BARRY
A young man was called Barry Kirk
On our farm for a while he did work
taught me how to catch fish
for the big one I'd wish
He indicated where trout liked to lurk
GEORGE
George financially now on the skids
Has fathered way too many kids
many girlfriends and wives
kid twenty nine now arrives
States no more with a blink of both of his eyelids
SURNAME MAGUIRE
A man with surname Maguire
Some children he wanted to sire
took a woman to bed
let's do it she said
Satisfied his burning desire
ANOREXIC
Anorexic she's poorly and thin
No muscle strength found from within
bent in the middle
whilst playing the fiddle
Her sister an identical twin
TATTOO
This man a tattoo on his tummy
Looked like the face of his Mummy
he never grew up
remains a young pup
Age thirty eight still sucks on a dummy
MILLIE
An unfortunate madam called Millie
Stood on the end of Tom's willy
he cried out in pain
don't do that again
It'll shrink even more when it's chilly
Love emerges from nowhere’s
Ignoring boundaries and background
Still try to cope with new environment
With abundant hope
Well, its heart choice
You need to console yourself
Still some night feels like nightmare
You just need to stay cheerful
Once strong proactive girl
Fell in love with the man
Even with plenty differences
She hugs him tight
Don’t know where the future goes
They married keeping it quite
Once aggressive man
Change himself and became calmer
Once silly girl
Change herself into strong character
Sometimes they fight but they fix
Their love is like a thread
Any misunderstanding can break
But they ties their love everyday
It’s a different feeling
Falling in love with person
Opposite to everything
But it’s enjoyable
You will get to learn enormous things
Mummy don't leave me today.
Mummy he hurts me again and again
Mummy I'm sorry I upset you
Mummy of course I'll go again.
News in the paper of a little girls death
News in the paper of the abuse
News in the paper of a grieving mother
News in the paper of a life gone too soon.
Cries the mother who didn't heed the cry
Cries the mother who failed to hear
Cries the mother who sent her there
Cries the mother for her dead child.
mummy girl grew out of Farmer Bill’s pumpkin patch
For the rest of us, she was an invincible, humorous match
She sat among the pumpkins and put us down in a batch
A horrible little October gift, she was, and she could snatch.
She had claws that reached out and grabbed us by the toes.
She threw us down, and laughed at our skinned kneed woes
Mummy girl was getting bigger, so were her arms and her nose.
We cleared out of there, running through the corn rows.
angry mummy was so irritated his eyes turned blue
They were usually black, so this was surprising too
Someone had provoked him, made him totally mad
He turned from a good guy into kind of a cad.
We stayed out of his way that weird Halloween night.
He was scary and nasty, a quintessentially horrible fright
what happened? We wondered, but no one dared to ask.
He was terrifying us all, and he did not wear a mask.
The one who brought us from Eden,
Suffered pains out of fun.
The one who learnt months of burden,
Knows mom is never done...
Living for others;
Amazing are all mothers
That nurture brothers.
The one whose perfect frown laughs cool;
Such spirited calm hints,
The one whose tragedies hide rule
So strict like dad's imprints...
Giving prompt warning,
To sustain cruel forewarning.
Mom's own- adorning!
The one who travel down smiles path
Before laughter runs miles...
The one whose pain gives joy footpath
That joy storms all pains guiles-
Building up real soul-
Each for love to be made whole,
And strip pains off goal.
"Mummy, Mummy, cuddle!"
Sliding back from hospital,
kids been at the cousins.
"Let's watch a pizza,
eat a Christmas movie."
Granny on the phone,
celebrating daughter going home.
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crumpled foil glints near
Unwrap sale-proof bandages?
—Halloween clearance woes
“This mind is a nightingale, featherless, forever restless”
This body is a mummy, lifeless, forever breathless
So what’s your excuse for a blind date?
My boyfriend cheated on me, what’s yours?
Caught my mum in bed with my girlfriend.
Did you say anything?
No, she was on top, so I didn’t want to do anything
Did you tell your Dad
No, my Dad's girlfriend killed him when she found out he was married.
Wow, you don’t have a sister, do you?
I do, but she’s not allowed within ten miles of the house.
Is she a psycho or what?
No, she smashed a chair over Mum's head when she caught her in bed with her boyfriend.
What, your mum was on top again.
I suppose so, it’s not really a picture I want to see.
Do you have a photo of your mum?
Yes, that’s her there.
Wow, I don’t usually have lesbian tendencies, but I’d do your mum.
Yes, a lot of people want to do my mum, I don’t get it.
Can I meet her?
Why the hell would you want to meet her?
I don’t know, can I be your girlfriend?
Is this so you can meet my mum?
Of course not, can I go home with you now?
My god, what is wrong with you, woman?
Can I meet your sister, why don’t we get married?
We’ve only just met.
I know, but I already feel part of the family.
beneath the sands where time and shadows meet
there lies the tomb of one who cursed his breath
a pharaoh bound by pride his own defeat
entombed in gold and wrapped in linen death
his sightless gaze guards treasures in his depth
his name is lost but still his power stays
a ghostly force to haunt the desert’s haze
to those who seek his wealth with greedy hands
beware the curse that waits in shifting sands
no gems or gold will save you from his wrath
his vengeance lies in every winding path
the dunes will turn and bury where you stand
and whispers fill the air to mock your cries
as ancient winds ensure no soul survives
turn back now traveler leave his tomb behind
or feel the weight of centuries confined
this pharaoh guards his world with ruthless might
his curse will haunt you far beyond the night
the desert’s song will claim your heart and mind
a warning left to echo in the gloom
beware the curse that lingers in his tomb
Mummy says you don’t deserve living,
She says you are wicked,
She says you don’t anything good,
She has never said good about you,
She spits fire as far as you are concerned,
She you burden
She says the day she met you,
She wasted her life,
She spread doom on herself,
She says that after if all,
You ran away.
She says that she is trying to forget you,
But it is hard,
Because you introduced to the world of adults,
Don’t bother to say sorry,
Because mere seeing you makes her curse the day.
Please let her press her wounds,
Let her caress her wounds,
To heal,
Don’t add salt to her wounds,
Mummy Calls You Burden.
Hello mummy, how are you
I believe you’re here on earth
And of course, your life is new
And perhaps you gave a birth
To some other child, somewhere
In a better place than ours
I was bad, I lacked the care
About you, when after hours
You expected me to talk
But I had a will to hide
Used to go out for a walk
In the darkness of the night
At the 4 o’clock next morning
Usually I returned
I don’t know if you were yearning
Never cared what you have thought
Dear mummy, please excuse me
I remember your sweet voice
Hope your living now is easy
And this time you had a choice
Happy Mother’s day, my dear
You are always deep within
Sometimes I do miss you near
Much more often, than it’s been.
The nights are the worst.
so lonely.
wanting to hold you,
the pillow becomes your skin.
Arms wrapped around it,
face buried
in nonexistent raven hair
that is yours, but not yours.
arms clasped around
and folded into sheets
that in my hazy dream state
become our hands,
holding hands as we walk
in the park.
Wrapped in and around this
tear stained fabric
we kiss, and I cry
knowing you're only a ghost,
lips I created and neck I kiss made
as real as can be in your absence.
I no longer know where
you begin, and I end.
Every night
I recreate you,
wrap myself around you
tangled sheets
lost in UN-reciprocated desire
wrapped up in my longing
for you and only you
like a mummy, a lonely mummy.
Seeking immortality
A mummy on this plot
Death but a formality
My body withers not
Nestled in a hidden tomb
The last Egyptian king
Lying in a golden room
Beneath the falcon's wing
My fate is unmistakened
This curse on my demise
On judgement day awakened
Once more my soul to rise
A prophecy of the blind
Who foretold what's in store
Reigning terror on mankind
And death forever more
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