Short Mummers Poems
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A shout and cry
Hurried steps
Chasing each other
Mongrel howling
Eyes peeping behind blinds
Security lights lighting up
Sighs of relief
Mutted mummers
Danger is over for now
sweltering heat waves
smiles, and uproars of cute kids ~
cool delightful pools
Christmass season is now here.!
Celebrating the birth of our King,!
Thus heaven has blessed our kingdom here !
As the new holder of the crown is now a queen.!
A new era has begin,!
Mummers came to sing,!
Under the mistletoe they are all kissing,!
Wassailers were all drinking,!
Duke and duchess were dancing,!
Hail to the new born King,!
Thou shall blessed our reigning queen.!
Love should be cherished and held tightly
Love is not something to be taken lightly
When you fall in love your heart flutters
And your brain mummers
I think love is that lovely feeling
And no matter what love gives that healing
Love endures and trusts
And always show you the musts
Never give up on the one you love
Because if you trust and cherish love will help you rise above!!!
To a Neighbor Back from War
First of all, your mind.
The chimes must stop,
the drums, the horns,
as well. Finally, the long,
the wild parade
of mummers crazed
you must spade off
the way my Daddy,
years ago,
when I was four,
on a bright St. Patrick's Day,
turned the soil in Mother's garden,
cursed the British
one more time
then drove his spade,
while Mommy screamed,
through the neck
of a garden snake.
Donal Mahoney
sunset spins sad sky
in raging red and crimson
the
fireball waves goodbye
birds fly to their nest
a tiresome day ends at dusk
and
night fills with moonlight
smiling stars appear
nude night dresses in calmness
while
wind mummers to moon
new day born at dawn
sunshine brightens lonely sky
and
new hopes come to life.
April 3, 2016.
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To float on the sea
is a delight for me.
To be rocked by waves that
urges, surges and mummers
a welcome aboard from the sea,
is giddy gosh, gleeful to me.
The prods, prompts, jostles and
pulses of the waves that caress
my body or vessel's hull
is like masseur's touch -
comforting, warming, healing and relieving me.
For water is the matrix, mater
and milieu that comforts me
in its arms, supporting me
to float so effortlessly,
gracefully, weightlessly
in free-form bliss.