Aphrodite’s Hangover

Romance sweeping up the day Venison flesh cut Claret drips from finger tips Naked bones seduced By poems fresh Written first In the heart beats of fear. Red wine is drunk by bottle
Cherry

Sunday Sonnet: To the girl who smiled

Here in these streets of judges and police Where we unlace the textiles of our days, I used to search you in the tales from Greece Which speak across the eons, phrase by phrase,

The Angel's Silence 25

I don't know what came over me.

How I Love You

Unspoken thoughts float about my veins and I continue to be baffled at how I love you. It's truly mind blowing at the sudden elation I recieve and sense of relief I possess when I'm with you

Ambiguity

An omen, parks itself on my doorstep As it draws into me, closer, gripping My throat begins to tighten the the screw and I helplessly bleed tears I cannot explain.

Angel

In what dream did your insect whisperings become the divine prompting of the supreme? When did your otherness give you sympathy, wisdom You think you understand by Standing apart

Saints and sinners

modern rationale for Ruth stories (present day).
Cherry

Saturday Sonnet: To the Nephew

I seldom write of death. I’m still too young; My pen has yet to spell of lives dispelled, And when I walked my way, the hand I held Was not the shadow I’ll hold down the long
Cherry

Crisis of Faith

Life has a funny way of catching up with you, for better or for worse. A nun who survived Auschwitz confronts her demons and lives happily ever after.
Cherry

No Accounting for Taste

Disqualified entry for AlibiTV competition (UK Residents Only!) The first sentence was obligatory. Thought I'd post it here instead. Altogether now, "Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note.."

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