"chroi" poems
An English Sonnet to Mo Chroi
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. My dearest guide through life.
You keep this fool alive, safe and sound.
I regret, Mo Chroi, I have lived amongst such strife.
And to you my friend, it seems peace I have not found.
Your voice I do evoke, for I am lost.
I have strayed off the path and into the dark, cold night.
Wisdom and Intuition, both thrown aside and I have paid the highest cost.
Everything I do now, Mo Chroi, is now a futile fight.
Please come back to me, Mo Chroi, I feel like such a stranger.
Would you even recognize me now? It's been days, years.
Loneliness, it would seem, has let in danger.
As time goes by without you, Mo Chroi, I have no company but tears.
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. Happiness you're now bound.
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi, my old friend re-found.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
THE MIND MAKER UPPER
The lift opened
on the 13th floor.
Which was....unusual
as there was
- no 13th floor.
I stepped out onto
nothing.
Stood there like Wily Coyote
in a Road Runner cartoon.
"This is a bit Narnia-ish..!"
I remember thinking to myself.
But when I cease to be
mystified and stopped
demanding explanations
I discovered to my horror
'Skegness-in-Winter'
congealing all about me.
"So..." smirked 'Skegness-in-Winter'
"I see we meet again!"
as if this was a surreal 'This is your Life'
yet at the same time so real.
I decided to go with the flow
whatever the moment threw up.
"Yeah, Time..." I said gnomically
"...is a funny thing."
We chit-chatted for an hour or so
about how we both thought the other dead.
How things were back then and
despite our out of season existence
there was always
the kisses.
Now that 'Skegness-in-Winter'
had succeeded in seducing me
it all came flooding back
"Ahhh those Skegness kisses!"
"They still..." I had to admit it
warm the cockles of this
Irish heart
och mo chroi!"
A little old lady appeared
from nowhere with a large handbag
poking me with
her broken brolly.
"Up or down...up or down!"
she kept squawking.
"Up or down....make up
your mind!"
But I was still lost
in those out of season
Skegness
kisses.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
I hope you won't find my devotion twee
thou art my one eternal love, always
I penned this verse to sweet serenade thee
Occupy my thoughts, my nights and my days
Your voice a melodious harmony
Cherish your mysterious ways, amaze
In the shelter of your caress, I'm me
I happily drown in your ardent gaze
Ah, no comparison to thee, mo chroi
Thou have conquered me with beautiful grace
I have happily pledged to wed thee
Oh, years to enjoy that treasured face
though there maybe a trouble or two,dear
We'll handle together year after year
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC