Best Lucan Poems
Confidence and believing are two ingredients
that we all need to realise the vision
throughout life doubts fill the mind
lacking that something to make decision
Throughout life struggled in speech
stammering non fluent whatever it be
but thinking I can't speak normal like
always believing it can't be done not by me
Filled by doubts of the next word
always not able unsure tongue tied
telling one self cannot do it
all of one hopes have nearly died
On my wedding day believing I can do it
to say my vows fluently complete
this I did confident believing anew
no stammer that day it did delete
Even the speech at reception went fine
what a day to see vision realise
even just for these moments
makes one's confidence certainly rise
(This came from thinking on the following quote-
"There is no faster way to bring about misfortune than to think it is coming.
Thought is a powerful force, and it is a creative tool
that many people give little energy to --
or abandon in the face of any real threat
to safety or stability.
What are you worried about today? Why?
Rather than worry about it, would it not be
a better use of your mental time to visualize
a positive outcome? Use your mind in this way today
and you will have tapped one of the most
extraordinary tools God has placed in your hand
for the creation of your tomorrows.") - F.L. Lucan
In their coloured anoraks
I see young people canoeing
swinging their oars as they cut and dip
into the frothy waters.
Around me, daffodil bulbs
shoot stalks out of damp earth,
and falling water clears my head
of office banter and tedious days.
This Lord
life’s flawed
Has strife
hits wife
Divorce
on course
In house
his spouse
He kills
blood spills
NOT wife
more strife
He fled
girl dead
Sand dune
clothes strewn
He lied
he’d died
3/5/19
In their coloured anoraks
I see young people canoeing
swinging their oars as they cut and dip
into the frothy waters.
Around me, daffodil bulbs
shoot stalks out of damp earth,
and falling water clears my head
of office banter and tedious days.
Wise woman sent for her the usual way. Dream summons.
Marna headed to the mystical cliffs at first inkling of dawn.
Lucan followed of course, being her main wolf-worshipper.
They walked in a hypnotical, rhythmic way, relishing their silence.
A nocuous smell met them at the grasslands.
Lucan sniffed curiously but lingered not when he saw his
Mistress ignore the dead thing that had recently been exhumed.
Marna and Lucan, her wolf, were chosen soulmates at birth- formidable
But together, today, as seasoned as they were, Lucan felt invincible too.
Marna stopped suddenly, and lifted her index paw. Lucan ran his ears up.
Something was watching; they both felt it. The only movement was the grass.
Armed with a nice new stabber, Marna stood immobile, listening.
She and Lucan both reveled in the cold sanctity of the grasslands.
Lucan’s ears were up, full throttle, and he was surveying to the west,
So Marna surveyed to the east. Nothing yet. She sensed it behind the waterfalls.
Whatever it was had the potential to morph into something worse.
Should she shape-shift? She listened hard, feeling spirit strongly with her.
Not yet, her ancestors told her, get there first. Transmogrification takes
A lot of energy. She felt strongly she needed to retain all the strength she could.
She nodded to Lucan and they went together as one to face their destiny.
Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.
The lords of the Ascendancy express paternal care
By flaunting all their privileges of wealth,
While tenant souls like Gilgamesh subsist on gospel words
Unsuited for the maintenance of health.
The famine’s grip was guaranteed by what was done to help;
The landlords’ ledgers chronicled events.
The mighty Earl of Lucan and the rest lived absentee,
Their middlemen kept busy squeezing rents.
So, Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh,
And climbed aboard a packet ship in Cobh.
He authored his own epic as an immigrant at large,
To brave the flood and find a decent job.
Gilgamesh O'Malley left his home for foreign shores.
Should the Fates condemn your destiny, his fortune could be yours.
Lucan Cranach the elder
as a portraitist voyeur
excelled in his faraway faces
glassy -eyed &highlighted traces