#repeal
Humans engrossed in making missiles,
Signing deals for showing skills
Forgot masks while designing wheels.
And now its real, without ventilators
Reveals all the feel
And Make us repeal,
It isn’t the first time, of ordeal
and yet we don’t appeal
for the freel.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
Spring-fresh portent
Drowning broods
Eight droplets
Valued over an ocean
Sky, painting humour
Bristles shed resemble
Trembling shade
Mirrors facing one another
A lot of rain
Just as well
We don’t control the waters
surrounding our borders
Or the ones inside us when
They break
and spill forth
in regret
But at least we have Kodaline.
The thirsty fall
The swelling fret
They can mean worlds
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
This poem is now a song on https://soundcloud.com/musicalroutes
Soft day in general
some went off to pray at the cathedral
In our way we gave thanks
Sunset end of day temple riverbank.
Your eyes shone full of life
Living the dream in the west
where you believed that you had a choice
Remembering
Savita
Oh
gentle vibes forever flowing wild.
So how many more must Ireland lose?
How many more before stopping the abuse?
Don’t follow blindly crazy preachers
Healthcare basic feature.
Remembering Savita
Oh gentle vibes
Forever flowing wild.
Lack of true compassion must be a virus
Cults and politicians just desire us
But today the cure is here
Light will replace
Light will replace the fear
For every woman
Future generations.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
**May the roof above us never fall in?
and may we friends gathered below never fall out.
May the good saints protect us
And bless us today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way: quote from an Irish blessing**
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When the living pretend to don’t care
About Obamacare, or this new healthcare
in this year of two thousand and seventeen
His legacy is Washington new vanishing act
They daunting faces, as they smirked in triumph
The poor man burden, once again is left out in the dark
Washington DC is becoming the number one soap opera
An uncaring state of mind for the men in black
Who hold the magic key, who hired the pied piper?
Will pay the price: the cry that will get us the most
is the cry of the children, in the final hours?
The wine bottle glugging sound effect as they praise
Cork popping, family bawling, and once again
We march for justice, when the living pretend to don’t care
Delay and Repeal:
I have not the power to stop them in the tracks,
All I can do is to write lousy poetry
reconsidered this bill: You have won
Now think of last man in the race:
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
Little hands, fingernails, unblinking eyes,
No songs of sleep and peace.
A muffled voice, a deepened frown,
They watched your heartbeat as it drowned.
Two birds one stone
Two lives gone
"A Catholic country," she claimed.
But what's that worth
When thousands flee
And never return the same?
Eight hundred buried without care,
Four thousand more rotting away,
No homes to go to,
Not a Christian prayer,
For the unborn, they are saved.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC