"aine" poems
Aine sits in our big chair,
Her legs stretched out,
Her feet are bare;
I'm counting ten wee toes for her,
Toes I love so dear.
They lead her from the crib to stairs,
Though never far from loving care;
Those ten wee toes we love so dear,
Will take her far,
Will lead her there.
They'll get ***** in the garden
While laughing in the rain;
They'll be her fins
When she swims,
They'll wiggle
When she sings.
They'll tap out eighths and quarters
When she plays her songs;
She'll slip them into runners
For a race to last life-long.
They'll get cold on the rink
When she plays our game;
We'll rub those toes quite vigorously
To warm the ice-cold sting.
They'll fit right into heels and pumps
When she plays her game;
But for me those liddle toes of hers
Will always be the same.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Soyi soyi si hai zindagi
Koyi bewaqt awaaz na de
Kismat meri ruthi si hai
Magar ankh khul jati hai
Tere ek ehesaas se...
***
Life is almost at a sleep stage
No one even gives a call
My fate is upset, yet willing
As my eyes opens
From the unusual feeling
***
Saaye se bhi, waja puch le
Ki darpar dastak kiyu nahi karti
Zalim dil soh nahi pata
Raato ki beraham tanhayiyan
Har waqt tujhe pukarti...
***
Ask the shadow the reasons
Why it doesn't show up these days
This wrenched heart, cannot sleep
In the loneliness of night
Calls for you, then starts to weep
***
Farista ban gaye ** ya fakir
Likhte hi nahi ** mere naseeb
Ek tutta tara, aine mei dekha
Khoobsurat sa chahera
Har baar rutha...
***
Have you become an angel or a saint
You no longer write my fate
A shooting star, on the mirror sighted
A beautiful face
Saddened yet delighted...
***
©sim
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
It was so hot yesterday
My armhair sweat,
My eyes were looking
Through a plastic bag,
My teeth were saturated.
I found the wind
Beneath the Bluewater Bridges
At the headwaters of the St. Clair.
Here I can relax my skin,
Watch the gulls maneuver,
Like your kite, Aine,
Against and with the blusters,
Gaining dive speed to vault the trestles.
The sun is burning my bones,
My blood rushes at four knots
With Huron's mouth.
I straddle the Shadow
To follow the birds,
Thinking of winter
I release a high-pitched laughing scream
That's carried back to the bridges
With my flapping shirt tails
Providing drag.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
I love the number three
In all its numerology.
The universe,
Yes, every atom
Builds paragons,
With protons and
ons and ons...
Three illustrates our progression
As the sum of all before.
Our music finds accord
When three notes
Blend to chord.
Love and all we deem
Of worth,
Is here,
Third planet,
Earth,
Where life gives birth
To you and I and us,
Dependant on
Animal, ore and vegetation
To ensure regeneration.
We grew, grow and nurture
In past, present and future.
Our words, thoughts and deeds
Are civilization's seeds
For a wholesome, safe and peaceful life
With Faith, Hope and Charity.
My favourite three priorities:
Andrea, Maggie and Kathleen.
Now,
With the birth of Aine,
I'm in love with four.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
...I am Kevin's needy self.. scratching the walls.
Holed up in my Key West hotel room and the walls are closing in,
pacing the walls of my mind.
Drinking my naked self into a coma, ****** in and out all weekend,
papers and empty bottles littering the floor and tables.
All to die like the best and go out like a pro,
gone mad, gone crazy in paradise.
Lying in my ***** visions of you walking on my vacant mind,
myself in question and my soul on exit.
I love you and baby you will find me in my glory,
tequila is a fine way to flame out.
In my blind drunkenness, I see my Grandfather before me in his Police Uniform drinking on 85th and Carnegie, hiding his sin in 1925. His will to choose overcoming any logic. His desire to lie about his age to fight the Germans when he was 16. Seeing too much death in France to ever talk about and fading out while I view him saying a gentle goodbye when we both knew it was the last time I would see him alive.
