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Eileen R. Kelly Poem
You'll not see determination
like it...
this spirit sailed across
seven seas...
even as a child I fondly
recall it...
I knew I was different...
for what I believe...
for instance rich kids
down the road for their
Christmas a trampoline
they received...
they refused me entry...
so I took to hills...
walked off all disharmony...
whilst up there I found a
bog in it a dead cow lodged...
this cow bloated like any
fair ground balloon could be...
so I climbed aboard her and
I bounced all day...
cost me nothing my soul
in tact...
...thinking back...lucky
the old cow didn't burst
or crack...
it's the universe you see
the higher power understands
watches over me...
I often think of that day...
the spirit of the poor...
is rich...
Where there is a will there
is a way.
anyhow those same kids
they got tired of jumpin
up and down...
so they came to our house
we teamed up played rugby
instead...
for I knew from an early age
as young as five it is not t'ings
that bring fulfillment...
it is other people and love that
bring us this full of life...that we
feel inside...
Tis the Irish in me...
this spirit I believe...
the spirit that sailed
seven seas
...the spirit from above
Tis the Irish in me...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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devils' cannot go round corners'
evil cannot bend-
it is mostly found in madmen
...in many cases
"some married men"
they all wear bare face masks,
the evil of the deciever is located
in their eyes...connected to a rotten
heart...here the deceit is beating...
..."sin salivating demon"...
they are frustrated fallen women...
predators of women and children,
you can find them on your t.v
preaching Christian words,...
more lies...
the flesh of young
they love to torture,
another so called "Christian, politician"
to be exact, preaching against
child molestation,
found himself in prison,
for raping children,...that's a fact
the devils work, gives lips service
to that of a spiritual demon flirt
none of you can be trusted,
you are all potential rapists'
just a matter of time
before your a%s is busted,
before the truths' uncovered
you Christian
ass holes point the finger at gays...
when you are the real reason
why you go to church and pray
it is not to find your faith,
for you have none at the start,
...for you wouldn't do
the kinds of things
that break a childs heart...
you know it is only a matter of time
before your life falls apart ...
hang your head in shame you bastard!!!
hang your head in shame...
you're the reason why women leave men
why so many despise your type
the heart of this man is not be trusted...
from experience this logic commands
...another supposed family man...
Hiding behind his family...his wife
don't preach to me you sinner...
all of you make me laugh...
you won't find me in one of churches
your mind bending cult...
perfectly built to house sinners
your the ones' who take it up the a#s
this so called religion
you hide behind...
you yourself a joke...
Now I could write a passage
of compassion-be a real bleeding
heart...
but as adults who are we protecting
here...the child...or these nobs
these predators...that steal
a childs innocence...a childs dreams
there is no compassion
only an abyss I cannot forgive
anyone...anyone for this...
for these kids
a life of nightmares dark shadows
and silent screams...they'll either end up
victims...or brave courageous...
strong and determined human beings...choose a life
of love somehow become a beautiful
loving person...
for devils only walk straight lines...
in God you will repent...
in God there is no pretence...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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A bad man came
when I was four
he did bad things
I couldn't find
the door
A bad man came
when I was fourty one
this time he came
with a mask and gun
FLASH BACKS! FLASH BACKS!
hells run a ground
stay calm, stay cool,
grandmas' spirit is a round
I am older now -
his wrath will save us both
his crime exposed with
my promise, and your oath
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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Eileen R. Kelly Poem
I will sit in silence...
feel your warmth...
the spice of life
cinnamon and sugar...
the bark of the tree
no longer lingers...
with an orange in her
pocket there she will
peel...so scarce...
today without share...
lemons lemons everywhere
not a drop to quell this thirst...
sunshine on my shoulder
without shade I tend burn
she could fall into
her mirror...
drink tea and fairy cakes...
...grab her top hat...
...not her style...
she'll stand firm with
her subject...forgive herself
allow her mind to float
elsewhere...
she'll study the spine of
wind in willows her memory
fondly recalls...
for in her life stress levels
rise...her mindset scrambles
for the positive...once more...
she has no one but herself
to blame...her passion
unleashed runs rife...
...she has to now work
twice as hard to relieve
this life of strife...
suddenly...reality hits...
in minds eye a plump plum
before her...
she laughs out loud...
melody of acceptance...rings
we rebuild what we have
done...now the big fix we bring...
life is not simple...the choices
determine our fate...
but for risk what a miserable
boring existence we ourselves
forsake...
...it won't fall from the sky...
character strengthened...
only from real life...
...this truth is my truth...
not plagiarized...
I won't reach for a rosary
my direct line will suffice...
this thing I've done...
was great...greater things
to come from self sacrifice...
the faith the believing
in oneself is the essence
of my healing...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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My sister left her smile
at my house...
I found it and put it on...
Her smile laden with many memories
full of warmth joy through embattled
laughter...and song...
Her courage outright distinguished...
Like a rested storm...finally free...
...As I stood in the mirror...
Her smile smiled back at me...
for this is what it said...
I wear this smile with pride...
I wear this smile with pride...
For this smile leads me into a new day...
This smile ignores me not...
It reminds me - of the fun I
have at play...
It has seen me through many battles...
...and reminds me of the ones I've won...
But it helps to remember the
beautiful person I have today become...
From a child once abandoned...
to bare a daughter of my own...
My smile understands the feelings...
and with spirit I have grown...
My life is full and rich...and my love
for the world I have declared...
With my all...dressed in my smile
I stand before you...
...From within my smile I do share...
And today I ask that you return me
to my owner...
...and here it is my sister...
For my beautiful sister Jay...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2008
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A cold autumn morning,
new rains have arrived
today not so ordinary
A little girls birthday goes by
she had an accident
she awoke in her bed wet
today she is six, a present she did
not expect
A day without the jug cord
would be her birthday wish
Her hope is soon faded,
for there her mother stood,
A birthday beating just begun-
her mothers' way
of a little fun
"you dirty little b!#@h"!
I'm sick of washing your sheets
this will fix you...and fix you good
till you're black and blue
...or till I'll make you bleed"!
Happy Birthday to me...
through aches and tears
I am happy
I survived to date six years
alone in her closet
she'd make this her car
travel to far away happy lands
go shopping for a star
once she bet the jug cord
she collected up the sheets
took her mums' old coal shovel
buried them under the house
darkest corner beneath,
her father gave her sixpence
every time she was dry,
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter
he'd put her in a cold bath
the little girl would trick him,
moving the sheets about
her mother would come in the room
catch the little girl out
the little girl did such things
out of fear she lied
the little girl was in a place
she was trying to survive
she adapted to her father
she adapted to her mother
though difficult it was
it affected everything
looking back the way she was
she changed her life completely
eradicated the fear
her life gets better and better
year after year
her mum and dad to this day
the little girl forgave
she understands the way they were
a woman she has grown
forgiving to her grave
she struggles on her birthday
preferring to enjoy
her spirit accepts what happened
on that day the present
she avoids
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This torment...
this courage
exposed...
I will be your
witness...
I surrender
this rose...
my soul feels
your pain...
my body exhausted
and drained...
I cannot weep...
for my strength
has surpassed...
this pillar I offer
a lifetime will last...
...for my wisdom to
you to your soul I speak...
...you are not alone...
let not your love
lost in time of retreat...
...we find our truth...
in this pain - for it
is in pain it is ourselves
we complete...
a journey you need not
travel by oneself...
...hero whisperer is
the inner self...
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She stands - wading through puddles
like small islands encircled in glass
The tide has long gone...
returned to tired hermit crabs...
and rested clams in the shallows...
Sal-try streams and rivers calm...
lay in wait for random raindrops...
to fall from clouds exiled...
She stands wading in puddles...
feet gently bathe her silky skin...
With arms outstretched she beckons the rains...
lifts her bright emerald eyes to the sea...
The tide has long gone...
She stands - wading in puddles...
like small islands encased in glass
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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...Myself I turn
...I turn from myself...
...the shadow
of the sun...
these shadows within
shadows...
My soul will not allow
me to forget...
...where we come from
deep regret...
Man continues to abuse
murder his children...
...this violence reported
into my lounge it came...
with a knife he tried
to murder three...
...this incident not
far from me...
...a blood stained knife
his reality...
...too many problems...
innocent blamed...
too many...regurgitated
memories trapped...
inside of me...
I will thrust my soul
to the ocean...
gently stand
at waters edge
...send all this
forgiveness into the free
I will summons an
angel...I seek...
to forget...
...these reminders...
these childrens
souls protect...
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I was reading the paper...
in the green room,
you walked in the door,
I didn't know you, yet,
of you I wanted more...
excited, elevated, sexual tension-
this spark, this feeling,
sent me reeling...
uncompromising, release...
nearly, thirty moons on, you still
give me this charge-my sweet
tease...
more experienced, this feeling
lasts longer, stronger, powerful
sweet interlude,
...my only one, we delight in sharing
this mood...
woman, you make me
...for days on
end I carry round...this payload,
take it from me before I drop,
this love exploding
I'm going to pop...
I am intoxicated in your kiss...
you are my love promise...
you removed the locks,
on this loves' doorway...
this love destined, to rewrite
the truth, the ancients recorded
from above...historical proof...
all woman, who feel this and allow
truth to enter...live in lavish love
sweet, sweet, rare splendor
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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