Patter of rain drops
Very little come at first
Start of a deluge
Rathmines’ new Blackbird
Toy spaceships hang from ceiling
What more do you need
I love halloween
Women can slut themselves up
Eye candy for all
Old Dublin city
So that everyone’s equal
Celebs are ignored
Last night I spotted a mouse
On the bottom floor of my house
It showed no fear
And came quite near
As I nervously listened to Strauss
A old lady once made a fuss
While queuing to wait for the bus
Said she “I’ve no money to pay
But it’s raining all day
And my hair is a terrible muss!”
Dead, gone, passed on
Such simple words
Yet words that hold so much import
Words of ended families
Lives stopped in their prime
Hearts left void
Hurt beyond measure
We fear it, like we fear all unknowns
We fear the pain
We fear the loss to those we leave behind
We fear what will never be
We fear what may come after
We fear nothing
Because everything is gone
Melted away to oblivion
How we long sometimes
To reach beyond those simple words
To find again those we have lost
But such a power is beyond us
Death in its verbal simplicity
Shows absolute dominion
An impenetrable barrier
One way only
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Written for Grammar Ghoul Challenge number 4
I look down the road
Past the fields of my youth
The factories where I toil through my days
Past hills and forests, seas and cities
Past all I ever knew
And I think of the wonders that might live there
How great the adventure
How much fun their lives might be
I feel jealously for them, mild contempt for the life I am living
And it sucks, each and every day, a little bit of flavour from my world
Oblivious all the while
To those poor souls
Past the fields, factories, hills, forests, seas, and cities
Staring back in my direction
In their own piteous drudgery
Thinking the exact same thing about me
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Written for the Light and Shade Challenge of Wednesday the 22nd of October 2014.
It feels like a lie
A horrific deceit
Warming yellow light in the window
But when one leaves
Goes out into that same sun
One finds only cold
A chill, brought on the wind
Jacket, coat, scarf
All required, no exceptions
But still one see the brightness of the sun
Feels its warmth on skin
Warmth quickly lost to the wind
Stolen in its ephemeral clutches
Leaving no choice
No matter who gloriously bright it is
To wrap up warm
And return to the warmth of hearth and home
Cast off with me my love
Leave your life behind
Let us sail the oceans of possibility
Where anything can happen
And only our imaginations can constrain us
Cast away your preconceptions
Your doubts
And your heavy heart
Think only of the future
Think of what we can be
The wondrous things we can do
If we cast off
And start a new life
Together
Try novel technique
Last stab at an old problem
Maybe it will work
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Absolutely rank
What a horrible odour
Ammonia gas
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Puppies climbing stairs
It’s so maddeningly cute
I just have to share
The beat poet rises
To the front of the crowd
Rhyme bubbling in his belly
Verse crying to get out
He opens his mouth
Words comes in rhythmic pulses
Linked in perfect synchrony
A beat of verse
So catchy his whole body moves to each word
Moving with each beat in the verse
Across the audience
Others join him
Moving heads, tapping feet
As one, in time with the words
Dancing to the music of the beat poet
Snake hunting in the grass
Slivery glint in its eye
Scales of metallic black
Slipping past jagged blades
Sticking out its forked tongue
Sensing when it is close
Set to strike at its prey
Budget tomorrow
Let us see if things will change
Or just stay the same
Story telling man
Cloaked in warm dark-green cotton
Really looks the part
Elephant babies
Two little boys and a girl
Tiny trunks entwined
On the Liffey’s banks
Underneath a bright blue sky
Watching boats go by
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