I come to laying on the floor in my ***** The warm air flowing in from the open front door. I am sticking to the ***** carpet and the smell is making me dry heave. I have lived a life, but I know I need to find Aine. She is my blood and I will die or **** myself slowly if we are not united soon. Its an act of desperation, too many ***** and ****** to fill the void. Never fulfilled and always needing more. I can’t lie to myself any longer. The lie burns into my eyes and soul, not to be ignored. She is there, we breathe in the same world. Her smalls hands and beautiful eyes always around the corner.
I’ll recover from this moment like I always do, but one of these times I won’t get up. I’ll die like a pro, in my crazy. I am desperate for the air , to breathe her into me. Breathing in life, my sweet Aine.
KT Mar 27,2014
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
When she speaks of me
They will think Granda
Is an old man, who wears
Corduroy pants
And a cloth Paddy cap.
They will also think
I wear wire-rimmed specs
And slippers.
That I have a loving heart.
I do.
I'm so pleased Aine
Speaks of me.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
My name's Aine,
I'm just two,
I'm not nearly old as you.
I can't even tie my shoe.
But today,
All by myself
(OK, I had a little help),
But I sat on my *****
Just the same,
And peed and pooped
Like it's a game.
Tomorrow, I think,
I'll do it again,
In my velcro shoes.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
Drove to London in a downpour.
My daughter's family lives there.
I had a picnic in the bathroom,
With Aine pouring tea.
She held out a sponge plate,
Offering watermelon soap,
And facecloth chicken salad sandwiches.
Though long lost,
I dialed in her perspective;
Her bubbles never burst.
I'll recall that wet picnic,
On sunny summer days,
As a favored meal.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES
OISIN’S LAMENT
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL
IF FAREWELL IS ALL THAT REMAINS TO BE SAID
THE FINAL SONG OF OUR LOVES DAY
1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY
ALONE ADRIFT IN TIMES ETERNAL TIDE
ALONE, SO ALONE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL
WHEN IN EVERY CANDLES FLAME I LIGHT
I SEE YOUR LAUGHING EYES YET SHINE BRIGHT
1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY
WHEN IN EVERY TWINKLING STAR I SEE
YOUR MISCHEIFS SMILE SPARKLING AMID THE COSMIC SEA
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL
FOR WITH EVERY SINGLE BREATH I TAKE
YOUR SCENT FILLS MY CHEST WITH FRESH HEARTACHE
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL. .
I CANNOT BEAR . . .
SIDHE NO BAS
(SPIRIT NO DIE, WAR CRY OF THE CELTSIDHE)
SOUL ******
ALL DESIRE FLED
FROM HATE
I CUCHULAINN, MURDERER
THRICE CURSED HOUND
I SOAKED THE SOIL OF ERIN
WITH MY GREIF
I CUCHULAINN, ONCE SETENTA
PROUD WEARER OF LAURELS
FIANNA OF THE RED BRANCH
WARRIORS OF EIRIU IMMORTAL
I CUCHULAINN, ONCE GEATHA-I-MUIR
MAKER OF PEACE, HEALER OF ALL WOUNDS
COMPASSIONS SHEILD AND SWORD
AMERGHAIN-GLENNA-GLUN
I CUCHULAINN, THE THRICE ACCURSED
SON OF THE FATHER
WHO SACRIFICED HIS SON CAANAICELT
WHO SACRIFICED HIS DAUGHTER, AINE
I SLEW MY BROTHER, FERGUS-MAC-ALBA
I CUCHULAINN, THE BROTHER-KILLER
BROTHER OF THE SWORD, OF MY BLOOD
LITTLE PAIRSIDHE, TO MY HECTOR ONCE
I CUCHULAINN, THE LOST
MINION TO THE BEASTS LUST
WHO COULD NOT DIE
WHO SO WANTED TO DIE
I CUCHULAINN, OF THE ****** HAND NO MORE
FERGUS MY BROTHER FORGIVE ME
MY BEAUTIFULL BROTHER
I THANK YOU, SAORSIDHE
SAORSIDHE. . SAORSIDHE. .SAORSIDHE
(SAORSIDHE – LIT. FREE SPIRIT)
MEMORIES CANDLE
I GO
BE A MAN TODAY
THE ENEMY COME
FATHER
BROTHERS COUSINS ALL
CLANN, CHILDREN OF EIRIU
I GO
BE A SHEILD THIS NIGHT
FOR WANS WEE
FALLEN! SO MANY. .
HOLD! HOLD!
FOR LOVE OF EIRIU
HOLD! HOLD!
AIEEEE! WANS WEE
SIDHE NO BAS!
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
IF you are going to love me you can't go half way...
you need to cross the line
and go all the way....
I mean you need to commit all the way
hold me down hard
til my skin hurts
no sleep up all night
can't think of anything else
engulfing love
IF you just love me half way...
I'll go to sleep and float away
going out for milk and never coming back
I will forget about you and all the potential
in my head and in my arms
my memory wondering
I'll forget about you
you and me and what was
in my mind
KT Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
My grandaughter's great grandmother
On her paternal side,
Died.
Aine's grandmother's name
Is Rose,
The daughter of
Mae
They meet again
Some day.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Aine was wading in the water,
I was scheming with my daughter
In the shade of the Norwegian Maple.
As we spoke her appearance changed,
She was aging, fulfilling dreams
Both of us shared between.
She appeared in a shapely one-piece,
Her hair still short, her eyes still green.
This was Aine at thirteen,
On the swim team.
Then she grew six years more,
Wearing a graduation gown,
Her hair was long, her height full grown,
Her green eyes fixed on her horizons.
Aine wasn't long for home.
Soon she joined us in the shade,
We three schemed as her children bathed
Under the showers of the water splash.
I shook my head to bring Aine's back
Wading in the water.
It's okay to plot and scheme,
And fancy what she could be,
But for now, let them be,
Wading in the water.
I would love to roll back time
To watch my daughter,
As I once did,
Play in water.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Her party conflicted me.
I worry if her expectations were met
After the last gift's been unwrapped,
And she's wearing her Princess elbow-length gloves,
Her Audrey Hepburn sunglasses and chic ball cap.
I took a picture of her sitting on her new bike,
And on the table you can see the remains of birthday cake,
Cards, some ribbon and paper, crumbled past the folding creases.
It's over now, and there she sits, feet on pedals,
A serious look on such an innocent face.
You might think I think she's greedy or demanding,
But I don't. She's not, she's a child,
Expecting great things on a special day,
Her day, which comes everyday,
Until she won't remember this day,
The way I will.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Who read this book
Before me;
Read it so
Relentlessly:
Read it
Like you'll read
To me?
Who carved letters
In this tree;
Neatly carved for
Me to read;
Will you carve mine
As deep as these?
Who walked these streets
Ahead of me;
Held a hand
As you hold me;
Saw deep puddles
And carried me?
Who loves me more
Than you love me;
Gives their love
So generously;
Hugs me like
Bark hugs a tree?
We read that book
To you nightly;
Walked these streets
For your safety;
Held you close,
Yet let you be.
We know you know
From your start,
Aine's carved
In our hearts,
Carried there
When we're apart,
So every pulse
Through every vein,
Gives us breath
To do again.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
In this box are Aine's rings,
Silver chains and secret things;
When she lifts the lid,
Set in the mirror,
Shines the most precious jewel,
And Granda's treasure.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
Happen upon
The special one,
Like you've known
Her all your life.
Take Aine,
My grandaughter,
Like I've known
Her all her life.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
Luna my love, are you there?
has the world been cruel or am i insane?
have you been listening to the weeps and wails of lost souls?
for when morning comes, Aine arrives and i may not be here anymore
will you miss me if that happens?
or will you be the same as always and to not care?
on sunday evenings, i see your reflection on the lakes of the meadows, Luna
how we used to talk restlessly about insignificant little frogs up our throat
given the idea that i may die within the forest
with vines as my noose
as you watch me dangling from the tree i used to swing on
maybe these are all wishful thinking
just know that you are everything
Luna my love
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC