joe2poetry

Poetry from a Dublin Scientist

Soon

Weeks pass to day pass to hours
I wait, wait with baited breath
Wait for she who lights my life
She who completes me
Makes my soul sing
Makes me happy
Makes me better
I have waited a long time
But she will be in my arms again
Soon

Dibbs

You are mine my love
I called dibbs
Set my claim
Paramount and in perpetuity
All rights reserved
Public and private

I’ve called dibbs
On your smile
On your laugh
On the mischief in your eyes
On the whispers on your lips
On the song within your heart

I’ve called dibbs
On being there for you
Every day without fail
On being your rock, your cushion
Your bulwark against the world

I’ve called dibbs
On the good
And the bad
The laughter and the tears
The fights and the making ups

I’ve called dibbs
For all my days
Whatever there maybe
Because my love, I know full well
You’ve called dibbs on me

Haikus 13/08/15

The Rose of Tralee
Aren’t they all lovely girls
Crass misogyny

Coming late for work
But working late iate into the night
Will only go so far

The mad adventures
Of Ross O’Carroll Kelly
Addictive reading

She moves through the fair

She moves through the fair
Dressed in flowers with hair of golden sun

She moves through the fair
Past stalls, crowds

She moves through the fair
Towards a nervous suitor

She moves through the fair
My hand in hers, leading on

She moves through the fair
Always in my heart, cherished forever

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From Grammarghoul Press

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge #12

Haikus 27/07/15

Romance beckons me
From far accross the ocean
I must go to it

Food glorious food
The greatest carnal delight
So hard to ignore

My innermost thoughts
Are a mystery to me
Who knows where they’ll go

An accented text
Can be a real joy to read
It brings words to life

Bloomsday Haiku

From the Irish Sea
A breeze whips around the tower
“Morning Mister Joyce”

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shape shifting 13 challenge # 5

Neither Sticks nor Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words they too may hurt me
Sticks’ loud crack can smart you ears
But words leaves silence deeply

Stones bring bruises blue and black
Words bring but a tear
But bruises soon fade from the fore
While words keep deepest fear

Sticks and stones will ache my bones
When I bathe they drift away
But words can cut into my heart
And down in there they’ll stay

Sticks and stones can kill outright
As the body curls to break
Yet words may work a slower pace
And move your soul to take

Neither sticks nor stones can truly hurt
The strength that lies inside
But words can niggle at its core
Find it where it may hide

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words do greater still
The first may break my body
The next my soul will kill

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Fugees Killing me Softly

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Written for Grammar Ghoul Press’ mutant 750 challenge # 36.

Haikus 240515

Votes have been counted
The people have had their say
Everyone’s equal

Warm weather is back
After weeks of summer chill
This won’t last too long

I’ve stories to write
A lot of reasearch to do
It’s a busy week

Monster Haiku

Hidden in the dark
Craving blood but can’t emerge
Vampires hate the sun

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Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Unlucky Thirteen number 1

For Poetry Day

Sway me with verse
With rhymes and words
With raw passion
With the strength of emotion

Use the almighty pen
Sealing thoughts in jet-black ink
Safe from memory’s vagrancies
Free to roam around the world

Use voice
Bring the words to life
Syllables in machine gun rapidity
Explosions of verbiage

Bring me poetry
Wondrous, magnificent poetry
Every which way you can
Show me what words can do

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