"quirke" poems
i write poetry
from the collective,
that resides within my mind
they gather often,
at the water cooler
or for coffee, tea
and a bit of a natter..
all my idio's and syncranicities
my ego,
and my shy shuffling humble-bumbler
the flambouyant quirke,
the little girl memories
all get the memo and out they come.
earth mother, surfer chick,
daughter of despair,
moderator, instigator,
wanna-be litigator
acerberic premenstrual ditzbitch,
all represented there.
so in the end,
what you get to see;
are the minutes from the meetings,
or the gossip from the gatherings
the intimate murmurings...
from the musings.
of the legion, that ...
collectively
call themsevles
me.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
Just a quick glimpse and
A smile or quirke
Same as it used to be
When I was 15
Just older and looking
Harder and laughing
Without seeing the humour
Not envious of age
Is what its like being in the
50's and its
Like Yesterday
As Paul Mc said
All my troubles seem so
Far away, and they
Are:)
Love the now, so glad its not
Like Yesterday☺
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
In case I die before my years,
I hope for laughter, not for tears
In case I die before my time
Remember the good deeds, not the crime
A life of escapism, hedonistic glory
plagued with thoughts, often gory
a rebel fighting real resistance
an unfound love, lost in the distance.
In case I do not see the day,
those closest to me pass away
In case I go six feet beneath,
a fictional ruler, Ill never meet
A life lived without a care,
pretend not to see what's really there
THC, release the haze,
a finite life under chemical daze.
Quirkey, enigmatic, psychotic charges
surge threw me...
morality has a vengeance, dosent it?
David Quirke
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC