I have written and painted on and off all my life but have only recently decided to do something about it and actually make the effort to share things with other people.
For the last few years I have been living in a cave hidden at the end of a lane somewhere in Ballyhaunis, Co. Mayo. |
Here are a few of my poems. I hope you enjoy them.
A Poisonous Brew
Don't ask me what I think, I won't tell you. I'll lie, keep my thoughts to myself, I'm not sharing. I'll take your words and grind them up, Extract every last drop, mix them with my fears. I'll make my own lethal concoction. Your looks I'll take and tear apart, Make my own jigsaw puzzle from them, With pieces that will never fit, Will only ever make what I feel, Will never show what you can see . Don't try to hide your thoughts from me, I will see the slightest things, even when you don't know they are there. I will catch them and beat them into place Squeeze them, twist them, form them Until I see a meaning you don't know. I will make my potion of words, looks and thoughts Then drink it down, every last drop, Crawl into my head and sit there, Feeling it slowly poisoning me, Cherishing the pain as it burns into my soul. I remember you
I remember you and the words we spoke and the morning mists as you held my hand and your blushing looks when the sunshine broke how we never spoke of the night we knew and the memories found and the memories lost just the two of us alone here now |
What they said
Good old Tony is dead, They said. Only sixty three, Fit as you or me, Found him dead in his bed, They said. We both laughed at the thought That the man That we knew Could have died in the night Left poor old Win all alone, How can they be right? But good old Tony is dead They said. Now who will wear those big shorts That had never been seen Since the time of the Raj Matching plimsoles and vest. With the slicked back black hair Just now showing some grey And thick sensuous lips Moist with froth from his beer And a cigarette dangling Dropping ash on his guts As he watches the tele Eating crisps and nuts. Who will fill the big chair At the head of the table And eat up the portions Of pasta and chips Then finish it off With a whole tub of ice cream As big as his eyes, As big as his heart. But now Tony is dead. Left poor auntie Win all alone. She found him dead, in his bed, they said. |
The Man on the Square
The man on the square sits and watches Eyes clouded by drink, drugs and pain Sees the souls of the people that pass him Asks forgiveness from each of their gods The friends from his schooldays still see him Most turn their heads and cross over the street But now and then one of them calls him Smiles and jokes hiding unspoken words He watches the lives of our children Doing things that we never will see Hears the unprovoked taunts used to mock him And their laughter at each of his tears Sometimes lovers will smile as they pass him Holding hands as they walk on their cloud But he knows before long he will see them All alone and each holding their fears While the cars wait their turn at the junction Their passengers stare at the square Ask themselves why the old man just sits there Why he doesn’t chase rainbows like them And the transporter lorries drive past him Holding life bred to further mans greed And the endless white vans with their parcels Delivering things that each of us need As he ponders the holes in his trousers And the soles split away from his shoes The man in the square sits and wonders Why the parcels are never for him And the funeral cortege passes by him Some in cars and some walking behind And he wonders who’ll follow behind him When one day he returns to the earth And he takes all the sights of a lifetime And the thoughts that will never return Takes the history of all that he saw there On his vigil alone in the square |
We know we are right
I'll overthrow you, punch, kick and slay you, impose my ideals because I'm right. They'll give me weapons to kill and maim you, even though my war cry is to oppose them. Anhialate those that don't think like us, subjugate them with our god. Beat and stone them then brainwash them with our doctrine, the Word of God. Do not question, don't dare to question our divine right to rule your souls. And if we choose to take your daughters, rape and sell them, that's our right, because we know that we are chosen to do our god's will here on Earth. And the money, cars and women that our new friends give to us, are the payment for our devotion to the God that rules the Earth. |
My Summers Sun
Pink rosebuds open on a summer's morn
Promising tenderness and sweetness unknown
Through dewy morning mists that are my own
Their beauty in the sunlight will be born.
Sweet golden fields reflect the midday sun
Blinding me where light and shadows play
Their soft and hazy promises inviting me to lay
And sleep and dream of things that have begun.
Woodland cathedrals lay in summers evening haze
Drawing me to their soft and pungent promise
Where chanting Witches dance and sacrifice
To their Wiccan Mother God's all knowing gaze.
The twinkling stars shine on a summer night
Enticing me like jewels thrown upon the sand
Where lovers walk together hand in hand
And exchange vows enrobed in moonlight.
Pink rosebuds open on a summer's morn
Promising tenderness and sweetness unknown
Through dewy morning mists that are my own
Their beauty in the sunlight will be born.
Sweet golden fields reflect the midday sun
Blinding me where light and shadows play
Their soft and hazy promises inviting me to lay
And sleep and dream of things that have begun.
Woodland cathedrals lay in summers evening haze
Drawing me to their soft and pungent promise
Where chanting Witches dance and sacrifice
To their Wiccan Mother God's all knowing gaze.
The twinkling stars shine on a summer night
Enticing me like jewels thrown upon the sand
Where lovers walk together hand in hand
And exchange vows enrobed in moonlight.