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What, Where, Who
If I where asked the what, where, who
That drives me to write poetry
I’d say that if I only knew
I’d leave right now this misery
But I’m afraid I’m not the sort
To answer in straight fashion
I have to offer my retort
With words of heartfelt passion
For just the other day I found
Encounter gave me food for thought
Soon the words they were outbound
Jumbled as they rushed and fought
Though ne’er the less inspired me
To battle on my way
Look toward the end and see
Which words I could display
Confess do I quite openly
That I am ignorant
Of poetry’s technology
Coz grasp it I just can’t
I wouldn’t know a what’s it called
From a what’s its name
In my mind won’t stay installed
Confusion is its game
But I somehow, find I can
Muddle through at best
Organise a crafty plan
And set my brain the test
For out there I see loneliness
Suffering and pain
A world in turmoil and distress
That cannot stake its claim
I look for every trait in man
Into the soul I stare
At his betrayal and flim-flam
Also the ladies fair
Dear love will always be there
And so will Demon war
And my thoughts on these I’ll share
Of that you can be sure
Laughter I would hope to bring
Sadness sometimes to the fore
Of natures forces I will sing
The list goes on galore
Yes I will write throughout the night
With hope to de-confuse
I’ll try to offer some insight
By giving up my muse
So now you know the what and where
But what about the who
Inspiring people are out there
Who knows - it could - be you
And what about that misery
I spoke of up above
Well, I gave that up for music
Of the poetrysoupers love x
Located in the country town of Ennis, in the Banner County of Clare
Is the ivy clad Old Ground Hotel, and to enter mice wouldn't dare
Because OG is in residence, who wears a fur coat and has green eyes
And the last little mouse to try his luck there, was taken by surprise.
T'was one cold December night, that this mouse decided that he'd raid
And wasn't until he was in the dining room, realised the error that he'd made
He'd heard a loud hiss and seized with terror, ran all the way to Poets Bar
But he was certainly no match for OG's speed, and alas didn't get very far.
OG put out a statement, via the press office at the Old Ground Hotel
To all the mice in Ennis I'm warning you, stay away and all will be well
I move like a bullet at lighting speed and prisoners I will never take
If you come within one mile of here, you'd better organise your wake.
Word quickly spread in the mousey world, the Old Ground is out of bounds
Because faithful OG is forever vigilant, he's always patrolling the grounds
So if you want a mouse free stay, then I recommend the Old Ground Hotel
And for you it will be like paradise and for our mousey friends living hell.
He will welcome you when purring, as if to say "what have you got a for me"?
But don't fall for for his tricks, because he's treated well with caviar and brie
We have adopted him as our mascot for our family reunion in twenty three
And we all can't wait to meet that friendly feline, that cute bundle they call OG.
written on 26th October 2022
Have you taken a moment today
To think of the people important to you
Taken the time to talk to them
Or organise a catch-up that’s long overdue
Have you hugged a loved one today
Or simply said “ I love you”
Told them how much they mean to you
Or reached out to someone who’s feeling blue?
When was the last time you bought flowers
Or a gift for no reason whatsoever
Given a genuine compliment
Or did something special together
Have you extended the hand of kindness
Of unconditional love and support
Don’t leave it until next week or month
As life is way to short….
So, please just take a moment today
For the special ones that matter to you
An honest, kind word or gesture
That’s all you need to do !
My heart was pumping hard that day I faced the maddening crowd,
Despite the spinning in my head I stood there mighty proud.
Though racked with pain my reddened hand acknowledged them a wave
And to this day I've ne'er forgot, the accolades they gave.
It was a dream come true you see to stand there in that ring,
For rodeo was in my blood and one day I'd be king.
The beast I drew was mean and lean ... no Chainsaw I admit,
But still if I could just ride time I'd show them I had grit.
I'd limbered up behind the chute preparing for the ride,
Well knowing what was just ahead, but took it in my stride.
The chute boss called, "You've drawn chute five, get down and make it quick."
Then as I eyed the beast below ... I suddenly felt sick.
That brute it tried to climb the gate and bellowed cries of fear,
While chute hands fought to organise the necessary gear.
I felt the violent quiver of the hide between my chaps,
The smell of sweat, the cry of men ... a change of mind perhaps?
Too late I felt the rope pulled taut and shoved within my glove,
I thought it's now or never mate and sent a prayer above.
Then as I pulled my Colly down I yelled out, "Let him go!"
The gate flew open ... it was on ... 'twas time to rodeo.
With whites of eyes all full of hate that beast did twist and turn,
'Twas obvious my frame aboard was something he did spurn.
Eight seconds on this beast from hell seemed like eternity,
For ev'ry muscle which I owned screamed out in agony.
Between the jars and twists and turns I heard the crowd all cheer,
Then at long last that blessed sound of hooter in my ear.
The pick up man then pulled me clear and was I proud ... not half!
I'll ne'er forget that day old mate I rode that poddy calf.
Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I shipped right back.
I thought there wasn't much glitz or glamour,
And fought rough in a bit of a clamour.
Tuk-Tuk's going tut-tut, the hawkers piercing eyes and traders raise the price.
Welcome to Mumbai!
First, I met Tony, who promised to show me,
All the sights and sounds and where stuff might be found.
He exerted Rupees and expertly duped me,
But for a guided tour, I'd have expected to pay more.
My first "queue" for train tickets,
I was newly in the thick of it,
Could they organise a straight line?
They're walking on the train line!!
The infusion of livestock into the traffic,
My confusion and shock, all of this madness,
Each to their own, but, who the hell planned this?
But first impressions are often misleading,
Best get some rest, a wash and a feeding.
An open mind, that beliefs, often null and blind,
Just might find, can lead toward the fuller life.
From the mountains to the Thar desert,
Everywhere, I found was rather pleasant,
Lived like a king, paid like a peasant.
The colours everywhere and flowers worn in hair,
The spices on display and price you have to pay,
Surprises me to say, she'd grown upon me more each day.
And I had five months to travel through,
I bid a sad goodbye India, I'll see you real soon.
On scented breeze, she'd whispered to me,
As her saffron voice caressed my ears,
She hinted with ease and flickered desire,
While cinnamon curls lingered from her hair,
and nutmeg sweetened my dreams.
Head shaved to
floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years
Don't know what's in store for me
Cross my fingers and wait and see
Had a visit to the surgery for a routine appointment
Dr sat me down and sold me disappointment
Those tests you've had couldn't be worse
Get yourself home son an
book yourself a hearse
Head shaved to
Floods of tears,
Been told months
Pray for years,
Don't know whats in store for me
Cross my fingers and wait and see
I worry's for my lovely spouse
She'll see the death of her man of the house
She'll move on with the hands of time
It's such a pity those hands arnt mine.
Head shaved to,
floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years
Don't know what's
In store for me
Cross my fingers and wait and see
How do you tell your kids the news you've bin given
Can't tell them I'm dieing
Cos life is for livin
They'll have to learn to get on
Cos it wont be long before I'm gone
Head shaved to
Floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years.
Don't know what's in store for me cross my fingers and wait and see
Sat down and cryed like hell, trying to organise my funeral
I hope the wake wont look like the Mary Celeste
Mabe they'll contact renter guest
Head shaved to
floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years
Don't know what's in store for me Cross my fingers and wait and see
It's now approaching the dreaded day
priest brought in to help me pray
Waste of time
I'm on my way
"Oh dear theist",
Thus spoke the lord from the distant skies.
It never matters me,
the size of my idol you worship.
I fail to see,
those lumps of colours with which you drain me.
The forms of my idols that fancy you,
Do not fancy me.
A poor man's ball of rice,
and the rich man's delicious sweet make no difference.
Neither I see your wealth and power,
nor those enormous idols you keep.
I pity mankind,
for making me tall and tall over records.
I laugh seeing my idols to your left and right,
though you know, everywhere its me.
People prefer POP,
when mud and clay makes me even happy.
More I see, Your dedication in my decoration,
than your expected devotion.
My immersion,
you organise is a grand way, throttling traffic.
The decorative' s from my idol,
perish the fish and the tadpole.
A logic as simple as the buzz of the honey bee,
is all that the mankind lacks.
Purity in your heart,
and truth in your devotion is all what I see.
Service to the one in need,
gives me more pleasure than the tallest of the idols. #PSM
It was in the summer past,
When I had a raging cold.
I felt something move ‘down there’
It was protruding and bold.
No, it wasn’t my male part,
The lump was next to that.
I could feel a bit of discomfort,
When I sat.
I phoned my mum in Elgin,
And asked her what it could be.
‘I will tell you one thing, Christopher,
It sounds like a hernia, to me.’
A weakness in the stomach wall,
The muscle poking through.
To see about some surgery,
Is what I had to do.
Off I went to the doctor,
He would organise the op.
Hopefully in the next few months,
Then discomfort, it will stop.
Eight months later in theatre,
I finally get it done.
They put a needle in my hand,
I don’t even count to one.
Questioning the plaster by my hip,
And feeling as groggy as hell.
The nurses say to me ‘You’ve had your op,
Can’t you even tell?’
Being kept in overnight,
As there is no-one else at home.
The other patients have all gone now,
Me and two nurses alone!
Got a lift from the hospital,
Now staying at Angela and Neil’s
Being waited on hand and foot,
I could get used to how this feels.
I’ve taken the dressing off now,
There is bruising all around.
All my bits a blackened colour,
Praying they don’t fall to the ground.
Five weeks to recover,
By then I should be ok.
Back to work, lifting heavy goods,
Don’t happen again, is all I can say.
A restaurant on a beautiful island for kids
Remy from ratatouille is the chef of my restaurant
An expert in making boundless perfect blends
Cute kids can urge him anything they want
Seven dwarfs from snow white are the servers
Spider man and bat man will join them in occasions
They organise games to entertain the customers
I also hired some of the Disney princesses
Cindrella,Rapunzel,Snow white,Jasmine,
Aurora,Belle,Milan,Ariel and her sisters
Sing,dance and eat with the children.
Kids can also swing in Rapunzel's hair
Menu contains the healthy food of all nations
Since it is only for kids,I named it as Angels Inn
The best part is,I don't charge any fees
But I certainly need hugs and kisses
If I was ever brave enough
Pondering my feelings
What would I express to you
Could I let it all out
The depth and effect you have on me
Could I unravel it all
Make any sense of how I feel
Organise my thoughts
Engage your attention in me
Just so you get my groove
Its love I fear
So when you are near
I melt with the attraction
Emotion overwhelms
I only know how to run
Impressions from my past
Come forth to stamp a mark
That cautions me to stop
Not give in to my heart
Let you in or allow you to see
Give me the strength
Help me become brave
Push forward through the pain
That hinders me with restaint
Like barbwired in a cage
Nervous beats pounding
Distance myself
Layers of emotions
Like the evolving sea
I feel this within me
On the smooth shiny sand
You stand, guiding me in
Gently groping fragile rope
Pulling me toward the shore
To free me from my lonely raft
Finally a man who can help me see
Bringing me into the light
Shedding my old skin
All that has been locked away
Saturates me, I am finally free
Intensity that gravitates
Me to you, you to me
I am yours, you are mine
No longer do I run or hide
On the tip of my tongue
Embracing that I love you
We sit and ponder in a wine soaked haze
What can we promise to do from today.
To lose weight, or gain some, where it applies,
Yet we all know it's a pack of lies.
One thing I can tell you with honest breadth
I won't move house again, don't have the strength.
My new home is like a posh car boot sale
I feel like a tramp living in a cardboard jungle
I will try to be good, a fact I know that is true,
Too much to organise, to get home looking new.
No time to sit with feet up and coffee by side
Eating the biscuits, with the extra weight they supplied.
Will be a slim star, with objectives that's true
Poetry to write, art classes to go to,
My new year will be a good one, resolutions are small
I promise to smile, be happy, pleasant to all.
Penned 21 December 2015
Believe in individualism not compliance,
Etch your mark in existence with defiance.
You’re something special to behold,
Organise your mind and watch your dreams unfold.
Uplift disappointment with drive and ambition,
Reach for the moon and make the stars your fruition.
Sense the worth and value in your being,
Elevate cliché with a creative sightseeing.
Life is a big canvas for you to express yourself,
Find a passion and never let identity expire on the shelf.
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Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone....
Fingers moving rapidly to punch out these words...
Eyes focussed on the tiny panel of lighted words...
While outside, a carcophony of sounds from insects...
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone..
Thoughts tumbling heads over heels in my head alone...
Phrases take form and pander to the thoughts that's mine..
As I struggled to organise jumbled thoughts into line..
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone...
The night gets cold amd how I wished I was not alone..
A kindred soul is who I seek, it matters not from where..
To share thoughts and feelings, here and elsewhere...
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone...
Having doubts that I can continue life, single and all alone...
At work and in play, I have scaled the heights and the lows..
But come nightfall, who goes and who gets to stay I cannot say...
Have you taken a moment today
To think of the people important to you
Taken the time to talk to them
Or organise a catch-up that’s long overdue
Have you hugged a loved one today
Or simply said “ I love you”
Told them how much they mean to you
Or reached out to someone who’s feeling blue?
When was the last time you bought flowers
Or a gift for no reason whatsoever
Given a genuine compliment
Or did something special together
Have you extended the hand of kindness
Of unconditional love and support
Don’t leave it until next week or month
As life is way to short….
So, please just take a moment today
For the special ones that matter to you
An honest, kind word or gesture
That’s all you need to do !
It's Christmas time again
And it seems I am the winner
Because I drew the short straw
To host the Family Christmas Dinner
I'm stressing out already
Although it's still a month away
There's so much to organise
I should have started yesterday
I will cook way too much food
To cater for various dietary ways
But at least there will be leftovers
Crammed in the fridge for days
We will all eat far too much
Then some will need a nana nap
While others will be arguing
About politics and crap
The kids will spill their pudding
On themselves and on the floor
Some sentimental ornament
Will be broken, that's for sure
Grandad will be shouting
Because he's gone completely deaf
And Aunty Prue found wandering
(Honestly, we thought she'd left)
But at the end of the night, exhausted
When the dishes are finally done
I'll remember the day fondly
And look forward to the next one
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