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 7d Bardo
Zee
They'll call her ruin.
They'll call her shame.

They'll never call her,
by her name.

Once the deed is done.
Her world it shakes.

As all her secrets.
Are laid out bare.

There is no hiding.
This ruined girl.

They'd call her pretty.
They'd call her smart.
They'd call her art.

Till she fell in love
Then fell apart.

The man he ran.
Like most men do.

Escaping the wreckage.
Of his youth.

The ruined girl,
was left alone.

Becoming a cautionary tale.
Of women's woes.

Whispering through history.
"Be careful with whom you love."
We got married,
She was messy,
Unable to cook,
Undisciplined,
Sauntered around the house in nighties,
Never did laundry.
With patience and lots of love I groomed her,
She became a better person,
O
N
L
Y
For another man.
20/12/2024
sometimes life is hard good days and the bad
some can make you happy some can make you sad
will it be  a happy day or full, of misery
what life as in store we just never see

there  is know way of knowing what the day will do
or what is round the corner waiting there for you
take as it it comes what ever comes along
face what ever waits stand up and be strong
Is your master,
You are its slave,
It knows how to manipulate you.
10/12/2024
On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.
I skipped the light fandango,
as I walked across the night  
turning cartwheels
upon a sky lit floor.  

I was feeling kind of sea sick,
as the stars cried out with roar
the ceiling flew away  
while I soared, a little more   (pause)
And so it was,
                  as I raved against the embers,  
                  and the dying of the light,
I turned a whiter,                 shade of pale;

*

While I wandered through His garden
I could not help but let it be
and as the killer told his tale,
I watched the water, turn to light;
  
Just his 16th vessel ******,
I was filled with cold and dread
but the truth was plain to see
as I wandered through God's garden,
I'd had been mistaken, sadly left
                 for dead.
  
Although my eyes were open
they might as well be closed
as I skipped the light fandango
He turned the water, into shades  
                 of pale
  

He turned the water, into Light  

and so it was ...
sing a song for christmas sing it loud and clear
let the church bells ring so everyone can hear
wrap up all the presents for friends and family
switch on all the lights  on the christmas tree

time for happiness build snowmen in the snow
christmas time is here time for hearts to glow
sing a christmas song sing it loud and  clear
sing it to the world christmas time is here

time for peace on earth for the whole world through
time for happiness for every me and you
sing a christmas song that all the world can hear
in perfect harmony sing it loud and clear
CRAZY LONELINESS HIJACKS MEMORY OF A BEAUTIFUL GIRL. . .

Last night
I missed you so much

that I made love
to your nightdress

passionately

now your nightdress
hides from me

slinks under covers
and pillows

avoids my eyes.

I can't take
another night

without you.

Your nightie
can't take another night

with me.

I am holding
your dresses

hostage
threatening them with

kisses...caresses

if they make one
false move.

The rest of your clothes
tremble in the wardrobe

...come back to me.
***

Ahhh back in the day when poetry was the new rock'n'roll and we sold poetry in broadsheets from pub to pub and all piled into an auld van and headed down the highway to the southern counties and turn up at a local radio station and proclaim ourselves in poetry so that that night people would be enticed into readings at arts centres and the like...those be de days. A mechanic who" didn't give a toss about poetry" and underneath a car tinkering with its thingymabob heard me reading my "nightdress poem" on the radio and came along to hear me read it...he was very put out when I didn't and then I had to read it then and there on the pavement and he went away satisfied.

One of my best performances and one of my best audiences.

Ah I was only a young guy( relatively )then and had just become Ireland's First Poet in Residence in a Secondary School in Ireland in a school called St. Killian's in Bray.

This must be '84 or'85 as in '86 I took the boat to Land of the Angles and ensconced me self there for the better or the worst of it.
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