"oul" poems
Singing of children
in the night silence:
Light of the stream, and
calm of the fountain!
THE CHILDREN
What does you heard hold,
divine in its gladness?
MYSELF
A peal from the belltower,
lost in the dimness.
THE CHILDREN
You leave us singing
in the small plaza.
Light of the steram,
and calm of the fountain!
What do you hold in
your hands of sprintime?
MYSELF
A rose of blood, and
a lily of whiteness.
THE CHILDREN
Dip them in water
of the song of the ages.
Light of the stream,
and calm of the fountain!
What does your tongue feel,
scarlet and thirsting?
MYSELF
A taste of the bones
of my giant forehead.
THE CHILDREN
Drink the still water
of the song of the ages.
Light of the stream,
and calm of the fountain!
Why do you roam far
from the small plaza?
MYSELF
I go to find Mages
and find princesses.
THE CHILDREN
Who showed you the road there,
the road of the poets?
MYSELF
The fount and the stream of
the song of the ages.
THE CHILDREN
Do you go far from
the aerth and the ocean?
MYSELF
It's filled with light, is
my heart of silk, and
with bells that are lost,
with bees and with liles,
and I will go far off,
behind those hills there,
close to the starlight,
to ask of the Christ there
Lord, to return me
my child's oul, ancient,
ripened with legends,
with a cap of feathers,
and a sword of wood.
THE CHILDREN
You leave us singing
in the small plaza.
Light of the stream, and
calm of the fountain!
Enormous pupils
of the parched palm fronds
hurt by the wind, they
weep their dead leaves.
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
R oses bite
O nce the lover's
S oul grips too hard,
E mbracing a waiting nightmare
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
D eliver
E ach
S oul
T hrough
I nevitable
N atural
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 8:30 AM UTC
I remember social standings
stood standing on my own
My face all red and flustered
as I'd fidget with my phone.
And all it would have taken,
was a few kind simple words.
To break those chains of *******
to return me to the world.
Us humans we're a strange oul race
we all like to fit in,
and with our pack mentality
it's all about the win.
But what about those on the edge
the souls you choose to fail.
What is it, you think they feel
as you turn away.
See people carry things around
like weights around their neck
So please be understanding
and show them some respect.
Do onto them, all that you would
like done onto your own.
Meet them with a friendly smile,
or call them on the phone.
That call could make a difference
more than you'd ever know.
For its not really hard to care............
It helps us all to grow.
For its not really hard to love............
Its not that hard to show.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
This world is full of angels
full of devils in disguise.
Like gargoyles faces on the wall,
blending in before our eyes.
The Christmas traffic,
shuffling past...
Young ones clutch their oul ones hands.
Oblivious, to the worlds strange ways.
Lost angels in a broken land.
And the poor ****** on the corner sings,
about a policeman from New York.
A song probably older than his mother
I'm hoping they still have each other.
I'm hoping that his words fall easy.
Gently,
upon her ears.
Cause he's looking kinda lonely now,
Maybe no ones listening!
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
We all piled out of the pub
****** as a load of newts;
'Where to now boys?'
Bellowed naughty Niall O 'Neill
(that's notorious nineteen pints a night Niall)
As he tottered over to his Pa's Rolls Royce.
*'Do ye think ye should be driving
With that record-breakin' skinful
I just seen you put away?'*
Enquired serious Sean slurringly
From his slightly inconvenient
Viewpoint in the beery gutter.
So we all clambered gaily into the car
And roared off into the enchanted night
And then this ****** stupid clodhopper
Who didn't even have his driving licence yet
Came round the next corner in his Ford
And got sent to Kingdom-sodding-Come.
*'Oh **** would ye just look at the mess
The oul' fella's made of me Daddy's car,
And it's his pride and joy so it is!'*
Cried Niall O'Neill in incandescent rage,
As he surveyed the largest insurance claim
In the County Wicklow for twenty years.
How fortunate Father Tucker and Garda Sergeant O'Toole
Could both testify from their vantage point
In the front seat of the devastated Roller,
The accident was not Niall's fault at all, at all,
As the other stupid sober ****** was on
The wrong side of the ****** street.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Alright lads here it comes full truth unvarnished
lately I feel life is tarnished,
with this Patina upon my soul,
I tell you all I won't grow old.
We won't be sharing drinks and dandling grandkids boys,
this world is grey, I'm null and void,
underappreciated hated unemployed,
a jaded unappreciative oul ****
yeah I deserve that-I can't front
no more lies but bitter truths,
lets rip these forgeries out by roots,
lets force this Gall and Hemlock down,
a deadly cocktail but I've found,
once choked down I'm Numb...comfort cold,
to you I'll leave behind I know,
believe me please...just let me go
Chorus/Sample 2
"So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can't destroy what isn't there
I only wish you weren't my friends
Then I could hurt you in the end
my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go"
all right lads "order! down in front"!
a lot to take in all at once?
I know I know my lying smile
has fooled you all but it's been awhile
I'm sorry Bro I really am,
I tried my best to face the flames
but now I'm falling, no more games
no more lies Procrastination,
no more ******** obfuscation,
took the Beck Depression inventory...scored 100%!
been through a few too many ****** up life events,
more just round the corner-the Reaper awaits,
but It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can't destroy what isn't there
I only wish you weren't my friends
Then I could hurt you in the end
my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go"
The End?
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
May I begin to say, "Now I lay me down to sleep," as
You just stand there staring blankly, *"I pray the Lord my
Soul to keep,"* and as I chant these words
Out of these painful lips. You begin to
Understand this silence, and pain. And
Longing to find any truth left in this trouble world. You join me with
Trying to figure
Out why people are always running. Running to nowhere-land. STOP!
Take a breath. Take a moment for yourself.
And "if I die before I wake"... I will
Keep this positive mind, because In. The.
End; Positive thoughts will conquer all! And ..."I pray the Lord my SOUL to take."
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***Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord MY. SOUL. TO. TAKE.***
Apr 3, 2011
Apr 3, 2011 at 12:41 PM UTC
There amongst the wilderness.
Where creatures
big and small roam free.
There amongst the overgrown,
thats where they'd find
you and me.
The wind that shakes the barley,
whistling in our freezing ears.
You'll find us in the long grass,
hiding from the same old fears.
Well its known
we're not alone.
there's many more besides.
All hiding in the long grass,
fighting with the same oul pride.
With the wind
that shakes the barley.
Forever whistling in their ears.
They'll join us there,
the country air,
amongst the winds
that kiss the breeze.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Broken are the roses.
The garden doesn't seem the same.
And every breeze that passes through,
forever,
whispering your name.
And then there comes the moments,
The ones
where one
feels all alone.
Lost upon the roses,
where memories were born and grown.
Maybe I could plant one now
And you can help it grow.
You can bring the sunshine,
the light that melts the Winter's snow.
Upon those cold oul mornings,
when we feel
lost and afraid.
You'll be growing roses,
shining through the mornings haze.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
Like a wisp of the wind
Silently she treads
Delicately like a snail
Leaving its silky threads
On a winding trail
Scars from a battle
She fought years gone by
Hiding behind red socks
Pulled up tight and high
There is blood on the rocks
Snatched from her oul
A gentle reminder
Of the trail and the thread
And of her stockings
As so silently she treads.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
fresh air and feel the vibes
young kids with the best of lives.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Standing on a cliff with others,
close,
so close..............
so close to death.
Standing, staring at the sea,
staring,
glaring,
each one sharing,
our oul doubts and deep regrets.
Tales of how we crash and burn,
staring at a dying sun.
Lessons learned,
lessons shared.
Remember someone always cares.
You may never know their name,
but every single soul shares shame.
Shame about the way we live,
how we find it hard to give
A high horse, seems to sit so well
with this world, the ones who tell.
Tell us how to live our lives,
trying to dictate your mind.
Trying to dictate your mind,
the blind men,
leading on the blind.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
You have to capture it
While its still alive
This unspoken poetry
That lives inside of me
Untamed
Unrestrained
I want to see you
Nestle it like a
Newborn baby
Wrap it around your tongue
And taste it
After it escapes to enter the pen
From digestion
To clocked
It aides us all
Birth your §oul to me
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC