break a heart? And what of the person who's heart has been broken? Can love once again start. Questions-always questions, concern... Read more

poem by greg woods

The ghostly night of the country, so still and safe. The moon so full and clear, spreads its safety net. It makes no-one poor, no-one rich, but everyone equal, everything equal. There is no time, no sound, all are awake in p... Read more

poem by greg woods

Never can gold be found lying amongst gold, but beneath rubble. It is the same with truth. As we search for precious gems, we must also search for truth. Truth is the most precious thing to man. And all he has to do is shift som... Read more

poem by greg woods

The next time before you say, " well wouldn't it rootya," just stop and remember, you are creating your own future. We curse at this and curse at that, with 'fuck a duck' or 'skin a cat'. We say such things and don't stop to t... Read more

poem by greg woods

I'm writing this in happy heart today. Before the happiness gets up, and slowly drifts away. As happiness makes life, and love so complete. And takes the itching, away from the feet. These old feet of mine, that often yearn ... Read more

poem by greg woods

Today I found an old poem, in a draw where it had been thrown. That poem had been written by no other, than a wonderful caring Mother. Her humour I had forgotten, I am sorry to say. But the love and humour came flooding back, w... Read more

poem by greg woods

I shiver at the cold, and wonder at the beauty. As the sun kisses the earth, life starts its duties. A rustle in the grass, the shaking of a tree. The first sounds of the birds, when it's light enough to see. The dew is sparklin... Read more

poem by greg woods

A raindrop alights ,gently on his cuff. It's time to find shelter, for today he's done enough. The music lingers quietly, peacefully in the cool, as he quickly gathers his thoughts, and lays down his tools. He's been working in ... Read more

poem by greg woods

He looked into the heat, as a fly crawled on his nose. I'd better have a camp, or I'll end up tucker for the crows. He pushed his old hat back, as he headed for some trees. Waved the fly away, just in case it made him sneeze.... Read more

story by greg woods

He entered the room, more like a glowing cave. A soft comfortable glow. The temperature was comfortable. He felt relaxed and detached but more in control than ever. The walls of the cave were littered with dully glowing pink crystals ... Read more