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Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Lectures by the river side
My my, my poor unfocused mind
Lost in the summer sun
Why, why do you run

Falling falling
Dynamic falling but into what and where

Too big to small
It’s locked
Flood the door

Weather the storm
3 seagulls
And ones extinct
Yelping from the ocean floor

Nautical and aviated creatures
Spinning, singing
Joining the jig
Go by the prophecy

Getting drowned
Getting dry
The rodent
Is out of time
The twins

honking paradox
stories missing their plots
lungs give out
as you give in

how do you do
that’s manners
pudding, pudding
who’s got the pudding?

tales of greed and trade
tales of gluttony and shame
fabrications of a hard days work
cabbages and kings

take a walk
we’ll share a talk
follow follow
into the dark

a loaf of bread
to bide his time
while I devour
you are mine
weep for you
oh I could sing
broken promises
of cabbages and kings

oh Mary Ann
she isn’t home
but she would be
but she can't

the gloves are lost
as she grows large
cant believe shes back again

the lizard
slithers down the chimney
shrieks in fear of her size

smoke the monster out
toast the *******
spark the fuse
so misunderstood

back to small
it still comes
the flower bed
over run

roses daises daffodils
an astonishing scheme of bright colors

tulips joining the 4 part harmony
in the golden afternoon
music to my ears
growing dying seconds and years

morning glories and butterflies
taking up my time
but I don’t mind
ill sit and smile

no pedals
no stem
no seeds
I’m a common ****

sit and relax
vowels and syntax
Smokey interrogation
caterpillars transformation

I see what grace meant
Looking back on it again

I’m three inches high
Now goodbye

One bight can only take you so far
The consumption
Of a mushroom
And its spores

Now that’s right
But what is left
No where to go
But some where to get…to

Striped and smiling feline
Seems like he’s hiding something
Knows something
I don’t

Points me in all directions
For no way is bad
But every which way
Is surely mad

364 days that aren’t mine
But I"ll cherish them like they are
But why
Because I can

A loon, a hare and a rat
Teapots and party hats

Blowing the candles out
Making your wish come true
Feed your head it’s the thing to do

I never got to sip my tea
What a pity
Speak in riddles
Tease in rhymes

A few tears here
A realization there
Do I ignore
Or continue to care
The roses are faux
So that she wont know
Oh the color red
Spilled blood of the dead

A place where they hail a crown
A place where heads roll around
A nonsensical monarchy
In a vast world of anarchy

Of with my head
Put me on trial
So ill be dead
In awhile, good

Wake up
Wake up
Nothing but a dream
Yes yes but what could it mean

Day dream of silliness
A place where somethings amiss
I dare not go back again
Gaze through the looking glass
To see the wonderland
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2019
Kerry Rain

Now I know from whence the
excess water comes from, when
our river floods Willie’s house.

The catchment area between the
mountains, back here in Kerry,
is an Atlantic funnel.

Ventry winds, West laden, with
an aviated tide, make land fall
just below, in the aqua plain.

From here, it heads for the Cork-ed
plughole, where its route is marked
by bridges along the way to Mallow.


Finn.

8 March 2019
House sitting in
Co Kerry.
(Visited Ventry yesterday)
Gidgette Mar 2017
I don't know the realisation
of a vacation
of motivations

My own

Truth is rude
reality crude
Beauty eludes

This zone

So aviated
Emaciated
Unimancipated

Empty

Time escapes
Protruder rapes

I can't think
Thus I drink

There is no hope
To cope
Eternal rope

A necklace

A brace
Losing race
Hard case

I

Was YOUR vacation
Emancipation
Salvation

YOUR

I was your
Door
Floor

Your

Rug
Drug
Biting bed bug

Me

I can't fight
Not right
Can't take flight

Bottle of *****
Won't win just lose
Shades of blues

I cry
Lie
Wish I'd die

Complicate
Break
Fake

Feed me
Fear
I was given words today by the side of the road. Its funny, what and whom, we pay no mind to. Maybe someday I'll post those words for you all to read. They were odd. And for me. On the way to get something for my grams. I was stopped. Odd.
BDR Apr 2014
Swords make the men yield
On a desolate field
With no vision but the night
Careful not to crawl upon those individual frights

Those that say,
To save it for a better day
Underestimate the courage
You bring with just one motive

Standing upon the crowd
Chanting ever so loud
In the name of noble men
Who thrive for the ambition again

Darting with arms full,
"They won't escape the bull!"
It aviated across grassy paths
To show all those who turn the roaring wrath

But such of a warrior you stood,
Did what no man could
And flushed the darkness into its ditch
Only showing the light of it

Of all the strength and love that posses your heart
This war was not seen from the start
Though, you gathered the men
Gracefully,
Lending your hand to the fallen friend

Wars come and go,
But this is what you shall always know:

You are the fire
Igniting a homes ablaze even higher

You are the air
Having your essence everywhere

You are the water
Flowing freely through all slaughter

You are the Earth
The honor which gives our lives all of its worth

Though elemental creations do not suffice,
The mastery of the beautiful bull within you,
From morning
To night.
I asked him if he could tell me his three favorites words. I used them all to describe him.
Patricia Drake Mar 2013
Chiroptera

They are born with hand like
Wings of membrane clad digits
they spread to fly
Aviated, navigated
For nocturnal hunts
In perfect darkness
Where others feign

They cry a pulse
Echolocating
Mates or competition
Images of prey
And images of space
The night returns their sound

They are quick
Delicate wings
Stretch to out maneuver
Enemy or prey
But membrane tissue tears easily
Sensitive skin with receptors
Like fingertips
Small tears regrow... regenerate
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2019
Now I know from whence
the excess water comes from
when our river floods at home.

The catchment area between the
mountains back here in Kerry is
an Atlantic funnel.

Winds form the West laden with
an aviated tide make land fall
just below in the aqua plain.

From there it heads for the dipped
country where the route has been
marked by bridges, to Mal-low.

— The End —