A love story
 

The man in the moon isn’t shining tonight

While I walk by the lake I know well

Life has stood still but only for me

While the swans bob along shining bright 

Valentines sure with its bright glossy red

Will swamp the whole world for a day

Roses and chocolates on order for sure

To be bought by those hoping to wed 

Romance from my life now it is gone

Passed on to a young blond somewhere

But alas she too will fade in some time

When her ageing begins to dawn 

The moon has passed on here is the sun

The mountains of cards to give out

I still hope a new man will write to me

And my broken heart will be undone 

But the postman has passed again I fear

No joy for a while not for me

Oh wait he returns with a package so red

‘tis signed from a man so sincere. 
 
 
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Phoney virgins
 

False economy Imitation world

Pyramid selling with no ending

Greed and scheming all unfurled

Promise of wealth to who believe 

No joy anymore all doom and glume

Daily news so void of some cheer

All agree not a pleasant perfume

But we live and hope some more 

Politicians are like phoney virgins

The truth cooked with untruths

We urgently need to return to our origins

And learn the authenticity of our living 

Let’s begin again and search for a meaning

New leaders no old need apply

We move to get rid of what’s demeaning

That task will commence before it’s too late 
 

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                                                                                    Kilcuan east

                                                                                    West cork

                                                                                     Co. cork

Dear Mr. O’Grady

     I wish to congratulate you on being elected a T.D. recently. I know you urged the completion of the public toilets in Kilcuan, I am aware, as you are our public representative you put a lot of pressure on the local councilors to make sure the job was finished within the specified time limit.  It is very welcome in the village as the old premises was condemned five years ago and the tourists and some locals who wanted to avail of the facility found they were homeless. It was a common sight to see some people relieving themselves at Black Place field, as the local pub was closed until eight thirty in the evening, and even then, many were shy of availing of the toilets there.

I am a bachelor, seventy five years of age myself, I walk to the village daily and was delighted to see the finished premises yesterday when I went for my shopping and to collect my pension, but was so disappointed to see the bright pink colour on the wall of the new toilets. I will find it extremely difficult to be seen going in there especially when I heard someone saying, the ladies will love it. I beg of you to order the local councilors to change it before the official opening next week.

I saw your mother recently, she looks very good, and she only after her hip operation two weeks ago.

  Hope you change colour

  Frosty Wynn

                                                                                 Dail Eireann

                                                                                 Government Buildings

                                                                                 Dublin 1

Dear Frosty,

I hope you don’t mind me calling you that name, I don’t know your proper name. I’m sorry to inform you the pink colour will remain on the walls of the public toilets in Kilcuan, but I would like to be the first to inform you, you are chosen to officially open them on Wednesday next and I have been in contact with the local councilors to insist on a blue ribbon for you to cut at the ceremony.

 

Sincerely

Peadar O’Grady

                                                                                    Kilcuan East

                                                                                    West Cork

Dear Mr. O’Grady

My proper name is Frosty, and I will be delighted to open the toilets on Wednesday, the pink colour is no longer my main moan, I have a far more serious issue now, but I don’t want to burden you anymore I have written to a colleague of yours regarding it

 

Frosty.

 

P.S. I will wear a pink shirt on Wednesday I am so honoured.


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At The Circle’s End

 

An end is nigh death ‘tis called

The great debate an expiry or a start?

Some go young more are old

A vicious circle

A finale to life

No, a beginning it has to be.

 

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The meme wars

 

I had a nine fifteen appointment

  The waiting room full of viruses

    Some had the flu

      Jess the common cold

Moll an infection no one wanted

  There for the latest cure

    To be rid of the memes

      They were tormenting my mind always

I was having no more

  A cure - a once off antibiotic

    To end the contagion - no more earworms

      The register to be deleted in my brain

The word cool on that inventory

  Viruses of the wits a terrible thing

      Destroying the world

        Was it ending or beginning?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each of the above pieces are © Carmel Walsh 2007

 

 

 
 

 

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