Beatrice of New Delhi in New York
Canto of Lend
Psyche's Decanter
Forgotten Muses
Durga
Glimpse
Faltered Catchings
As fate was renewed
In spoiling of ink and songs
The clawfootings nest, awakes
Spirited joy
Gambling and dancing
Mischievous nuscance's
Joy filled pander
A French ladies girlhood
Jestering with courtship
And thievery
Her handed change
Spills of galaxy
Abandon of Greece
Partner of romance
Wonderous mortal boys torment
Goddess of folly and treasure tears
Fall at once
Capture my Irish play
Off with your heathen again
Grab the thatches and begone
Hangle and Lie
The devout of tomorrow
Belie your desire
Blankets of spite await in my idioms
As we are water without
As we are water without a place
Hours of enlightened
Enlightened?
"Yes, boy, go on"
Wells of timber and anul
Find mercy vast
Yet our sorrow is pillfered
Our galaxy poorly felt
Tinsel is bedridden
The screens crackle, distant!
"Yes, cupid, again"
Psyche and leopard
Confounded assumptions
The stage is drought
Further in beyond lighting
Able returned, call of your true naming
"Destitute rest he begins applause"
Lyrics in quivered harm
Yes mantle I understand now
Madame he finds no worth in your crestfallen humor
"Only as your song, Irish boy"
"I will decide you later”
Unsay
The island lied and friendship won't last
Spiteful romance, hateful lips
In his friendship I found a brother
In her eyes I found torment
Italia would dance as me
Winde in wind
Faltering rains
Catch of shoulders
Eyed unlasting
And his songs begun in hair
Sundered tulips
Well unopened
Has he left you closed
Finally?
You know their truth
Is never from you
Reliefs
Reliefs under water
Under the shiner brilliant
Goal
The day falls unlent
The impedance of progress
Unable to handle the plummet
The fail the folly
Reason wills not from a far off
For a door will not answer a shined summit nor a petty prince
In deeds of sacred loves lost in time
The path in ash reddened twine
Lurks, spinning divinity's can
Divinity can beckon me
She lowers her mind
In meditative embrace
Her taught, turgid leaf
Lingers in meadows soft
Aisled sands become wilted papers sorrows and every rotted sunrise
Requires another signing of poetry
Eyes just won't see the day for hours of darkness have her bedridden in a French prison
Castled walls limber
As breaking guillotine falters
Limbing the courtyards again
Ignorance of nose
Spittles of france
The whispers hopeful
Rusted eyes
Calamity and silence
Dread of scandal
Speaker in blasphemous gore
Tincture and Elixir,!!
At cacophonies exile
We married jest
Stilled in adjacent alcoves
Neither gauge filled
Hours falling limp
The stained glasses potions, hurled
Forgotten absence
News of aphrodite has gone
On missing knee?
Cleric of nomads
Handle of Zeus
Laddle in compromise
Will you carry and spring?
Joyful blooms you hide
Sharing tempers brides
Beaten and sacrificed harp of greeds vanity you've no lies left
As in the final spill
Listing shimmer
And collapse of benign
Goddesses kindred
Crinkling gasps
As holds on clothes, wavering
Spins fetching castle
Murky laddles warmth
Lilts of gentle gripe
Skinned after birth
The olive bleached
Candled in doubtful ointments
Unlived yearning at hands
Crisis in voided times
Mutes bound lips opining lids
Founder of Eden
Sir! Madame!
The children weary in filth?
As babes unopened?
Clocks for sorrow yes!
At once my liege's!!!!
Tomorrow
Edgewise you sorrow again tomorrow
Some wild days winde
Poorly felt planets of magic
Are your sadnesses so full?
Will you spell in quite ruin?
Pointing slides and valleys
Shell next in door
Crescent sinuettes
Nimbles kind at end
Lingering eyes as fogs
Peasant boys resting tug
Urmi
In ino parcini village Irish poetry once walked away
Your mourn, mourning and lend is far in the ashes of your desires war
The Italian girl
Spelling songs in letters
Letters four and three
Setting ashore
At her feet, edens steep
Treasure of niles leap
And neigh is her harps wools
Differ of mounds
Flutter of held
A last war with eyes
Is saying in she tongues veils?
Irish boy? Are you ill?
You will stay and I will begin
As taken creation
Your bend of nectars
Spent embering scorns
Balded roots reaping gnash
There, child only as affectations instance
Veins under stars holding disdain
Cherried shame baskets
Use of ash low
Tempered disgrace
Even your footing
I as the paper am not fair
Vexing courtships
Insolent marriage of lips
Questions suffering
I am not infinite canvas
Only daring inks I long beside
Stencil won't last in life
She asks, only her whispered depths
How will it end Irish poet?
Irish inklings are to know
Water is opening your mind
My home at seas in ruined fogs
Catch of quill, melting sod
Trimurti
Low in the Brahma
Distrusting vase's gathered
In neither path was their Vishnu open
Illness of day, weeping guardians hanging, lies wagering the dowry.
Oldened oaks hiding hazelnut groves
Sought sadness wild dews
Pompeii hadn't wished sand painting
Paciniana's ballroom went without
Tender sprigs yawned below Kilkenny's pens
Swallowed bones parlour dealt in feathers guiding forward
Sharing wells as Scottish bogs mold our vanities in bonfires
Miss Eva Green