Kimberley man

The first sun shines at half past four
The red dirt makes a grass-less floor
This is a life of unique brand
For him they call “the Kimberley man”.

The fans are never cool enough
On leathered skin built Kimberley tough
But how do you tell the tourist fleet
You never get used to Kimberley heat.

But there’s a thinking that takes it slow
In rhythm with Ord River’s flow
There’s more to life than comfort and money
Like fishing for Barra without the hurry.

Albino gekko’s’ eat the flys
While the blue tailed kooka’s laughs and crys
Crocs and dragons and wallabies too
Live with the Owl who gives two hoots.

The Kimberley man is silently proud
Like a Kimberley king with a Kimberley crown
Of views a virtuoso would say
Is fit for a concert that he would play.

Wet season build up is only released
By cracking black clouds that sets you free
From humid sighs in front of the fan
And the unsaid life of the Kimberley man.

Kimberely man


The smell of Kimberley rain

The daylight owl stops giving advice
From his throne on the Boab tree,
The Kimberley winds crank up a few gears
The Eucalypts mingle the breeze,
And bring a smell unique to Oz
That dulls the homesick pain,
The sound of drops smashing on tin rooves
Bring the smell of Kimberley rain.

The sound of the thunder cracks the sky
And let’s the cooling rain fall,
And everyone’s bare shoulder smiles
At relief from the heat in store,
While the hot red dirt greets an old friend
And the cracking thunder in the main,
Combine to give you a precious gift;
The smell of Kimberley rain.

The ancient land and it red ridge sights
Have seen it all before,
For this is the build up to the summer rains
That opens the wet season door,
The sight of the lightening bisecting the black
Means no two moments are the same
And combines the eyegate and the ears
With the smell of Kimberley rain.

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747 to Dubai

A lady sat next to me
On the 747 to Dubai,
It wasn’t long before I asked God;
“Why, oh why, oh why” !.

All that she could do was
Talk and talk and talk,
All that I wanted to do was
Walk and walk and walk.

She talked louder than the engines
With more revolutions per second,
And to make matters worse
She had a face like a melon.

I found out she loved horses
And loved the Aberdeen races,
The more I heard her talking
I knew horses have nicer faces.

Oh yes…she has 2 other sisters
I saw the photos of their wedding
And the one with the Union Jack
On top of her marital bedding.

Did you know she really loves bagpipes
And got married to the music of Elvis ?
But she forgot to buy the deserts
But at least the guests had their Haggis.

I haven’t told you her job
Or her favourite colour of dress,
Cos I’m exhausted after the flight
I think it’s time for a rest.

So next time you have ‘time out’
And you want to rest as you fly,
Make sure it’s an empty plane
Or book a seat on the aisle !.


Every part of this poem is a true story !. (written on a bench at Dubai Airport at 4:00am…I had to laugh and write a poem about it !)




“He is the Rock,
His work is perfect;
For all His ways are justice,
A God of truth and without injustice;
Righteous and upright is He.”
‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭32:4‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“God is my strength and power,
And He makes my way perfect.”
‭‭II Samuel‬ ‭22:33‬ ‭NKJV‬‬


Perfect Love
Perfect ways
Perfect Son
Perfect Name,

Perfect power
Perfect strength
Perfect knowledge
Perfect plans,

Perfect beauty
Perfect Word
Perfect splendor
Perfect Bread,

Perfect liberty
Perfect lamp
Perfect Shepherd
Perfect Lamb,

Perfect Sacrifice
Perfect Door
Perfect Father
Perfect Lord,

Perfect Ruler
Perfect Priest
Perfect Husband
Perfect Rest,

Perfect forgiveness
Perfect place
Perfect kindness
Perfect Grace.

Perfect !.


Please note: 7 is the number of perfection..7 stanzas.


Fish ‘n’ chips

Sometimes, poetry is meant to be heard and not read… (.7 mb. .46 min)

Fish ‘n’ chips on the Clyde
Fish ‘n’ chips on the side
Fish ‘n’ chips with too much salt
Fish ‘n’ chips and watching boats
Fish ‘n’ chips and sunny clouds
Fish ‘n’ chips and funny crowds
Fish ‘n’ chips and ugly dogs
Fish ‘n’ chips without the smog
Fish ‘n’ chips and coffee cold
Fish ‘n’ chips where ice cream sold
Fish ‘n’ chips where joggers sweat
Fish ‘n’ chips on wet park bench
Fish ‘n’ chips where sea gulls swoop
Fish ‘n’ chips where sea gulls poop
Fish ‘n’ chips with nip on the nose
Fish ‘n’ chips with nip on the toes
Fish ‘n’ chips is rubbish food, but
Fish ‘n’ chips taste so good
Fish ‘n’ chips and mountain sides
Fish ‘n’ chips on the Clyde !.

Get the picture ?


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It’s great to be alive !

The car rolls three times
And bounces off a tree
That’s one I’ve survived
It’s great to be alive !.

A few cuts and bruises
Remind me of my breath
That’s one I’ve survived
It’s great to be alive !.

Hindsight brings clear vision
And makes the forest clear
That’s one I’ve survived
It’s great to be alive !.

Those rain clouds look Divine
It’s great to live in time
That’s one I’ve survived
It’s great to be alive !.

Another chance of life
Another glance at time
Another chance to love
It’s great to be alive !.

Seeing life as precious
And how that love is life
Another chance to love
It’s great to be alive !.

The life-joy of forgiveness
And letting go of luggage
Another chance to thrive
It’s great to be alive !.

A supernatural cradling
I know that God is mine
Another chance for Love
It’s great to be alive !.

A resurrected life….after a near fatal accident. Even rain clouds (problems) look great !.


You can listen or download my reading of this poem here. (892kb 1 min)

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His Love

Verse 1

His love is beautiful
His love immutable
His love is suitable to me
For His kindnesses
Come to my weaknesses
For He is the Love in me.
Continually loving me.

Verse 2

His love is natural
Beyond the dutiful
His love immovable to me
I’m now His righteousness
Flows from His faithfulness
He is the Life in me
The Vine Life transfers to me.


His satisfaction
Satisfies me
Nothing more to do
The God of perfection
Grows inside me
Nothing more to prove
Proves the beautiful.

Verse 3

His love is wonderful
His love emotional
His love is musical to me
I found the natural note
That resonates my soul
He is the Life in me
His love is life in me

Words and music by Peter Hall. Copyright Scot Free Music 2015.

You can listen or download the song here. (2.3mb 2.29 mins)

You can download the ukulele chords to the song here.


Song in “F”

Think I’ll write another song
Maybe short or maybe long
With some spontaneity
Taking life too seriously.

In my chair taking a rest
Think I’ll write the song in “F”
I don’t look like a movie star
It’s just me and my guitar.


Chorus 1
After caring for the flock
feel I’m wound up like a clock
Need to feed the mind an soul
And let creative juices flow.


Smell of coffee in my nose
Tartan socks warm up my toes
Hell-o-vision shows the rugby
Goes well with my toast and honey.

Comes a time to waste some time
Thankfulness is not a crime
Being grateful for the day
While the six strings help me pray.


Chorus 2
Hear the birds & smell a rose
In your head and comfy clothes
Walk along the Firth of Clyde
With my lady by my side.


So there’s my little song
Hope it wasn’t short or long
Keep your spontaneity
Don’t take self too seriously.

Keep your spontaneity
Don’t take self so seriously.


Words & Music, guitar & vocals copyright by Peter Hall. Scot Free Music 2015


You can listen or download  the song here. 3.3mb. 3.35mins

(The “lick” in “F” & “C” replicates a wee trick I use on the 6 string lapsteel by bending the 5th string with my ring finger behind the bar/steel…thought you were wondering about that…)


Think for yourself (Christian Punk Poetry ;)

You can listen to, or download the poem here. 2.4 mb. 2.36 mins.

Thinking for yourself
isn’t such a crime
or life will come by stealth
and leave you drinking lime

Don’t believe their lies
and their selfish ways
It will cost you time
Take it from your pay.

Think for yourself
Don’t second guess
end up in a mess
Bad game of chess

Think for yourself
Drop the bad press
God’s ways are “yes”
Make some progress

Commentaries galore
add to what He said
the commentaries are whores
who complicate the text.

Copy cat on the mat
Monkey see monkey do
Makes your mind very slack
Puts your strings out of tune….

It’s not about revival
or second coming ways
It’s when you read the Bible
& hear what Jesus says

It wasn’t always right
what they said in the past
as the preachers fight
So you do what they ask.

Now what ?

Trust the Holy Spirit
Listen to His Truth
adding nothing to it
To what you always knew

Thinking for yourself
isn’t such a crime
The Life is what He says
and leaves you drinking wine.

Think for yourself
Don’t second guess
Less is more
More is less
Think for yourself
Don’t second guess
Less is more
More is less

Think “law of liberty”
means now you are free
Think for yourself.

Copyright by Peter Hall. Scot Free Music 2015

Trying too hard (Christian Punk poetry ;) Live !

Rock and roll takes its toll
Puts you down the toilet hole
You never make it in the fold
They never want to see your scroll

Calm their fears tickle their ears
Before they give you love and cheers
But you have to buy their beers
Their attention is far too dear.

On the shelf protect yourself
Or you’re no good for anyone else
In the heat you’ll just melt
In your heart this must be felt.

Too intense advice I lend
Trying too hard makes you pretend
It’s all your fault if they don’t spin
And listen to what comes out your chin.

Sometimes you just try too hard
To make it happen near and far
In your mind hop in your car
And take drive up to the stars.

Relax relax and stop the boat
You don’t change the mess below
Release the catch and what’s in tow
For love and life come as a flow.

You can download the poem here (live performance at the Edinburgh Fringe 2015)


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