Poetry On My Mind
MY TIME HAS COME

Tomorrow I’ll bid the goldcrest, the skylark, the majestic falcon, all goodbye.
Say my farewells to the black stuff, glistening rivers, the painter’s palette sky.
I’ll leave the stain of a tear on my mammy’s bleeding heart,
Throw a pebble into the mighty surf, cut a path through mountains dark.
Eighteen now, the road of dreams has been calling me for a while.
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Tomorrow, I’ll venture east of west, to search out love and all that’s best.
I’ll leave behind this Emerald Isle; I’ll leave behind my heart a while.
I’ll leave behind the crying banshee, the pookas and the changelings,
That imposter St Patrick, Fin MacCool, the stuff of myths and legends all.
I’ll bid fond goodbye to tattees and cabbage, blow a kiss to the king of fish.
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Tomorrow I’ll cross the Irish Sea, I’ll close my eyes and dream of thee.
Savour its mighty spray upon my face, pray to God for his love and grace.
I’ll take the birdsong, the craic, the memories of my mind.
The love of a family left behind.
Whisper a blessing to the shamrock, search rainbows for a pot of gold,
Fill six young heads with stories of my past, always loving, forever bold.

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Free Will Illusion

Tree-tops dusted blousy, cotton wool white.

Eyes tinged, searching heavenly, through dappled light.

A cornflower hue, molten yonder, fiery bright.

A child born, mesmerising, free from fright.

Nature's wonder, bejewelled with love, a mother’s bond.

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Man’s greed, his elixir, boundless, the vanguard of his spirit.

Hands corrupt, poisonous, shaken only by fools.

Emaciated minds left to waste.

Rivers turn red, littered, broken dreams run their course.

Sickened seas roar with dying rage, mercury unleashed.

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Fragile minds, weakened, the last vestibule untapped.

Imperious government bores deep the fragile conscience.

The silent yield, the mighty plunder, and gorge.

The innocent child searches his mother’s eyes, reflect their timidity.

Blind accord, delivers the illusion complete.



Red Lady



Red Lady, fine lady, disrobed, laid bare

Red lady, fine lady, your beauty compels me to stare

Cast you lying leeward in the shade

Your sun-kissed frame, so close while I bathed

Undressed by hand, a slip, a tumble

Was I too indulged, were you too humble?

Regaled, mine inward eye filled with body porcelain white

Though willed to sleep in the dark of night

Love-lorn, abandoned, tossing in the deep

Majestic, your sensual form I crave to keep.

Come the morning, I'll cut a dash to your starboard side

Slip your mooring to meet the rising tide 

Scale the main mast, swell you from your slumber

Unfold your red dress, behold your splendorous wonder

Cut loose the ropes, draw up the anchor

Seek out the wind seek out the thunder

Tack and jibe, the dance quickens Roll the surf, our bodies stiffen

Hold tight the helm, hold tight the boom

Tonight we'll bath under a luminous moon

My, fine lady, Red lady!



   


 








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