"moran" poems
Cold beer,
a long necked bottle held to my forehead
and in my throat,
to my lips,
so relief comes both ways,
glad for it,
the double of the cool,
helps the day of troubled nothingness,
and the long necked bottle makes it
worth the extra second of anticipated tasty wait
can't drink in the river park,
don't cotton to brown paper bags,
do it anyway cause the East River
tides me over on its way
thru the Verrazano Narrows,
bound for the Atlantic with me low rider spirit in tow,
a devil may care attitude en contrôle
this troubadour opened the store at 700am
but not a one came looking for a song,
but the mail came reliable,
with dues due,
promises that need keeping,
and other items,
what the grownups call responsibilities
June Monday early eve and the Moran tugboats
ply their trade like reliable ****** to the sailors,
and their larger than bathtub size toys,
turning containers, freighters, into docile boys
who do as they are told on their way to ports far
there are stick figures outlined on the hexagon
paving stones that are so nyc for me,
here pedestrian! follow your designated path
here pedestrian, you must walk to be safe arrived
but I take to the railing,
where Isaac-bound and mesmerized,
I imagine surfing the churning wakes on the surface
of the riveting tides and wonderous wanderlust for
where we are bound...
no voice heard from the heavens,
saying Abraham put down that knife,
because I have not passed the test of true belief,
perhaps the river's invitation is my test,
if I should sing another song here,
perhaps it will tale the end of this tell...
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
I live in Moshi,Tanzania,
As a child,one day I got lost,
A maasai took me to his home.
He lived at the foothills of the majestic Mt.Kilimanjaro,
His home was a kraal (hut)
made of stone,sticks and cow dung.
I cried for my parents,
So he fed me milk and blood from a cow,
He pierced a hole in the cow's neck,
He put a bamboo and told me to drink the blood,
It was warm but I vomited,
Gradually, I got used to it.
The maasai's way of life is communilism,
Hunting,gathering and raiding neighbours cattle.
Theirs is an age set system for men,
The children look after the herd,
I joined them having fun,
No school, no lessons or homework.
Then,there were the Morans,the youths,
They wore black **** cloths,
Carried a spear in one hand,
Their faces were painted with white ochre.
They protected the clan and the cattle,
From predators and other tribes.
They lived in a circle of huts called manyatta.
After being circumcised the Morans were taught the art of warfare
The bravest warrior got to wear the feathers of an ostrich.
The senior morans could marry and settle down,
The Moran who jumped the highest got the best girl.
The Laigewenanis trained the morans to be warriors,
My maasai was a laigwenani,
Like all maasais, he was tall and lean,
He wore a bright red shuka cloth with black stripes,
A red tartan blanket was slung on his shoulder,
He always held a long bladed stabbing spear,
His long hair was tightly braided,
He had ochre painted on his body,
He had no children and treated me like his son,
He would take me to teach the morans about warfare.
But,he had to take the permission of the chief, the Laibon.
The Laibons were the chief religious leaders,
They settled disputes,
They decided when and on whom to attack.
Luckily,after two months my maasai and I had gone to a game reserve for hunting,
A game warden found me.
He alerted the police and I was taken home safely.
But,I missed my maasai and their pastoral way of life.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
Mary Moran can I see you
a minute please?
Sister Agnes said
Mary nodded and followed
the nun along the school corridor
walked past the statue
of the ****** Mary
(no relation)
and into a small office
where the nun
closed the door after them
sit down
the nun said
Mary sat down
crossed her legs
pulled the hem
of her school skirt
over her knees
and looked at the nun blankly
do you know why
you are here?
you asked me to come
Mary replied
*********
(she hoped secretly)
the rim of her school knickers
into a more comfortable place
unmoving face
the nun sighed
and sat at a desk
and put her hands
into a prayer mode
rudeness and disobedience
the nun said
that's why you're here
Mary looked past the nun
at the Crucified on the wall behind
dark brown wood
suntanned figure
dark nails holding
the hands and feet in place
and rumours of you
spreading rumours
about Sister Lucy
and Father Joseph
what rumour is that?
Mary said
leaving the Crucified
and gazing at the nun
you know
the nun said
how can I know
if you don't tell me
Mary said
the nun slapped the desk top
and said
dont try it on with me young lady
I'm not to be played with
(Mary hoped the nun wouldn't
contact her parents
her da was not in the mood
for bad news right now
and last time the nuns contacted
them about her
he tanned her behind
with his big hand
but that was years ago now
and well she was 14 now
and the hag seemed happy
just to moan so)
rudeness and disobedience?
Mary said
me being such?
the nun nodded her black
and white covered head
yes you Moran
and the spreading
of the rumours
Mary looked at the Crucified again
he hadn't moved
her fingers had sorted
the knickers rim out
to comfortableness
I'm sorry
Mary said
it's my menstrual mood swings
it gets to me and after
I feel so ashamed that I kneel down
in front of the statue
of St Therese and ask
for forgiveness so I do
the nun sat steely faced
her thin fingers joined
forming a kind of church structure
is that so?
the nun said
Mary nodded
then you will see Father Joseph
and confess to him
and see what he says about it
Sister Agnes said
eyeing Mary as she stood
and walked from the room
swaying her small behind
and muttered to herself
there's none so blind
as those that want to be blind
and the girl had gone
an odd smell of perfume
being left behind.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
Sit down,
the nun says,
bringing Magdalene
into her office,
pointing to a chair
opposite her desk.
The nun eyes her
seriously, her face
framed in a black
and white headpiece,
her hands on the table
in front of her
palms down.
Magdalene sits
and stares at her shoes.
Do you know why
you are here?
the nun says.
You asked me
to come in here,
Magdalene replies,
lifting her eyes
to the nun's face.
The reason why
I asked you
to come here?
the nun says firmly.
Magdalene shakes her head,
fidgets in the chair.
The nun sits back
in her chair
and stares coldly.
Silence fills the room
and Magdalene moves
back in her chair,
crossing her legs
at the ankles.
There have been reports
of you and Mary Moran
being seen entering
a toilet cubicle together,
is that true?
the nun says,
head to one side
as if her neck had snapped.
Magdalene shakes her head,
no, who'd say such a thing?
What wormy ****
would say that?
Magdalene says.
The nun eyes her colder.
Sister Bridget saw you,
the nun says.
With or without
her glasses,
Magdalene says,
she's a bit short-sighted,
she often mistakes me
for the Murphy boy.
The nun stares
and shakes her head
and says,
you should show
respect to the nuns,
and not try to score
points off of other's
disabilities.
Magdalene looks
at the nun's hands
on the desktop,
tapping away
on the old wood.
I was not with Mary Moran;
I was on my own,
and why would Sister Bridget
be spying on me
going to the bog?
Magdalene says.
The nun slams her hand
down on the desktop,
and says,
DO NOT BE SO RUDE
AND TELL THE TRUTH.
Magdalene stares
at the slammed down hand;
once it had slapped her thighs
as a young girl in R.E,
for not raising her hand
to leave the room
for a *** now
she just stares at the nun
and says,
that's the truth
after all said and done,
cross my heart
and hope to die.
The nun rambles on,
but Magdalene
no longer listens,
recalls the kiss
on Mary's lips,
and the spark
in the nun's eyes
that glistens.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Al son de músicas dolientes
-rabeles, guzlas y laúdes-
por cerros, llanos y taludes
o por senderos y pendientes...
Al son de músicas dolientes
van a caza de los nepentes
por las extrañas latitudes:
por donde moran las virtudes 1
siempre vibrantes y latentes...
Van a caza de los nepentes,
locos poetas incoherentes
-flora de exóticas paludes-
afiebrados de lasitudes
-pálidos fantasmas huyentes,
locos poetas incoherentes...-
Al son de músicas dolientes,
-rabeles, guzlas y laúdes
en medio a las vicisitudes
de andar a caza del nepentes,
van los poetas incoherentes
por las extrañas latitudes...
al són de músicas dolientes
-rabeles, guzlas y laúdes-
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Martha takes the crucifix
(light wooden cross
and well crafted plaster Christ)
to bed with her
snuggles the Crucified
beneath blankets and sheet
looks at Him
strokes His nailed feet
kisses His nailed hands curled
and wonders if He will open
His eyes and stare at her
maybe search her out
and maybe say
keeping me warm counts
as a blessing
but He doesn't
His eyes half closed look down
His lips say nothing
the hands are warming
no longer cold from being left
in the box in the junk shop
as she snuggles down there
she whispers
have you heard that rumour
Mary Moran's been saying?
About Sister Lucy and Father Joseph?
Is it true?
She asks bringing the Crucified's head
close her lips
I mean You would know
if anyone does and well it is
doing the rounds in the girl's toilets
at the moment although
Da says not to listen to gossip
especially about nuns and priests
he says
but is it true?
She asks the Crucified
eyeing His eyes half closed
or open depending
how you look
He says nothing
just silence
except for her stomach rumbling
(she has given up supper for penance)
and by the way that boy
Jimmy O'Brien looks at me
kind of weird
the idjit
as if he'd something
on his mind
I’m not like Mary
with the boys
and touching and such
she kisses the crown
of thorns head
the plaster dark hair
the red lipsticked
Crucified clutched close
to her small breast
eyes half open or closed
at rest.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Martha Maguire sits
in the back pew of the church
cigarette between fingers,
smoke drifting slowly
to the high beams and tiled roof,
her blue eyes focusing on the Crucified
His arms stretched wide
His head lowered
His eyes shut
the skimpy cloth
about His midriff
nails in hands and feet
and wound in the side
a slit of red paint revealed,
she takes a drag on the cigarette,
inhales deeply holds the cigarette
just away from her lips and
with no effort releases
the smoke in a steady stream
over the pew in front,
the Crucified's skin
has a yellowy sheen to it,
the crown of thorns have
acquired cobwebs and dust,
only her in the church
silence except for distant traffic,
Magdalene had talked
of the priest and one
of the nuns and some
kind of thing going on,
Martha muses
watching the smoke rise,
the young priest not the old codger,
which nun was it?
not St Agnes that's for sure
she'd only *** out of
her thingamajig,
as would most of the sisters
no doubt,
Sister Lucy was it?
maybe can't recall the gossip,
she inhales deeply again
scratches an itch
on her thigh,
Mary Moran and her ways
with the boys
and she only fourteen too
as am I,
she smiles recalling
what Mary said of Brian Brady
and what he tried to do
put your hand in some other
girl's private place not mine
she said she said,
the Crucified hangs in silence
not a word
not a judgement,
some days she's sure His head
lifts and He gazes at her
with an awkward smile,
His eyes half open
the **** thorns pushing
His hair over His eyes,
the door at the far end opens
and the young priest enters
in his black garb
like a young rook
on the prowl,
he genuflects
and makes the sign of the cross,
then peers down towards Martha
who hides her cigarette
out of sight,
the smoke drifting less so
but under the lower pews,
he looks away
goes to the altar
fiddles with things
goes to the tabernacle
and opens the door
and fiddles inside,
she looks at her cigarette,
lowers her head
and takes a swift inhalation,
then sits back up
gazes at the priest
**** arsing about,
the cigarette between fingers
out of sight,
and she thinking
if it was the priest and Sister Luke
and the carrying ons
and what and where if so,
anyway she muses
letting the smoke drift
from her lips
what do they know?
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
Magdalene waits in the passage
for Mary to come. Other girls pass
by hurrying on to the next lesson.
Mary comes along swinging her
satchel over her shoulder, cursing.
If that old fart’s teaching next term
I’m off to join the convent and be
a ******* nun, she says, looking back
along the passage, her face flustered,
her hair in her eyes. Magdalene says,
what up? Has old Murphy had a go
at you again? Mary sighs, moves along
the passage and Magdalene follows,
her eyes moving over Mary’s swaying
hips, taking in her thighs outlined by
her school skirt. Old Murphy’s long
overdue to retire, Mary says, she should
be in the graveyard of St Luke’s with
dog’s ***** on her tombstone. She and
Magdalene pause by the girl’s toilets,
then enter in, making sure there’s no
one in there, before they quickly and
greedily kiss. They part and stand back
staring at each other. I needed that,
Magdalene says, all through R.E. I’ve
thought of it, despite Fr Gragin going
on about the Blessed Trinity. Mary says,
I’d have done the same if the old ****
hadn’t been on about the Civil War and
what do I care? Mary Moran, says she,
will you stop chewing gum and sit on
four legs of the chair. I think she was
after to giving me the ruler across my
palms, instead she gave me 500 lines
on how to sit on a chair and listen.
They move to the mirror and attend to
their hair and faces. Far off a bell rings.
They look at their reflections in the mirror.
They look at each other, then and touch
hands and lips and part, one to double
maths, the other to boring craft and art.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 10:43 AM UTC
I had finished tonight, Readings done tea drunk
Then as I tried to sleep I picked up my phone
I read a poem from girl a who feels alone
Betrayed by a boy who cherished another
Emotionally hurt and so in pain
Yet she wrote about it
She wrote in imagery that moved me
My day was as abhorrent as hers yet I had no words
I couldn't write as she did nor paint the picture
She apologized for her outburst
The most moving soul bearing write
Yet apologized.
So long as she writes an old **** like me will read
To be reminded of the love hurt pain and joy
To feel life, to be moved
May I suggest you sample her world
Live a day of her life in words and be humbled
Bad day-bad times Katy Moran
Then tell me if I'm wrong.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Cuando estoy en Madrid,
las cucarachas de mi casa protestan porque leo por las
noches.
La luz no las anima a salir de sus escondrijos,
y pierden de ese modo la oportunidad de pasearse por
mi dormitorio,
lugar hacia el que
-por oscuras razones-
se sienten irresistiblemente atraídas.
Ahora hablan de presentar un escrito de queja al
presidente de la república,
y yo me pregunto:
¿en qué país se creerán que viven?;
estas cucarachas no leen los periódicos.
Lo que a ellas les gusta es que yo me emborrache
y baile tangos hasta la madrugada,
para así practicar sin riesgo alguno
su merodeo incesante y sin sentido, a ciegas
por las anchas baldosas de mi alcoba.
A veces las complazco,
no porque tenga en cuenta sus deseos,
sino porque me siento irresistiblemente atraído,
por oscuras razones,
hacia ciertos lugares muy mal iluminados
en los que me demoro sin plan preconcebido
hasta que el sol naciente anuncia un nuevo día.
Ya de regreso en casa,
cuando me cruzo por el pasillo con sus pequeños cuerpos
que se evaden
con torpeza y con miedo
hacia las grietas sombrías donde moran,
les deseo buenas noches a destiempo
-pero de corazón, sinceramente-,
reconociendo en mí su incertidumbre,
su inoportunidad,
su fotofobia,
y otras muchas tendencias y actitudes
que -lamento decirlo-
hablan poco en favor de esos ortópteros.
900
Ya cabalga Diego Ordóñez, ya del real había salido,
armado de piezas dobles, sobre un caballo morcillo;
va a retar a los zamoranos, por muerte del rey su primo.
Vido estar a Arias Gonzalo en el muro del castillo;
allí detuvo el caballo, levantóse en los estribos:
-¡Yo os reto, los zamoranos, por traidores fementidos!
¡Reto a mancebos y viejos, reto a mujeres y niños,
reto también a los muertos y a los que aún no son nacidos;
reto la tierra que moran, reto yerbas, panes, vinos,
desde las hojas del monte hasta las piedras del río,
pues fuisteis en la traición del alevoso Vellido!
Respondióle Arias Gonzalo, como viejo comedido:
-Si yo fuera cual tú dices, no debiera ser nacido.
Bien hablas como valiente, pero no como entendido.
¿Qué culpa tienen los muertos en lo que hacen los vivos?
Y en lo que los hombres hacen, ¿qué culpa tienen los niños?
Dejéis en paz a los muertos, sacad del reto a los niños,
y por todo lo demás yo habré de lidiar contigo.
Más bien sabes que en España antigua costumbre ha sido
que hombre que reta a concejo haya de lidiar con cinco,
y si uno de ellos le vence, el concejo queda quito.
Don Diego cuando esto oyera algo fuera arrepentido;
mas sin mostrar cobardía, dijo: -Afírmome a lo dicho.
852
ERIN MORAN FROM HAPPY DAYS
HAS SUDDENLY PASSED AWAY
FONZIE IS GRIEVING BADLY
CHACHI IS EXTREMELY SAD
MARION IS HEART BROKEN
AND RALPH IS VERY MAD
HAPPY DAYS WAS A GREAT SHOW
AND WHAT AN INCREDIBLE CAST
IT WILL STAY IN OUR MEMORIES
AND LIVE IN OUR HEARTS
AND THERE IT WILL ALWAYS LAST
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC
a reply to caitlin moran's 27/5/2017 article: 'i know the question that every woman should ask all the men in her life now.
how i lost my virginity?
beautiful girl... isabella, from grenoble,
third year psychology exchange student...
yep... we were both drunk...
and in her dreamy, rather than an unconscious
state... she asked me to put on a ******
which i did...
i can't even remember if i ecajulated;
so she was responsive enough to, later not press
charges to the university authority;
so yeah... **** culture?
anything to add about the girl?
yep... she loved japanese cartoons, studio ghibli esp.;
so no, i didn't loose my virginity
to a sex-bot.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
Mary Moran rolls a cigarette
between fingers and thumbs,
liberated tobacco and paper
from her da's pocket,
if he knew he'd belt her behind,
she licks the paper end
with her damp tongue,
rolls it thin and lights it up
with a Swan Vesta stole
from her ma's kitchen box,
Magdalene she'd met
at the coffee bar
had a laugh talked
of Sister Bridget and the priest
and some going ons,
sweet Mags gazed at her
placed a hand on her thigh
talked of her da,
the smoke rises
from the ciggie skyward
cloud like,
Martha sat sipping her coffee
********* her rosary
in the bar like Brian
fingers my bra strap
the loon,
Mary knows what
Brian is after
he's more chance
of the pox than that
she muses watching
the smoke twirl
as it touches the roof
of the greenhouse glass,
if Da found me now
he'd tan my ***
she muses inhaling
deeper lungful drag,
the priest in confessions
(the old boy)nigh on
had a heart attack
when she confessed
the weeks worth,
spluttering she heard
through the wire mesh
of the confessional,
Magdalene wants me
to go listen to LPs
on her record player
in her room away
from her da and ma
and their moans and groans,
Martha with her blue eyes
stared at the crucifix
on her rosary
like a lovesick cow
as they sipped their coffee
and yakked
of the priest and nun
and imagined fun.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
The nun watched the girl Moran
stub out a cigarette
by the cycle sheds,
and flick it away.
She watched her
put hands in the pockets
of her coat,
and saunter back
towards school.
Mary entered
by the double doors
of the school,
and the nun stopped her
raising an open hand
towards her.
Want a word with you,
Moran,
the nun said,
eyeing the girl,
taking in
the bright of eyes,
the pouting lips.
What's up?
Mary said,
I've lessons
to be getting to,
and you know
what the Bridget's like
if we're late,
half wets herself
with anger,
so she does.
Hush yourself,
the nun said,
and follow me.
Mary followed the nun
into a side room,
and the nun shut
the door behind them.
Sit down,
the nun said,
and peered at Mary
with her dark eyes.
Mary sat and looked
at her hands in her lap.
I saw you smoking
by the cycle sheds,
the nun said,
and smoking is not permitted
in the school or grounds.
Was I smoking?
Mary said,
don't recall smoking,
may have been
the cold air;
sometimes when you
breathe out it looks
like smoke,
but it's just cold air.
It was smoke;
I saw you stub out
the cigarette
and flick it away,
the nun said,
walking in front of Mary,
hands tucked inside
her black habit
out of sight.
Was it a cigarette?
I had gum;
you may have seen me
flick that away,
Mary suggested.
The nun stood still;
stony faced.
It was a cigarette I saw,
the nun stated.
I see,
Mary said,
funny what you can forget,
if you're not paying attention
to what you're doing,
could have sworn
it was gum.
IT WAS A CIGARETTE,
the nun bellowed,
flushing at the face,
her hands out at her sides,
flapping like wings
of fledgling bird.
Don't be telling me
it was gum,
the nun said
her voice softer,
held in check
after the bellowing,
remembering her vows,
her Christ like vocation.
You're probably right,
Sister,
I'll see the priest
and put it onto
the sin list
I've to tell him
in confessions,
Mary said,
keeping her face
straight as she could.
The nun breathed deeply,
eyed the girl,
if you'd been a boy,
I'd have you caned
for your manners,
but as your not,
you can see me
after school at detention.
Mary nodded her head
and stood up and said,
can I go now?
You know what
the Bridget is like
if we're late?
The nun stilled her wings,
and nodded her head,
and watched as the girl
sauntered off out
of the room and away.
The nun crossed herself,
muttered a short prayer,
rubbed her rosary,
to get her through
another day.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
Magdalene
shows her room
to Martha
(her parents
said not to
bring Mary)
Martha stares
at the walls
sees a small
crucifix
above a
single bed
glad you got
Jesus here
Martha says
Magdalene
looks at her
in a long
black slim dress
hair cut short
you still want
to be a
****** nun?
Magdalene
says to her
bride of Christ
I'd call it
Martha says
turning round
and looking
deep eyed at
Magdalene
want a drink?
what you got?
gin all right?
make it large
Martha says
no need to
**** around
half measures
Magdalene
pours two gins
both large ones
want music?
who you got?
Bill Fury
or Elvis?
Fury's best
Martha says
sitting down
on the bed
Magdalene
puts on the
Fury disc
then sits down
by Martha
both girls sip
their large gins
what would you
say if I
kissed you once?
Magdalene
says softly
just the once?
unless you
wanted more
why kiss me?
thought Moran
was your one?
like you both
equally
(though Mary
was more hers
sexually)
its a sin
you know that?
Martha says
just a kiss
no sin there
don't want to
go further
Magdalene
informs her
(lying through
her back teeth)
further what?
Martha asks
I don't want
bed you here
(fecking liar
her mind says)
why bed me?
I'm not one
for sleeping
in the day
Martha says
she sips gin
and ignores
Magdalene's
hand touching
her plump thigh
Christ sees us
sees all things
Martha says
Mary says
that some times
Jesus turns
a blind eye
does he now?
Martha asks
that Smithy
boy tried to
get his hand
underneath
my school skirt
I thumped him
on his nose
Magdalene
informs her
did it bleed?
his big nose?
on his white
fecking shirt
just one kiss
on the cheek
Martha says
taking off
Magdalene's
hand from her
plump warm thigh
finishing
off her gin
with a sigh.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
Erin Moran has died at the age of fifty-six.
She was special and a credit to all chicks.
She was adorable when she starred as Joanie Cunningham.
When a person dies that young, it's always hard to understand.
I learned about her death on Facebook and it made me feel bad.
When we learned of her passing, it was tragic and so very sad.
She had a wonderful figure and good looks.
When we watched her on Happy Days, we were hooked.
She died too young and her death has devastated her fans.
Sadly, we have to say goodbye to the talented Erin Moran.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Bara roams our streets
The ubiquitous grins
Vultures circles our skies
Our land painted in reds
The Folly laughs
Bara,
Okunrin kukuru, Okunrin gogoro
Okunrin peke bi ori atana
Esu abani woran bi a orida
A yi kondu seyin eleyin
O soro ana di moran
Koju ti mo.
Bara Visits
Our water, turned sour
His moist hands, he dips in our meal
Down he gulps our share
Hungry he leaves us.
Egunugun keeps watch
Praying to Bara for more
Orisanla, wisdom we pray for
To navigate through these tough times
For Bara has come to stay.
by Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Magdalene's mother yaks
about the price of things
in the shops
when she gets back
from town
and how she'd met
Bridget O'Connell
and how that woman can talk
it's no wonder her husband
goes away quite frequently
and what was Mary Moran
doing here?
her mother says
just listening to records
Magdalene says
better be no mess
in your room
I only tidied it up
the other day
no mess her
daughter says
(she'd tidied up the bed
and floor and hid
the ***** and cigarettes)
there's talk of her
at the school
from the sisters
Magdalene's mother says
what talk?
none to worry
your head with
her mother says
so what was she
doing here?
you know I don't like
her being here
don't you?
just listening
to the Billy Fury record
just friends
Magdalene says
(they'd lain in bed
and kissed and did things
and she reflects
on it now
as her mother
yaks on)
and that other
friend of yours
that Martha
there's talk of her
there at the school too
the nuns thinking her
being a nun at sometime
now if there's one
to encourage it is there
she's the one
the mother says
putting away shopping
don't want that Mary here
unless I am here too
understand?
Magdalene nods
it is easier than arguing
and I smell smoke
have you been
smoking again?
And with her?
she's a bad influence on you
I won't have it
and if your da finds out
you're for it
now let me get on
and make sure the room
is tidy because if I go up
and it's not then
there'll be trouble
Magdalene says nothing
watching her mother's lips
opening and closing
like a fish out of water
and she
the queer girl loving
daughter.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
Seamus hopes
that the girl
Moran will
(he's heard she
maybe will)
have a touch
and a kiss
maybe more
he sees her
by the fence
standing there
moodily
other kids
going home
from the school
walking past
the wire fence
she sees him
approaching
his swagger
the dark hair
snotty nose
how are ya?
Seamus asks
who's asking?
Mary says
eyeing him
her satchel
by her feet
you now me
I'm Seamus
he replies
taking in
her fine eyes
her small bust
what you want?
Mary says
walking on
he follows
how about
you and me
meeting up?
Seamus asks
we've met up
I mean some
place after
school where we
can do things
Seamus says
what you mean
by do things?
Go to church?
Kiss a nun?
Go visit
the sick ones
or the poor?
Mary says
monotone
I thought of
something more
Seamus says
maybe us
touching up
kissing such
I'd rather
smell a pig's
foul behind
than kiss you
or let you
touch my skin
Mary says
her voice hard
(thinking of
Magdalene's
hands on her
and kissing
a day back)
up you then
***** teasing
Moran girl
fecking ****
he walks off
*********
signs to her
hope you get
warts on yours
Seamus Doyle
Mary calls
after him
she walks on
home from school
muttering
to herself
fecking fool.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
The nun stopped her
in the corridor
Magdalene need
a word with you
the nun said.
What word would
that be Sister Bridget?
the girl said.
A word of warning
follow me to the office
the nun turned
and walked back
the way she had come.
Magdalene followed
watching the nun
in front of her
how sexless she was.
The nun opened the door
of the office and held
the door open
so that Magdalene
could walk in
then she closed the door
and sat at the desk
and indicated
for the girl
to do likewise
opposite her.
It has been brought
to my notice that you
were seen with Mary Moran
in the girls' toilets
what have you to say?
Not unusual for two girls
to go to the girls' toilets Sister
Magdalene said.
The nun stared
not both
in the same cubical
the nun said stiffly.
Magdalene stared
at the nun
who'd say such a thing?
we were not
in the same cubicle
we were in adjoing cubicles
Magdalene said.
The nun gazed at her
you were both seen
coming out
of a cubicle together
the nun affirmed.
Magdalene looked
at the nun
at the pinched features
the nose
the black and white habit.
That was afterwards
I just went in there
to talk with Mary
Magdalene said.
You were heard
whispering in
the same cubicle
the nun said
eyeing the girl.
You are not
to be in the same cubical
with the Moran girl
at any time at all
do you understand me?
The nun said firmly
if I hear of this again
I will be having words
with both of your parents
and the priest understand?
Magdalene nodded
yes Sister Bridget
she said.
The nun stared at her
off you go
and remember
what I said.
The girl got up
and looked at
the large crucifix
on the wall above
the nun's head
and wish her with piles
or one day dead.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
There is nothing I can compare to the wait.
The moment before flesh hits wall
And knuckles hard as stone bleed against brick.
We see red through the tears
that run down the distorted lines of our faces,
cooling the burning skin of our cheeks,
And seasoning our lips with salty streams.
We hide our sadness behind our rage.
Our bruised hearts behind bandaged knuckles,
The way the air smells fresh with perfumed lies and a hint of apologies.
The smell that reminds me of the color red.
And we wait for that moment,
That the line becomes blurred.
We loose our sense somewhere between adrenaline and addiction
To the pain they cause and the pain we live for.
And we wait.
We wait for a sign, a cure, an apology, an explanation, a reason.
Nothing compares to the static silence,
No words to describe the reckless sadness,
I close my eyes and the wait looks red.
-K. Moran
@words.and.weapons
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
The boy Sean
watches her
by the bogs
*** smoking
short skirted
with some girl
I'll chance it
he muses
walks over
cockily
to them both
oy Moran
how's about
you and me
have a talk
the girls stare
what the ****
do you want?
Mary says
just a talk
just us two
Sean suggests
eyeing them
I'll go now
Magdalene
tells Mary
and goes off
Sean watches
her go off
nice backside
she's on her
he mutters
put your eyes
back away
you donkey
Mary says
what you want?
Have a chat
you and me
Sean tells her
about what?
She replies
fancy you
like your eyes
your figure
your hairstyle
your backside
he tells her
and so what?
She asks him
stubbing out
the self rolled
cigarette
on the wall
we could meet
after school
have some fun
you and me
he tells her
do I look
desperate?
That hard up?
Mary says
Just asking
the boy says
you want it
you're gagging
for a bit
he informs
I fancy
the fat nun
who takes us
for high maths
more than I
fancy you
Mary says
I'd rather
sleep with her
than with you
**** you then
Sean mutters
and walks off
not today
donkey boy
Mary says
watching him
walks away
another boy
another day.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
I never asked to be held,
But it never stopped
The lines of my shadow
From caressing your silhouette.
-K. Moran
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
The nun closed the door
of her small office
and studied Magdalene
who stood facing
the oak desk
You know why
you are here?
the nun said
No idea
Magdalene replied
looking at the crucifix
on the wall
above the desk
it was an old
wooden crucifix
with coloured plaster Christ
the nun walked to the desk
and sat down
Sit
she demanded
Magdalene sat in the chair
you are here because
it has been reported to me
that you and the Moran girl
were seen kissing
in the locker room
the nun paused
and looked at Magdalene
What have you to say
about this accusation?
Nothing at all
Magdalene said
You don't deny
you were kissing with her?
the nun said
Is it against
school rules
to kiss someone?
Magdalene asked
Girls kissing as you two
were kissing
is a sign of depravity
the nun said
eyeing the school girl
How were we kissing?
Magdalene asked
the nun stared at the girl
Don't be flippant
and try to avoid the issue
the nun said
I merely asked a question
Magdalene said
after all if we are accused
of kissing in a given way
how is it different
from kissing
in general
my aunts kiss
my mother used
to kiss me as a child
ENOUGH
the nun shouted
Magdalene stared
at the crucifix
not at the nun
You will not kiss
the Moran girl
at school understood?
the nun said
Magdalene
lowered her eyes
to the nun
If you say so
she said
I do say
the nun said
If there is a repeat of this
I will contact your parents
Magdalene said
nothing to that
but stared
at the crucifix again
You can return
to your next lesson
the nun said
Magdalene rose
from the chair
and left the room
and closed the door quietly
and walked on
to the maths room
where other kids were waiting
to go in
she would have to talk
to Mary soon
about the kissing sin.
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC