Long Conger Poems

I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden
Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine
Like ‘throw it all in the one pan dishes’ and crystal ball cooking galore
Never...

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Remember when that flash of insight
last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts
blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt.
A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, beautiful.
To some this flash of aha is called...

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Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday
three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay
we anchored up and cast six rods over a sunken wreck
hoping for the catch...

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He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood
or his Mam
I found dead on the floor

his Dad’s cancer
or his younger brother
not once, during the best years of my life

he fixed cars
with a pipe slowly smoking

a...

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They demean your value and destroy your image,
utter wild cries like creatures in pain,
their expressions change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope,
faces change with each turn of their talk, 
like a wheat-field under a summer...

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High above, through the clouds I see 
Snow covered mountain peaks. 
High above I soar inside a gentle, 
Calming atmosphere of peace. 
I do wonder at times why I am so free 
To that and...

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She brightened like a child whose broken toy is glued together,
summon tears as one summons servants,
 and danced like a flower in the wind.

She disclaimed the weariness, 
that dragged upon her spirits like leaden weights,...

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I Let It Slip Away 

I let it slip away, my freedom said goodbye, 
as I sat in a cell of abuse pain and neglect; 
life is blasé I can’t conger up a why. 

You...

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What images does the word magic conger,
a prestidigitator or mystic spell?
Some believe belief makes sorcery stronger;
but wizards are tricksters with something to sell,
pretending to master the secrets of Hell.

Illusionists' tricks help deceive the eye,
like hidden...

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I spent my life wishing that I was out fishing
And quite often that's where I’d be
When asked the attraction my instant reaction
Was that it was born into me

My mother, no lie, made a tasty fish...

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So faintly slow comes the dawning
upon a lonely soul,
as he trudges down the high way
to reach his life long goal.

A bend or two to conger.
A river that must be crossed.
A storm or two to walk...

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Old Friends


Adrift upon the ocean’s torrent waves
two friends feel the gist of the Neptune’s knaves 
they feel impending danger while deluged
the mate seeks the trawler’s bow for refuge

the trawler capsized near the maelstrom’s spur
that reeks...

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