“It's gettin' hard to please 'em
You start to feel the rub
You know it isn't easy
Well, welcome to the club
Come on and join us in the club.”
– Joe Walsh
The marquee glares with brilliant light.
A talent takes stage to delight.
Too many hours, too long the show
Painful pressure in too hot glow.
How much more can they surely take
before they crumble and then break?
They are ever pressured for more
and always seem stressed to the core.
What more is left after they give
memories for fans to relive?
Choking on their artistic fame,
each breath becomes a burning flame.
Fraught with fear of losing the edge.
closer and closer they get to the ledge,
Woefully, they bend, twist, and crack;
pushed too far to ever come back.
Might 27 be given
to those depressively driven?
Another club’s members alive;
the ones who struggle, yet survive.
Categories:
walsh, dark, death, depression, pain,
Form: Couplet
Watch it walsh a second more
What would be too late for shore
To see it come when nothing matters
Though once again you knew some tatter
To say you'll find it still a latter
when all you travel comes and gathers
For what is love but by the way
When seas will turn the rivers beiygh
Categories:
walsh, food,
Form: Quatrain
Stop condemning and you will not be condemned. Luke 6:36
Years ago at crowded bonfire, I made a friend. We stood next to the fire chatting, our faces lit with love as we discovered our shared interests and joys. While we spoke, someone rook a photo. I later showed the photo to my new friend, who wrote caption for it. “Friends hold a mirror up to each other”-Aristotle
Friendships like this reveal a pattern: As friends grow to know and love the other, the friends begin to imitate each other subtle and significant ways.
Today’s readings invite us to consider how we see God and how God sees us. Is Christ a friend, holding out a mirror? Does friendship with Christ help us know mercy and compassion? I know that judgment and condemnation are not the response that Jesus has for my name and sorrow. I also know that condemnation is not what others need from me; they need to see a reflection of God’s love, a friend.
Sr. Julia Walsh, F.S.P.A.
Categories:
walsh, christian, fate, god, jesus,
Form: Narrative
Inspire by the quote
"... that illness is not a sign of spiritual weakness, but of
spiritual strength."-Neale Donald Walsh
Each day as I awake
The pain becomes very real
As I drag myself out of bed
Every sore muscle is what I feel
Some times I wonder
"what did I do to deserve this pain"
Then I remember why,
It's for the wisdom my soul will gain
I've been shown by this illness
How strong I can truly be
One day from this physical body
And illness I will be truly free
This physical illness is mine
In this life it's my burden to bear
But it will help my soul grow
Ascending into His loving care
We all chose our path in life
Long before we are ever born
Each decision that we make
Every Rose and every thorn.
But when this life's road
Is over and your job is done
Spiritual strength and pure love
Is what will be won.
Categories:
walsh, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Son of a legend, and the greatest of Danes,
A towering keeper with success in his veins,
From a boy at United he’s developed and grown,
And now Kaspar Schmeichel as a Champion is known.
A tireless worker on the right of defence,
With both pace and great timing mixed with tactical sense,
Though with less of the fuss that surrounds his team mates,
Danny Simpson belongs on the roll of fox greats.
The captain of Austria and a bit of a lad,
Though defensive at first, an attacking launch pad,
He is sure to be present in the history books,
He’s our Austrian left back, Christian Fuchs.
A man or a mountain, or a Teutonic knight,
Standing strong in the tackle, always up for the fight,
He’s a twice honoured champion, not too long in the tooth
He is known by just one word, and that word is Huth.
He’s the captain of captains, he’s our fearless fox leader,
Made a bang in the premier like a blue Al Queda,
He is Wesley (Wes) Morgan or Big Wes to his mates,
And he’s up there with Walsh and the rest of the greats.
Categories:
walsh, football,
Form: Blank verse
Just stopping by to say Hey,
to all my pals at The NSA.
Did you enjoy your day watching me,
from my flat screen TV,
or from my laptop that I use frequently,
or from,.. hmmm, let's see,
Well, from any of those other devices that give you that ability?
To all of my pals and gals at the NSA.
I am very sorry if I wasted the bulk of your day,
having to watch me jam my air guitar all day long,
to my favorite Joe Walsh and other solo guitar songs.
One of my favorite Joe Walsh Songs to jam my air guitar to,
but its title regarding me couldn't be further from the truth.
Joe Walsh - Life's Been Good
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=BXWvKDSwvls
Categories:
walsh, political, satire,
Form: Rhyme
My dear old cockatoo
You know that I love you.
You with your sulfur crest,
You by far are the best.
Your pure white, soft feathers
Tell me of endeavors
You braved the howling wind
And found your way across
The Pacific ocean.
Your bold and beady eyes
Tell me of your courage
Your role as a leader
Commanding entire flocks
To pass the resistance.
Your curved and beaky beak
Tells me of your troubles
In co-operation
With your friend cockatoos
But you got on with your life.
You conquered what seemed
Impossible
And found your way here.
You've been with me for
The last fifty years.
My dear old cockatoo,
You know I love you.
Leanne Walsh
07/08/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Categories:
walsh, bird, creation, dedication,
Form: I do not know?
Aching is my heart for you
Withering my very soul.
A crack will turn me pale blue
Only you can halt the toll.
Teresa of Calcutta
Empathize for my poor sake.
Why not look at this nutter
Hoping to be yours to take.
After all, I am to blame
Killed of my wonderful good.
All I am is a failed game
Prayers to you under my hood.
Only the faithful are helped
Not because of selfishness
Of sheer gratitude for life.
By Leanne Walsh
07/07/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Categories:
walsh, prayer,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Trauma, but of a different kind
Zero time to say goodbye
Don't waste your breath now, you have none left!
It is too late now, hadn't you guessed?
A secret palace inside my head
No judges waiting up ahead
But a silk white dove to hear my thoughts
Taking away the life I brought.
This is my shelter from the world.
Now thanks to me for this paradise
Just as well I never thought twice
This palace is home but to a queen
A place countless others never have seen.
I'm not coming back! No matter how hard you try
I've already vowed my goodbye
It wasn't hard to make the decision
Because you bags of rats
Made me feel like I was in prison.
By Leanne Walsh
07/22/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Categories:
walsh, betrayal, crazy, goodbye,
Form: I do not know?
Warriors are no longer raging,
Women are no longer singing.
Firelight prances inside Seth's eyes,
dancing over Giza he cries:
"Fire! Fire! It will find you all
Even those who refuse to fall,
So even if you escape my deadly chant
Your ashes shall lie where living things aren't.
"If you would try to save the day,
It will be hell you'd have to pay.
I shall breathe my fatal breath
Upon those of you who run from death.
"Your pharaohs shall kneel before me crying
To be set free without you all dying,
But my deserts remain hot as ever
And none can escape - not even the clever.
"Only the faithful to me shall be spared,
So yes, the ones who have never cared.
They'll ball their fists and bare their teeth at Ra!"
"Forever obeying me."
By Leanne Walsh
04/20/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Categories:
walsh, arabic, bereavement, dance, death,
Form: Lay
I wish I could be as gorgeous as you are now. Strong and strong-willed. Muscled and lean. Compact, hard, soft, curved. Covered in sand. You are all long legs, tendons straining to push muscles further. You are all long hair tied back, braided. Concentration written on your face. 4 girls. 1 net. 1 ball. 21 points. And you are a glowing beast.
Dedicated to Misty May-Treanor and Kerry Walsh.
Categories:
walsh, inspirational, sports,
Form: Free verse
When as a wee gal so small
there was a friend and we play dolls
She was a little Christian girl
who opened her heart to a heathen’s world.
Christmas had come and she got cash
into her piggy she did stash
for one day in summer we’d shop
for troll dollies with carrot tops!
Not quite enough pennies or dimes
were in my purse my doll to find
so she used all the cents in hers
to get twin dollies with skirts!
Home that day, she was put to bed
Dad was mad at the money spent.
To her room went she, no tear cried
my best friend with the soft blue eyes.
*dedicated to my best childhood friend Christine Walsh
Categories:
walsh, caregiving, childhood, friendshipfriend, friend,
Form: Light Verse
A land that captures your attention;
encapsulate your thoughts of natural beauty and tranquility
A land of divine sunshine.
A place of seashores; a land with momentum water drop falls, exquisite white
sand beaches, winding rivers and streams.
Famous for its dazzling and enchanting creatures.
Picturesque greenery with blue mahoes, palms and coconut trees,
A place of much flora and fauna;
with dandelions, roses and lilies.
From plains to valleys to beautiful species of birds and bees.
A land with people,
people of different pride and creed.
Our rock solid history of hardship and struggle to a future of power and strength.
A land of much energy.
Our thrilling reggae music led by the great Bob Marley
Courtney Walsh, Merlene Ottey and Veronica Campbell legends of sport.
A land with rich food and culture
Oh can we forget our: rice and peas, jerk chicken and pork, boiled bananas,
ackee and saltfish and rundun.
This place that distinguishes us from the rest.
Yes! a land full of flavour our land Jamaica.
Categories:
walsh, nature, people, places, visionary,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)