Making a meal is like making love,
At the beginning, its all about preparation,
Getting the right ingredients, finding the right temperature,
And of course, one must love the meal one is about to "make".
And away you go, mixing up the wet and dry pieces,
Stirring them together until a stiff dough is formed,
The aromas tickle the nose, the taste of sweet and salt, just right,
The quickening of movement when everything begins to cook at the same time,
The heart starts pounding as boiling bubbles satisfy our senses,
A frenzied rush to get everything on the plate at the same time,
A  sudden rush of staem, noise, maybe a little burn or two?,
Then everything just kinda comes together, and the food is taken off the boil, simmering slowly to a warm glow,,, mmmmmmmm yumm.



                                                                  (c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2010

Again the time has come for all to gather round the fire,
"That time again", we say, while we assess the money drained,
The looks of disappointment from the ***** with stupid attire,
And truth will leak from drink fuelled mouths, with need to be restrained.


Your mum is singing drunkenly, while flirting with the vicar,
And dad is out the back sneaking a joint with cousin victor,
The dog is ******* aunt Jemima's artificial leg,
And someone just had a turkey ****,the kind that makes you sicker.

The christmas lights have fused again, so grandad's on the roof,
Sheer will power keeps him up there,and of course, martini vermouth,
Grandma's lost her teeth,and someone screams near the eggnog,
They're sent flying across the room and land in the fire on a log,

You feel your patience slipping as the pandamoniem mounts,
With thankless moans of "Oh well, its the ****** thought that counts",
And not forgetting Glenn, invited by your mum, but why?
So you and he can marry, and honeymoon in Hawaii.

With no idea that Glenn is gay, i guess the joke's on her,
I mean, what straight guy wears his y fronts entirely made from fur??
The night draws to a close,as bitter, crying family leave,
And relief is all too short, as there's still new years eve!!!

Do you know the muffin man?,
Its not a nursery rhyme,
He haunts kids dreams with horrid scenes,
The scream from time to time.

His apron smelled of cinnamon,
His finger nails were clean,
He brought the nicest cookies home,
Mommys face would gleam.

He came to school two days a wek,
And gave out yummy pasties,
He chose kids very carefully,
Rejection made him nasty.

She found it out the hard way,
When she pulled away from him,
He told them she was telling lies,
He tore her from within.

Her mommy looked so horrified,"How could you?",
She would say,
"Poor daddy brings such good things home,
You will be sent away".

Society believed this man,
And Cherry went away,
Asylum life was home for her,
For 10 years and 4 days.

So many children broke their silence,
And accusations heightened,
They spoke of muffins molestations,
Mommy became frightened.

They came in droves to talk to Cherry,
From shrinks to talk show hosts,
They helped her open up,
And talk about those childhood ghosts.

Now, muffin man has ***** hands,
And spends his life in prison,
But left behind are countless kids,
Cause mommy wouldn't listen ...

It's the pose that will set all the boys from the men,
When they shed all their clothes and you see them, and then,
One of two things will happen upon seeing this pose,
You could run like the devil, or shed all your clothes,
Now ladies, you will know what i mean when i say,
If you dont know him well, then you must run away,
As such a bold move can only be tried,
By a man that you love, and a will to be tied, ahem,
But if ,luckily,like me your man is **** Welsh and keen,
Then you must mount that great band wagon, if you know what i mean,
This bold pose known as "The Naked Man" is centuries old,
So lets keep it alive ladies, dare to be bold,
Let's encourage our men to ditch all their clothes,
So that we can enjoy the lovely naked man pose,
Standing tall, chest out and hands on his hips,
Telling you to come over without moving his lips,
You can feel that you're blushing, and your hearts beating fast,
Bravo, naked man pose, bashfullness is dead, AT LAST!!!!


                                       (c) eileen mcgreevy 2010

The sea gave off a cry tonight,
It plays home to a child,
Her father threw her out of sight,
The sea swallowed her, so wild.

Her mother pushed and screamed all day,
Until the sun shone twice,
The blood would flow without delay,
Her grip was like a vice.

While pain would ebb and flow for her,
She knew her life was slipping,
But he refused to let her go,
The fear was ever gripping.

When finally the child was born,
And mother gave a sigh,
The father cleaned as best he could,
The mother closed her eyes.

A wail crawled from the fathers throat,
A pain beyond compare,
He'd lost his only love that night,
To love this child, he could not bare.

He struggled down the beach, that night,
With baby wrapped in cloth,
He swore up to the lord with spite,
And stepped in to the sea- like froth.

The sea crys out in pain tonight,
It's tears make waves, so wild,
A life, just barely started off,
She plays home to a child.

I sat one night, and heard a tale named"how to spot a rat",
This poor young girl spoke of how he broke her, just like that!,
As though she were a piece of dirt, a snot on a fingernail,
And unaware so much was she her love would never fail.

He'd start by saying"baby" so he'd not forget her name,
And every night at the same time, her love he would claim,
So, listening to this poor girl, i sat and wondered why,
This man i loved with all my being would always make me cry?,

I'd pine and frett over him, i love him, oh so much,
But he's neglected to tell me of his secret, and i'm crushed,
He has toyed with me, i've been his puppet,now my life is void,
It took a stupid movie for me to see, now im destroyed.

Next time you set out hurting her, and seeking what you're after,
Come see my grave , and wonder, was it really worth the laughter??


(c) E I L E E N  M C  G R E E V Y 2 0 0 9............

And what if we had never met,
Would you still feel incomplete?,
Would i be wandering aimlessly,
Admitting love,s defeat?.

And where would we be now my love,
If we had settled for,
The second best that life can give,
And be empty ever more?.

But where will be be soon my dear,
When fate decides to bring,
Our sorrowful hearts together,
In exchange for two gold rings?.

I know where i will be, soulmate,
At night when love is scarce,
I'll be right here, as always,
Writing my love for you, in verse.

Two people once residied in a flat in London city,
A man who had a drug addiction, things did not seem pretty,
His *****, at eighteen, barely grown who worked the streets at night,
She slept all day while **** guy flushed her veins with coke mixed *****.

Now, girl would wonder what life would be like if she were home,
A georgian three up, two down house, with trees and garden gnomes,
She wondered how she got here, reminiscing on times better,
A stupid fight with mum, some awful words, a goodbye letter.

So many times she tried to get away from her **** guy,
But cravings soon kicked in, so she would pierce her veiny thigh,
She saw the flyers on the walls, she knew her mother missed her,
She pleaded with the ****, through lips all swollen full of blisters.

Two people now reside inside a house so filled with sorrow,
A mother,racked with sadness for her girl who evil borrowed,
A dad who knows his brother fills his neices veins with drugs,
The money that dad makes from her will never make him snug.

A flat lies empty, desolate, void of two more souls,
A child lies dead from overdose,
Her uncle full of needle holes...

Welcome to the world, my child,
I see the awe in you,
I've waited for yoy such a while,
And isaw this labour through,
I curse dthe man who put you here, because i felt such pain,
But when your tiny self appeared, i forgave my love again,
I wish you everything you want, and more,
But even so,
Some things in life take preference, so i will teach you to let go,
When stumbling around in cotton socks, you stretch your arms for me,
I swear to you my darling, i will hold you gracefully,
And when your tooth pops out,
I'll bring forth money from the faerae,
But, mark my words little one,
I will stop parties from being lairy,
You're welcome home to rest,
When college fries your genius brain,
And what's her name has dumped you for the nerd just down the lane,
I'm always here at midnight, when you think youre having doubts,
I'll sit you down with milk and cookies,
We will work it out,
Your missed car payments come, and i will pay them,
Not a word,
I worry night and day my love,
Yet not a word you've heard,
But one day when you've wed, and made a baby of your own,
Please know that i'm your mother,
I love you,
And this will always be, your, home.

Of all the ****** that i like,
The best would be of lace and white,
But then again, there's so so much,
There's even knickers with no crotch!?,

Those little bras for beginner *****,
Or leather gear, for naughty moods,
And not forgetting Bridget Jones,
Come on girls, we've all got those ones.

Those yummy corsets **** us in,
We'll shake our hips and bear a grin,
To tantalise and tease men so,
Our ***** with tassels on, so guys can, ahem, grow.

Those fishnet stockings cost a bomb,
But ladies, that's why we put them on,
We feel so ****, and so do they,
So that's why we get them to pay.

Silk and satin, black or red,
Or going commando instead,
What then girls, do we love these things for,
Because they'll only be scattered on our bedroom floor?...

I know myself, and i know i'm nice,
So why would you act as cold as ice?,
You're horrid to me, and it hurts me so bad,
And i thought you were a funny, likeable lad.

But my skin is thick, and i have many friends,
Who will step up to the plate, and see me to the end,
So bring it, this unprovoked attack at my expense,
I'm blameless, nice, and will never sit on the fence.

If you wanted to blame me, why didn't you just say?,
Instead of attacking me, and then running away?,
It seems like you target who you feel like, at that time,
So please, leave me and mine, to do what we love, to just rhyme.....



This is my attempt at speaking my mind, as everyone keeps saying, we are welcome to do so. But when i do,, i get attacked,albeit from afar, which frankly ****** me off!!!!!

You're born,
You try,
You fail,
So, you recover,
Try again,
Yet you fail, You're weeker,
But, recover,
Do you retry?,
I did,
I tried again,
I succeeded,
I,am, loved,
We ALL get a do over...

I know we should wait,
                   For that time to come,
                   I know patience is needed,
                   Until you come home,
                   Do you play the game?,
                   Do you want time to fly?,
                   Or am i alone,a lone player,
                   Ever dreading that "Goodbye"?.

You can hate me,
Abhore me,
Never text and ignore me,
I will never walk away.

You could double cross,
And cheat me,
Even mess around and beat me,
I will never walk away.

You have built a wall,
To shun me,
I'm as patient as i can be,
Please don't make me walk away.

In your dark moods,
I still love you,
And i thank the good lord for you,
Please dont make me walk away.

Shut me out ,
And never mind me,
Please be the man behind me?,
I'm trying not to walk away.

After all is said and done we,
Can make or break our destiny,
Let's together,
Walk away?? I Love You .............

That ******* pile of bricks will be the end of me,
Its killing me and my love,
I'd fight it, but i dont know which weapons i need,
Its not me he's thinking of,
A hammer would only cause some of the passage,
Openness and conversation do the rest,
But he clogs up at the mention of, tell me "baby",
I dont know what to do for the best,
Do i walk away and leave him to it?
Or do i fight and wait for the bricks to subside?
What if he wants me to walk away, but cant bring himself to say goodbye?



(c) eileen mcgreevy 28/12/09

A normal couple during the week,
But when the weekend comes,
They cancel all that bores them both,
And to passion they succumb,
She bathes in water full of roses,
Soaking up the essence,
While he chills out,
Afew quick drinks then unwraps his **** present,
Thet meet at home, the kitchen sink,
Their first of many meetings,
Then living room, where he comes first,
Her mouth licks up his greeting,
Theback yard table plays the host to we, hot loving passion,
Where she comes next, then to their room,
She models **** fashion,
They warp themselves around eachother,sweat just makes it better,
They probe their bodies, grinding down,
The scent makes her get wetter,
Before they know it, Monday's here,
And in comes that routine,
They kiss goodbye, head off to work, and crave next Friday,s meeting :)

Aah, the anticipation, the watching, the waiting,You keep looking, but my grandma always said,"A watched kettle never boils",The smell of it, him,My mouth waters while i see the seasoning dripping from it, him,So, i turn away, you know, in the hope it, he, will become ready,To savour, to behold,My very own Welsh Rare Bit!!!

What is a bully?,

A bully forces his opinion,

A bully, is unhappy,

A bully can't take praise very well,

A bully is to be pitied,

A bully is just, a, bully...

So, you're forced to allow them to analyse,And it came to this, before they heard your cries,The ones who love you, claim they did it for the best,But all they hold dear is opinions of the rest. So the pills increase, and the doseage grows,And soon you are not your true self,And before you can deal with it, they've ****** kicked in,And you've become this, someone, else. Your brain becomes numb, and your friends grow scarce,You cann sense it, the fence gets higher,The need to jump is buried deep inside,But you're a medicated liar. You nod, and smile, and jump through hoops,But your insides just keep screaming,You sneakily try to cut the intake,But it all feels like you are dreaming,You keep it quiet, you must tell no one,For back into you it creeps,The fence in sight, the dimming light,The blood begins to seep. Dilemma one, should you become a false interpretation?,Or should you let the real you show, but face NHS damnation?...

When you've taken the step, made the decision, brought down the knife,A step too far, the wound opens up, the extinction of life,Battles are fought, tubes are inserted, frantic running,"To hell with you all", eyes rolling back, you give up the ghost,Countless voices, no concept of time, which realm needs you most?,Then the guilt packs a punch, the tears start to fall, apolagies flow,And the promises come, and recovery starts, and they want you home,For a quieter life, you succumb to them all, and you pop the blue pills,But they're watching all day, and you feel like a goldfish, so you take to the hills,The dilemma returns, do you stay on this side? or do you jump over, and run?,If you jump you'll be free, if you stay, you'll conform, let the damage be done,So again you decide, you just need to let go, you administer cuts,And it starts one more time,you begin the next battle, hoping , this time, you've jumped.......

In old south down, where the mourn mountains sweep,
There's a bridge made of wood where the willow trolls meet,
It's on midsummers eve when the sun takes a bow,
And bids bye, and farewell to the willow tree bough.

Talk of the evenings events and the mood there about,
And the damage that was caused by those lager louts,
Father willow troll talks of the courtships that passed,
Between boy trolls and lady trolls, and whether it'll last.

The baby trolls settle as the darkness descends,
And the moon shows her face to the willow troll friends,
Merry music is made from the willow tree strings,
And the food is supplied by the south down night things.

Horrid worldly events are a lifetime away,
As the humans excist by the exposure of day,
Two worlds so close, but nature keeps separate,
Never mixing together, its chosen by fate.

Pay attention and watch now, as my tales have begun,
Of a day seeking willow troll and his son.....

Twillow and son set about getting wood,
When a figure appeared, wearing a pointed hood,
He was a huge adolescent, well twillow's only 3 feet,
So the hooded young man made a hasty retreat.

Twillow beckoned to son,"come away, our works done",
While hoode fellow shrieked at the sight , and was stunned,
Nature tried to keep separate these two breeds for a reason,
Although it was common, like the changing of seasons.

But the damage was done, but while no hurt came of it,
The willow king thought hard that night, and he flipped,
"Come Twillow and son, show me where was this sighting?",
So they went to the forest, where the hooded fellow was hiding.

Willow king lifted up his brown robe and disclosed,
A bright crystal- like rod,with a ruby red glow,
As he pointed it at  hooded fellow, he said,
"let father time scribble out, let the past hour be betrayed.

Hooded fellow then blinked, going on about his day,
And Twillow, junior in tow, and Willow king, crept away,
Once back home underneath South Downs bridge safe and sound,
Twillow learned not to venture on daylight hours ground...

I've seen them in the springtime,
You put them to such good use,
I've seen them in the summertime,
Show to me, your winter blues.

They shone like diamonds over breakfast,
That spark they'll never lose,
That April sun was shining,
I need to see those winter blues.

Return to me my love,
Forever you i choose,
Those eyes of polar ice i need,
My Chris' winter blues.



(c) eileen mcgreevy 29 nov 2009

I, love you

The date, time and weather didn't matter,
The amount of letters delivered that morning was a blip,
One minute it was just me,
Then, it was me and you.
POW! Just like that,
And all of a sudden, it felt like i'd never lived,
I mean, not really lived,
Until you crept into my heart,
And kick started it.
How the hell was i survivng before?,
Existing, that's it, just,
Breathing in and out,
Being carried along with all the others,
Monotonous, Pidgeon-like, lemings.......

When people say "You've made yer bed, so lie in it",
Well, i like my bed,
And i like the way i've made it.
So i'm gonna lie in it, on it, and with it,
Ok, it may have taken a few times to make it properly,
God knows,
I've laid in some messy beds in my time,
Haven't we all like?,
But this bed?,
And the prospect of lying in it?
Forever?,
Gives me goosebumps,
So, i guess i'd better pull the covers over me then!!!!