"divil" poems
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened.
And his wife used to cry, 'If the darlin' should die
Saint Peter would not recognise him.'
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,
Who agreed straightaway to baptise him.
Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin',
And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white,
'What the divil and all is this christenin'?'
He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts,
And it seemed to his small understanding,
If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,
It must mean something very like branding.
So away with a rush he set off for the bush,
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened —
''Tis outrageous,' says he, 'to brand youngsters like me,
I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!'
Like a young native dog he ran into a log,
And his father with language uncivil,
Never heeding the 'praste' cried aloud in his haste,
'Come out and be christened, you divil!'
But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,
And his parents in vain might reprove him,
Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)
'I've a notion,' says he, 'that'll move him.'
'Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;
Poke him aisy — don't hurt him or maim him,
'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand,
As he rushes out this end I'll name him.
'Here he comes, and for shame! ye've forgotten the name —
Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?'
Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout —
'Take your chance, anyhow, wid 'Maginnis'!'
As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,
The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head
That was labelled 'MAGINNIS'S WHISKY'!
And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke,
How he came to be christened 'Maginnis'!
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From my chin a hair is sprouting
My cracks need a bit of grouting
I’m often seen plastered
This ladylike thing I haven’t quite mastered
But I’m good for a bit of craic
Of laughter there is no lack
I’ve been told I’m incorrigible
But I think I’m loveable
I’m always going to be a rogue
Peoples Achilles heel I have to poke
Sensitive souls mightn’t like my humour
But that might be a nasty rumour
Then again I’m a bit of a divil-may-care
So if you don’t like it stay outta my hair
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
From my chin a hair is sprouting
My cracks need a bit of grouting
I’m often seen plastered
This ladylike thing I haven’t quite mastered
But I’m good for a bit of craic
Of laughter there is no lack
I’ve been told I’m incorrigible
But I think I’m loveable
I’m always going to be a rogue
Peoples Achilles heel I have to poke
Sensitive souls mightn’t like my humour
But that might be a nasty rumour
Then again I’m a bit of a divil-may-care
So if you don’t like it stay outta my hair
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Sun has rises and the
Day is already started
But somehow heart
Felt very pain.
Cause I can see faces,
Faces of people
Which hides the feelings
And its thousand
Words.
Every one have their
Own thought,
But I see some
Unspoken words spreading
All around me..
Every loveliest faces
Is not so innocent
And every angel
Deep inside hides the
Divil.
Even being with some
Man of earth
Its just less worth.
And now I can
See some faces of
Unspoken words
Within me still.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
i know you
i don't know all of you
but i'm there
i'm not the only person in the world who cares
i feel
jesus came to earth
for a moment
just to tell you what you're doing
because the divil was nipping at your heels
because your whole life
you never knew how sanity feels
you keep saying you don't hate yourself
but you know you're suicidal
you can't break down
because you're an idol
you've never been a kid
because you had to take care of them
but it was too much
and all that work
builds up within
you are a fallen angle
and you hit a few clouds on the way down
and you beat yourself out of heaven
so you cut yourself
a frown
because outside
your an insperation
but inside
you feel worthless
but please
stop apologizing
because nobody is perfect
so you need to practice what you preach
pray about your defeat
remember jesus was weakened
so we don't have to be weak
so yes
my friend goes through a lot
and she is silenced by her walk
of shame
looking all happy outside
but she thinks she's the one to blame
but this earth would not be the same
without her wrongs
and rights
so please
don't do God's job
and take your own life
because i love you
my life would be there with you in your grave
i wouldn't be at your funeral
i'd be thinking for our glory days
such as
justin does
stoner face
i like your bike
can i ride you?
i'd remember all these things
and everyday
i would remind you
to to go on a million google docs
all saying i love you
but then start crying
when i realized i didn't love you enough
i didn't talk to you enough
i wasn't there enough
when you were thinking of suicide
i was asleep
and now i'll never sleep again
knowing
somewhere
your lonly enough
to think the thoughts withen
i will cry
my friend
but never say goodbye my friend
i will write
"justin does"
until you reply my friend
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC