Lying here, she is one of us, subject to the common destiny of all human beings.
Right Rev Richard Chartes
The Bitch is Dead – Margaret Thatcher is not missed no matter what the papers and media may say
Saint Peter will have his work cut out
When Maggie arrives at the gate
Defending her legacy of hatred
From when she was head of [...]
Posts tagged death
Lying Here, She is One of Us
Lying here, she is one of us, subject to the common destiny of all human beings.
Right Rev Richard Chartes
The Bitch is Dead – Margaret Thatcher is not missed no matter what the papers and media may say
Saint Peter will have his work cut out
When Maggie arrives at the gate
Defending her legacy of hatred
From when she was head of [...]
Elegy – Sweet Afton
It was just another brand
Just another cigarette
Nothing of which to be proud
Or noteworthy, but yet
To those who with up have grown
And those who it have smoked
Lament its passing in these tough times
And nostalgia it has provoked.
It was my mothers cigarette
For all the years when I was young
No filters for her, oh no, no way
Raw tobacco up [...]
A Phonecall Overheard
A double suicide delayed by train back to Dublin
after the Poets Express event in 2010. The pointlessness of it
inspired the following poems.
A woman speaks… I overhear
As others talking ot their phones I hear
Informing others of their lateness… “Dear!”
As someone on the line has died.
It could be a boy, or a girl eit [...]
When Im Old
When I am old, and that now is new
Like me, is but a relic of the past
I will look back at all we knew
And marvel at how short a time it did last
For the world it is forever changing
Nothing ever seems to stand still
We must learn lifes new patterens arranging
And keep on learning and learning until
We are of age when it does not matter
For w [...]
The Death of Knowledge
The scholars cast the four wild winds
Only Death the last thing sure
And now the Knowledge dwells within
And at the hearth sides of the poor
And so it came to dawn the day
That a visitor passing by
In Gaelic tongue both pure and sure
Got the Iliad in reply
To tales of old the man had known
If to recount he could any
And that was just the star [...]
On Open Hills I Have Walked
On open hills I have walked
And from their summits to view I stood
All that nature before me spread
As many others often would.
But I. not looking, often saw,
Only what was physically there,
Not the hopes and dreams and fears,
Of those that there dwelt, and did not care…
I cared not for the farmer in the tractor
Whose harvest was anothe [...]
An Angel Flew Overhead
From the ground the soldier picked himself up
Saw his comrades dead all round
Cowering in the trenches
Shaking and tearful his friend he found…
A comforting arm around his dying pal
Soothing words and prayers he said
In the midst of that hell called war
An angel flew overhead
var OB_platfo [...]
From Death – New Life
起死回生 (kishi kaisei)
Literally: Wake from death and return to life
Meaning: To come out of a desperate situation and make a complete return in one sudden burst.
Its not until man
Has lost all that he has had
That he sees his life
For what his life is
Collection of good times
And of bad times
Woven together
By the love of family
And the love of [...]
Ten Short Days (Haiku)
Ten days together
Short, sufficient to share love
Build coffin on death
var OB_platformType=3; var OB_PlugInVer=\'8.0.0.0_Regular\';
Dead Souls And Black Dogs
The little old lady had lived for long,
She was great of age
And the time was coming along
For her to exit life’s stage
But there were those who dwelt beside her
That strange things of her said
She had contact with the other world
And that strange prayers she made
Some they were of her afraid
And were not afraid to say
That when she was dead
[...]
Sitting There Saying Nothing
var OB_platformType=3; var OB_PlugInVer=\'8.0.0.0_Regular\';
We Are But Passing Through
History, crumbles, before our eyes
And walking past, we wonder not
Someday, for all that we are
We too, like those who here lived, will be forgot…
These walls, they are but stone walls
And as the Lord upon his throne
Who once ruled here, he died
So shall we, being but skin and bone
And the stone buildings great we build
So that known lo [...]
Live – Readings from the Pallet...
var OB_platformType=3; var OB_PlugInVer=\'8.0.0.0_Regular\';
White Hull on a Black Boat
The “Titanic” had its hull painted white so it would show well in photos, which where greyscale at the time, after which it once more was painted the infamous black.
Ready to sail she was set
The fourth funnel to be placed
And men of great importance
In history were to be placed
For all time in a photo
In a picture of black and [...]
Clouds Write Poetry – Svetlana ...
The clouds themselves, arranged by the wind
Write poems exquisite in the sky
In an alphabet to man unknown
Read by angels fluent that fly
Fanning the winds that write the words
That tell tales unknown to man
And those passed that others call dead…
Able to read these poems, they can.
~ For Svetlana!
(Svetalna Marisova, haikusit)
Svetlan [...]
Crumbling Wall
They fall apart
Slowly
Stone prised from stone by winters frost
But they would never part
If it never rained.
var OB_platformType=3; var OB_PlugInVer=\'8.0.0.0_Regular\';
Elegy on a Soccer Loving Pope
Humble servant of mankind
And servant of the Lord
Thy God has summonsed you above
To reap thy great reward.
Say a prayer for your people
As down on us you look
May we find guidance from above
By your example, and the Book
May we to our Lord appeal
For salvation be our goal
May the Goalkeeper Pope be
The savior of my soul.
That’s being k [...]
The Lord Came To Me In A Man
The Lord came to me in a man
Who looked not like God at all
He had no money, and was drunk
A waster, him Id call.
And staggering he asked for some change
As he stood in my way,
I sidestepped him without a glace,
I got none, I did say.
I hope that when I die
And ask for room beyond Heavens gate
God on me looks kind and does forgive,
And that h [...]
The Snow It Falls Today
Rossbawn in Laois's Sliabh Bloom mountains
The snow it falls today,
But on the ground it does not stay
No, but fastly melts away…
As water to drains does pour…
And when the shower ends is seen
No snow, where once there had been
And unwhite is the scene
As it was before.
We are like the snow
We are here, then we go
That we exi [...]
No Time for Art
There is no time for art
Where bullets fly
And screams of fear replace song
Even the birds are quiet
But to an artist, this is an ever evolving gallery
Where the shells, explosions, fires and bullets
By the craters, bullets holes and charred buildings
Become one abstract sculpture
Carved by destruction
As if to say
The soldier is an artist
Wh [...]
The Enchanted Library (Tanka)
The dead do not talk
Silent: lips sealed, unspeaking
Conversation ended.
But from these pages of books
They speak in the library
From a writing prompt at a Facebook tanka group “Tanka on Site”
var OB_platformType=3; var OB_PlugInVer=\'8.0.0.0_Regular\';
Once There Dwelt A Scotsman
Once there lived a Scotsman
Whose years nobody knew
Who was seen by all in town
And known by very few.
For men, for loners such as he
Were left that way… alone…
Scorn and pity and indifference
By the townspeople to him was shown.
This Scotsman was nobody
None knew from where he came
Bar the obvious. from Scotland…
Few even k [...]
Out West Looks the Lady
This poem in Irish | German
She looks out across the sea.
There is no more land to the eye
But water, out, out to the sky,
And on the strand she’s walking.
She seeks out a boat on the water
For when it comes home again.
There is a sad face on the girl.
She is but 19 years.
There are others by the sea,
Children full of delight.
When they look [...]
