Some Poetry

Cheers,

Holding On To Moments

Love is like holding on to an everlasting moment
Cherry

Ritual

He was always there. Gobshite. Loudmouth. At first, you were grateful that someone had said even hello. 5.30 in the morning, the depot filling with tired men in hi-vis clothes,

Our Jesus, Saviour

He lay still, wrapped in covering, lifeless in a borrowed grave. Outside the Sepulcher, others waited and wondered. Was He the Messiah?

I See Her

her world is freedom-land a place where dirty toes and unkempt hair play a flute

Cloudy Issues (IP)

Some smoke to shock, against parental pleasure kick, (own-goal, strong stick upon their back?) a habit hard to kick or lick; a calming crutch when life is such a struggle;

I hear your call

Exotic music played by dreamers, Evoking a spirit so strong it leads you blindly, Without fear you trespass on your fantasy, Only to see yourself saddened by a beautiful mist.

Tombstones and Gondolas

Is it gold or is it silver That tombstones on gondolas attract? A colour of lime green with a riddle attached Or should have Scotland retained The orange and navy combo

A Cadaver In Cleavage

When I die let it be Not with close friends Nor with dearest family. But let it be amongst temptresses, Curvaceous vixens and flame breathed harlots. A rainbow of minds, eyes, skin and locks.

Don't go ..

We argue, fall out, all the time. It's the very same topic each week. I long to hear just how you feel. But you choose not to speak (those words) Now, you say, l'm in your space.

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