Brian McDonagh

Brian McDonagh May 2018

Red drapery
Memorializes the commotion
In an upper room,
A stirring of hearts
To better understand and communicate
The Gospel.
Yes, the Holy Spirit descended,
Goes that legend among Christian brethren.
But the Holy Spirit was already amid the biosphere,
Except fire would resonate more visibly
With Mary and the disciples.
A priest brought about in his preaching
That the church should call upon itself to move toward the Spirit
Rather than thinking a Spirit that already is believed to be omnipresent
Descend on church.
As comedian Tim Hawkins clarified for the Christian world:
What matters is not if you’re on fire for God,
But if God is on fire for you.

For those who might find religious commemorations such as this enjoyable and for anyone else. Though I get spiritually centered in this poem, also think of Pentecost as a renewed time, so imagine what a NEW Pentecost could bring...

#fire #strongspirit

Brian McDonagh May 2018

Life is a Car Ride

I never was a fan
Of buckling in a van
And sitting
To mostly go
Where I never wanted.

I never found it a thrill
Scrunching my body
In every vehicle my grandparents leased
Every time my family and I would visit.
And, isn’t it ironic
How I’m the middle child of my family
And the middle seat in the back would always be available
Especially for me?

Traveling on a road
For more than an hour
Feels like a breeze after a time.
But somehow the shorter car rides
Seem to take forever,
The basic mile perceptually elongated.
Just my luck.

Everything I have done,
Every activity my parents rode me too
Required my AIS
And patience toward whichever parent
Navigated.

I almost begin to believe
That traffic roads have a treadmill mechanism
To illusion travel and make one believe
That the wheels spin forward,
But I think they lag atop the same gravel
Much too long for my patience and time.

As I crave for a hurry in life
When time slowly fumbles,
I wonder if I would get to where I want to be faster
If I took the wheel.

I cannot say how many times I find myself in a car on a weekly basis. I'm not in a car too often during the day, but often enough to write a poem about taking a seat and riding lol.

#vvvrrrmmm #tires #travel #regardlessofdistance

Brian McDonagh May 2018

From Age to Age: Extrema Far Away

Every once in a while,
When I think of someone I admire,
Older or younger,
Even though in some way my acquaintance with them
May be valid socially still,
I wish they were my age
Because they seem to understand me
More than those I have already encountered
Who were born closer to the time I was born.
Just like how Smurfette’s lover
Wished she was human and not dwindled and blue.

I wasn't joking when I said I get ideas and I anxiously feel I must post them lol. I got probs but hope you all are cool with that lol.

#age

Brian McDonagh May 2018

A Break in the Action (NOT POETRY)

Hey it's just Brian. Again, know I should be posting just poetry, but I just want to let you who are following me and those outside who have seen my poetry know that I sincerely appreciate it!!!!! :) This is a blessing to be able to relate to writers/viewers like you all as distant as virtuality may make it seem. Just wanted to extend a bigger appreciation; I know I should thank each one of you individually instead of being lazy and sending out one message for all like most bogus automation does, but be assured I am grateful to be connected to others who have some affinity for writing and particularly poetry. And shout out to the maker of this site Emily; Emily, this site means more to a person like me than you'll ever know. This is a great site and I hope it stands as long as possible. Anyway, just me; poetry on, peoples! :D Also, I really apologize for not remaining true to my word in saying that I would read more poetry outside of mine than post more of mine; it's just that when I have ideas in mind I have an anxious tendency to want to make the idea come to life in text before I lose it, but know that I am not inconsiderate about the mass collection of poetry that extends far beyond what I have contributed (if it's a contribution at all) to this site. Maybe I shouldn't promise, but I will try my best to remember and see more of the poetry from the greater poetry community. For it's better and should be better for me to give than to give for greedy gain. Peace Carolingian-script bards! ;)

Thanks! :D

#everyonceinawhile #giveloveandbethankful

Brian McDonagh May 2018

Night-Hopping

Where can I run
To escape the reality
Of my first break-up?
Where can I hide
To dodge those
That are after directing my life?
These evil maestros
Don’t know how to let an instrument
Ring out in its own voice.
Can my hands
Cover the Medusa eyes
That hiss in circulation
Until I tell my life plans?

Sometimes I wish the night would never end,
Not so I can rest,
But I can wander without fearing the terror
Of not knowing what’s around me.
I wish I could become a virtual character,
Gaining hopping abilities,
And being able to lurk on rural ground
As I admire the brilliance
Of the light pollution
From nearby facilities.
I wish I could just flee
The amateur terror others cannot see or feel.
I’m not talking societal threats or actions,
But what I see all too often
Is what chokes my growth
And ability to move on.
The living presence of my past
Still has me in a gridlock
That I wrestle with all day
Even though my weakness defeats me every time.
Fine, here’s my privacy and dignity,
Just leave me and my nocturnal silhouette
To intimately caress each other,
Rumba, tango, freely through the darkness,
The shadows, the black light
Which guides me but trips you.

Life ***** right now. Or maybe always; it's hard to consider when I can't think straight. :/

#sometimes #igottaaskwhy

Brian McDonagh May 2018

Stitch Apart

Each one of us is as vulnerable
As a stuffed animal:
We are torn somehow,
Sew it[s] seams.

I thought of this while looking at a stuffed animal face on the ceiling of a dentist office today lol.

#repairornot