Long Maypole Poems

Excitedly we travelled to the fair.
   As fragrant scents of flowers filled the air.
   Dawns gift of light showing sights enthralling.
   Dewdrops mirror, broken pearlstrings falling.
   Sunshine...

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I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.

My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking...

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I

I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest 
To concrete electrocution. 
I am distilled from Suburbia and...

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Imagine if seeds of trees hatched to Tree-lings.
Seedlings with two trunk legs and root feet
Bodies like humans covered in bark
Arm branches with finger shoots and leaves
Head with eyes, nose, ears and mouth
Like those cut into...

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Your chosen name was Sarah
So named many moons ago

Nursing my growing belly
Consumed by the moonlight glow

Watching above twinkling starlight
So planned whole life with you

Thinking before you were born
As Sarah inside me grew

You were my total...

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The Mystery Of Girls.

When I was just a nipper
And I was very small
I didn’t really like girls
At all

I found most were very spiteful
And when at primary school
No one wanted to kiss me
When we played in...

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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
                       in our backyard to...

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The other day, I saw my mother sitting in a chair.
She was staring at the TV, but she knew that I was there.
The television was not on; it had been off all day.
I don't know...

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Crowned May Queen


As the music flows in my mind and soul in cheer
I dance around on my toes in the sun kissed fragrant fields
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass yields
With a breath of life...

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I remember the bedspread upon which we slept, checkered and wrinkled;
I remember the green plastic cups and cigarette butts, littered.
I remember a painted face, laughing as we danced on Halloween,
The lines of cocaine on the...

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I


Won’t You come imbibe golden
icicle Satori with Me?


You say it’s my decision
 to make
              With softly chosen plans, 

You say it’s up...

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LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE

Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine
as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole.
Behold, this sky high pole of bright crayon colors,
they speak slowly about life...

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I wandered lonely as a cloud* 
to places far and wide
I often thought it would be fun 
to rain down on a bride
Or maybe on a summer Fete
as rain is something people hate
When dressed up...

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May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be 
the  only free day when no workers  joined
the throng of people shuffling looking already tired
to...

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Morning assembly
Classroom hell
Couldn't count couldn't spel
School books and fountain pens
Playing in the playground with all my friends
Gobstoppers and chewing gum
Plastic sandals boys shorts to hide your bum
Wax crayons and powder paint
Rembrandt I never was and...

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As the music flows in my mind and soul, 
I dance around in the sun kissed fragrant fields, 
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass. 
With a breath of life, the day is near, ...

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Lady, weave Your circle tight
With a web of living light 
Earth and Air and Fire and Water
Bind us to you.


MacDermot, the Prince of Coolavin came
to Connachta a fair maiden to win,
as the maypole rose a...

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over the bridge
  to 'western street
&parminters for savoury
    sausage meat

along by
            the slaughterhouse
in silver lane
pop into jones&cocks
  out of...

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A Night of Walpurgis
By Sy Roth

The April moon hung in the sky
Full, like nightshade fighting off the darkness
The strident masses hung about the street corners
Chests puffed out readying to rid the night 
With Walpurgis bonfires...

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Once upon a time in the land of the Hobbits, 
Fili was annoyed.  He wanted excitement.
He was the youngest of the twelve dwarves,
Dressed in a blue cloak and sporting a yellow beard,
He entered into...

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I remember it well.
The feeling was swell.
It happened once a year;
An event most precious and dear.
The fragrance was in the air.

It was still mid-Spring, but from the sky,
There protruded the aroma of summer.
I hasten to...

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i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing 
peek-a-boo with my soul

i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to...

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May, sensuous and fresh, I wait
For you to come down the rock gate
Eyes sunlit and dreaming
Bosom flowered with charm of late
While boyhood confused hesitate
For your abrupt leaving

I have longed since then to behold
Long legged like...

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My childhood memories of spring's return
are filled with butterflies, florets, and ferns,
of saving baby birds who fell from nests
and Maypole dancing, colored ribbon fests.

Those daisy wings above Lantana bush
were cause to thrill me, make my...

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