The gods and goddesses,
They gathered,
Deliberated,
And decided,
That I am to be yours,
I thank them daily.

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 16/11/2019

I am but a simple soul,
Floating in this sphere,
But somehow all the gods around us,
Chose to bring you here,
I've never had a lot of friends,
And strived to do what's right,
But this feels like a golden fleece,
You've brought me back to life,
How come the gods chose me for this?,
I don't deserve it surely,
Your love envelops me so much,
You give it out so purely,
I thank them every single day,
For bringing you to me,
And pray you never leave my side,
How come, I'm lucky me?.......


(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2019

I'm sat here quietly, eating my tea,
My dog is here also, staring at me,
She's just had her meal, so why is she looking?,
She munched at it happily, while I was cooking,
Her eyebrows are raised, and she's sat bolt upright,
She'll raise her paw lovingly, poor little mite,
Or is she just greedy, and wanting it all?,
I should banish her from here, into the hall,
The both of us staring, with gazes so bold,
And while playing this stare off, my tea has gone cold........


(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2019

Distracted by the monotony of life,
I missed it when you drifted in,
Suddenly, you were there,
Causing my heart to flutter,
Offering me solace, shelter,
You hit me like a freight train,
Clean off my feet,
And now I'm enveloped by you,
Distracted by the monotony of life,
I missed it, when you drifted in............


(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 04/11/2019

The night was fun,
She felt quite drunk,
The taxi left without her,
She wrapped her shawl,
And shed her shoes,
The night was all about her,

She walked and sang,
Quite merrily,
So unaware of danger,
A shadow showed,
A figure pounced,
She stood to face a stranger,

Her eyes were wide,
She shrieked with fright,
His knife rose up to cut her,
Her throat gaped open,
Her blood flowed downwards,
Her flesh sliced up like butter,

Excitement grew,
He felt the rush,
And moved on to her gut,
His knife took on,
It's own cruel life,
He continued with his eyes shut,

The moon gave off,
An eerie glow,
Blood tasted just like wine,
Another fix,
For lord Mountjoy,
Strolls home to plan next time....

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  2019