Here's a knocking

Watching, waiting

For a chance to…

Pounce and crush you!

There's a ringing

Echoing now

Internal bells…

Signals alarm!

Silence the doubt

Lest you desire

A life of regret…

Carpe Diem!

This world gets lonely,

We spend so much time

With our machines

Wonder if they soak up our feelings…

This world gets colder,

'Global warming is just a game'

I can't believe he said that,

That old what's his name…

This world gets weirder,

Our nature is a paradox,

We have peacekeeping forces

We drop bombs instead of talking…

This world gets tiring,

Let's build our own,

Escape the masses and live alone,

Because, honey, I don't know if I can take their pain,

All everyone wants is to make a name, money, fame,

We can laugh it off like it's just a game,

And maybe it is.

Maybe I'm just tuned into the wrong station.

Hi all you guys and dolls! How have you all been? This here was a meagre offering I know but it's been knocking around on my drive for months and I'm at a loss with how to finish it, the last verse isn't right...any suggestions? don't slaughter me too badly ;)

Maybe I should stop answering

The door of ill reason,

Expecting the easy answers

Find your word is treason,

You'd do anything, anything

To finish in first place,

Can't go on like this anymore

I'm all going to waste,

You turn to walk out the front door

Close my dreams behind you,

Naked and alone on the bed

Knowing I won't pursue,

Oh my there's that pain in my head

Marks another mistake,

Instant confidence in a glass

The glow I felt was fake,

It gets so lonely in my shell

I only need a friend,

You take me when you need a ride

That's all that you intend,

Maybe I should stop answering

The door of ill reason,

Expecting the easy answers

But your word is treason.

A stir of echoes

By your tiptoes

On the hardened floor of my heart.

Definitions

The pieces of history

Set solid in stone,

Woven tight with thread

To colourful tapestry,

Defining you

What separates you and I?

A slip of chisel,

The slightest fading,

Incandescence or dropped stitch,

Defining me

Weathered crevices of rock

Watermarked surfaces

Each one uniquely

Carved or sculpted perfection

Wicker patchwork of yarns

Worked by many hands

Each one adding on

Cerebral fabric of time

Defining you

Defining me

Hey guys, I hope I'm not bothering anyone by posting so much today - it's just I'm having trouble writing these days so any time I manage to write I post. Here's a fun tag thingy Rog had on his blog so I decided to do it for the craic! :)

2. I was forced to memorize (name of poem) in school and…..

Ah the one I most remember was an Irish one called "Subh Milis" which means jam. It was forced down my throat and I can still recite it word for word... I was a teachers pet in Irish class!

Finally here's something worth reading of mine in terms of meter anyway (its a sort of sonnet I think), lord knows this is the hardest I've tried to write something in a while. This is best read fast, as otherwise you'll realise its crap...heehee!

Hope youse are all keeping well! :-)

There once used to be a space,

In a now forgotten place,

Where everything fit in right

I don't know where it's gone,

But it's been gone far too long,

I want to find it tonight

They say everyone has a story in them

I knew a guy who thought that it was not him,

And he sat down in a shaded bar corner

Drinking a pint of black stuff Irelands known for

He'd stop to tell a tale,

Wouldn't hear whisper nor wail,

Just keen faces of delight

There used to be this space,

When I felt I had a place,

Now nothing here fits in right.

Trickles of water

Unite with common purpose

To play over rocks

Photo's from my holidays this week in Beara!

Our relationship is a solidly structure

Doomed to rotate towards nowhere,

Aiming higher

And better,

Sadly gravity always pulls us down again

Back to where we started from

To bitter earth

Our failures,

I promise myself next time I shall be wiser

Not to venture on this ride

Yet time reiterates

As I know

That this time together is not time forever

Old parts rust and new cogs birth.

Reaching in deep for my soul

I've got to regain control

Before I fall into this black hole

Oh lord it gets so cold

When I'm feeling alone,

Nobody here to console

All this fear of the unknown

And even more of that I know.

Maybe I know too much,

Too much in touch

With the state of the world and such,

Of the human mulch,

Oh to make it all rewind to before

I became ragged, burnt out and torn,

Before my heart was sore,

Previous to understanding war,

And knowing the score…

Since birth we're blessed

And cursed in the same breath,

To be destined for death,

So it was orchestrated

That I be overeducated

Always underestimated,

Perhaps understated,

Though I try so hard…

But when you hug me I feel reborn.

These are a collection of five poems based on the Phoenix Park in Dublin. It's the largest enclosed (walled) park in Europe at 712 acres, it has meadows, formal gardens, trails, pitches, a zoo, the presidents house, etc... So these are a few pieces from my walks so far... Something here for everyone!!!

Sound

Wind through Phoenix Park

Whispers psalms over meadow

Celltic songs of olde

Sight

Oh, what a cute hoor

That grey speckled pigeon is,

A dove is disguise!

Smell

The scent of cut grass

From where the deer herd lingers

I could stay for days

Touch

To grasp at grass shoots

Feel and pull fluffy seed stalks

Throwing them to air

Taste

Ice-creams on hot days

One of my favourite things,

Quick before it drips!

A simplistic piece really, but said I'd post it anyhow... I will write properly soon I promises.... :-)

         She's gone again,

                           Back into her porcelain shell,

         You know that's life,

                         But heartache sure hurts like hell,

        Those tears are dried,

                        Still the marks sting your face,

        You will move on,

                        More wary of your pace,

        Time gets easier,

                      And you've got time to waste...

A swallow glides past free on softened wings

Silently reaching towards heaven in stylish swings,

There is sacredness in such soulful grace

To not be a fixed point in time or space,

Maybe I spend too much time in contemplation

And not enough thanking for my derivation,

The bird is gone now, quickly out of sight

Nonchalantly naive of my voyeurs delight,

To laze here on grass I resist the temptation,

As now I'm tardy due to this deviation…

Evening sky in Phoenix Park, Dublin

Áras an Uachtaráin (the white house - presidents house)  

Night is approaching

Why must the day end?

There is solace in the colours

She leaves me with.

The sky is bleeding golden,

Dusty grey with pink crescendo,

A fiery halo as the sun is slain,

Creating a thousand landscapes

Each one slowing sinking

To reach the earth in flames,

The moon a night in shiny armour

Comes to rescue the tide

And guide it back to sea.

Shadows impinge down upon us

Slicing buildings into art forms

And trees into fearless ogres

Demanding respect forgotten by day.

My sight has adapted

To the night's understated beauty,

Natures own chiding blanket

Warns us to sleep now,

The earth needs a rest from us,

Sssshhhhhhhh…

And on that note, I'm off to bed...

I'm trying to remember exactly how to write, its been so long...so sorry if this is a mess as of yet, criticism welcome! ...

A winterish Summers evening in Dublin,

My love and I hurrying to catch a train,

Back west to the homesteads where we were both raised,

The sky hung low in repressive charcoal grey

Suddenly let loose heavy tears of warning,

As if to tell us our efforts were in vain.

Two people sat in the doorway of a house,

It's 1950's redbrick face unyielding,

A clink of bottles drew my eyes back towards

The alcove, with the two haggard looking drunks,

A man and woman who seemed wise to the world.

I surprised by the woman's 'hiya' and grin,

Could only mutter an awkward 'hello there'

while not missing a step, a jogger jogged by

To a chorus of applause so he smiled,

And all the while they sat in the alcove dry

While all the rain soaked people drifted past.

It turned out that despite our haste we missed the train.

And in the race of living this life fast,

In the end I wonder whether there is a

difference in who comes first and who comes last?