Is an Irish Poet,
widely published in numerous magazines anthologies and journals, including:

http://www.thelondonmagazine.org/about-us/
http://agendapoetry.co.uk/index.php
http://www.poetryireland.ie/publications/poetry-ireland-review/current-issue/
http://poetlore.com/about/ourstory/
Also, Stand Magazine, Stinging Fly, Poetry ( Chicago ), Poet Lore, Poetry Wales, Ploughshares and many others . . .
Is an Irish Poet,
widely published in numerous magazines anthologies and journals, including:

http://www.thelondonmagazine.org/about-us/
http://agendapoetry.co.uk/index.php
http://www.poetryireland.ie/publications/poetry-ireland-review/current-issue/
http://poetlore.com/about/ourstory/
Also, Stand Magazine, Stinging Fly, Poetry ( Chicago ), Poet Lore, Poetry Wales, Ploughshares and many others . . .
Ormond
Ormond
5 hours ago

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Wild poppies swaying
Her long red hair unbridled
Tantric was the dance

#love   #desire   #haiku   #beauty   #erotic  
Ormond
Ormond
12 hours ago

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We fall, following doors, a jarr of sun,

The pale flowering of romantic youth,

As we are painted by pictures we run,

And all new meadows a vale of bloom.

Ormond
Ormond
1 day ago

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Little king of sun toasting petal,
Cups the air with swirling wings
Flashes, flurries of wetted trials,
How you drink of nectar singing,

With invisible wings let whirring,
So robed in arc of rainbows' sky,
Even lofted mist of morn stirring,
All the shaped air, a moving eye.

#mystery   #nature   #beauty   #grace  
Ormond
Ormond
2 days ago

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Still pale grey earth is turned,
Deep is the loam moisted,
Lone by the Ploughman.

The rows of the brushed patches,
Sweating the breakneck blood,
Are painted by labours.

Messiah doors out cathedral,
With iron plod anoints the soil,
Exposed unto mercy sun.

His hands are knobbed in stone,
His eyes searing of the star,
His face dark as deep loam.

Each day ablutions of sod earth,
Heaved out tilling unfree wills,
Burdens of harnessed beast.

Dark is the turned loam moisted,
Water flame heat of veined mist,
Seeds sown explode to bloom.

After thorny works, crowned blood,
Sun leaves to wine red fruition,
Ploughman maker is done.

#life   #nature   #spirit   #creation  
Ormond
Ormond
3 days ago

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Your eyes are always lost,
In empty places, your lips,
Are holding, your touch
Never does reach, unfolding,
And I am adrift in stalled dream
Unwashed by an indifferent
Sun, scarred black by a nil
Crescent moon, still jarring,
Calls through the night,
Of wretched creatures only
Punctuate the sorrows
Of my casted illusion,
With you, together, I
Have never felt so alone,
What stunted days we make
As the sun smokes ascended,
We stand in a doorway
Open to a bloodied heart,
Tendered, misbegotten.

#love   #desire   #obsession   #spirit  
Ormond
Ormond
5 days ago

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Way I feel for you
Purple in rare mountain sky
Peak of lilacs bloom

#love   #desire   #haiku   #youth  
Ormond
Ormond
5 days ago

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Fire on water,
The hearts smoke
And low rain of her eyes,
What wry lashing they gave,
The currency of night's tender,
My fare to the wandering lands
And makeshift rounds of munitions  
Slice and plosive gaze.

#love   #passion   #sorrow   #spirit  
 
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