He’s living for the bottle” Called the neighbour Joe Five a side football Dancers that touch toe Love lies bleeding flowers Salty sardines on toast Marmalade and tea Pretending to be host. “He’ll never be the same again” Now she’s got the collar His shirt is clean His trousers gleam She’s spending all the dollar STILL TAKING TABLETS His only vice was Poker He lived inside a hill Ditched the God Forsaken For the promise of a pill. Bellied up he strolled along White and wormy but never wrong Some say he was a sinner Others a downright rake But the night he ate my dinner I took him for a saint I don’t know if he measured up Or down the old boreen Or even if he tumbled On the easy way to Scream All I know is when he went His pockets were all full Of easy days and earth wise ways And pictures that were never dull.
It’s a line In the sky White and emptying into light Black night One star Leaving Headlights Leading cars Work waits A day ahead Wonder calls I beckon To a new stranger Golden metallic Fired with idealik Turn over Red Rover dreamer
Ignore the Daisies Drink down river Offer penance To someone unknown A tourist Maybe it’s Christmas Next year I’ll travel Neverland to Far Better to stay Close To bundles Of joy Spread outward Trollop of the Universe
I’m a bundle of energy How come I get up in the morning Drive my car Listen to radio. It’s not that I don’t believe, Have faith in The Laws of Success, But it’s hard to see A half moon When even it’s dark side Shines a dull call, Or warning. I take myself to work On a starlit time Before dawn
I am in Autumn Overflowing with Breezes branches Grass blades yielding Shadows strong From evening sun Shine slanted Days done work And Sunday slippers Relaxed sprawled Outside the flapping clothes Line over the hedge Of Blue Hydrangea Home Sweet housed swallows On twirping wires White breasts facing west To catch the last rays Of yet another days close.SHE SEEKS HIM OUT The garden paraded Curves rare Palate black Shadows long Formed brush strokes for the artist Who, dressed in white Painted only colour. Black cat mourning Danced speckled Through drenched flowers After mist heavy days Of laden summer. “Come into the garden Maude” Played through open glass Door way to secrets She never would tell Model of sunshine Closed bosom of mid-day. AFTER What has yet to be learned Pull back when taken by signs Of a bad day approaching. Ruts are easily addictive Recognise then with wisdom Taken from a tree. See the lights but not at the end of a tunnel It’s too far away. Break bread not windy gaps Of memories and take head of senses They bring one home To feelings. Ignore negative advice But listen Maybe that person Has something else to say. Flourish your writings It shows a creative hand And inside is the gift of true Art. Be bold Take cover when under fire And save judgement, trust compassion They are opposites but one leads to the other. Bring an orchid to your teacher Yourself and life’s experiences Have brought you to NOW. Don’t listen to drivel its too long And life’s too short.15 SECONDS LATER Lazarus had not only scribbled on the wall but had upturned the sugar bowl on my mother’s new carpet. I just wanted to catch his biro and either stick it up his nose or shove it in one of his ears and out the other. His mother’s response to him was; “Ah now Lazarus.” During the subsequent dinner party, in which Lazarus made mountains from his potato cakes and gobbled the trifle, I got my chance. Clearing my throat, my voice clear I said. “When are Lazarus and his mummy going home?” My mother gobsmacked replied, “They return to Egypt next week.” I answered, “No, I mean when are they going out that door?” I was four and he was five, a long time ago that was. Since then Lazarus has grown up. Looking at him now it seems like only fifteen seconds ago he first kissed me.FIFTEEN SECONDS LATER Fifteen seconds later the huge mountain exploded. I pulled the trigger and there was darkness, total darkness except for the moon white light in the sky. Barcelona 2009. A huge crowd applauded. The concert was over, no more encores. It was time to leave. Those devoted fans had to collect their wraps and leave the stadium. I turned to Lazarus who reinstated the lighting. He was the only one I had told about my dismissal. It was unfair he had said. But that was no help to the feelings of self reproach I had now and failure. It was not my fault the accident had happened but I was the one the blame had been pinned on, and all because I had slept with the lead singer. I despised that man now for his lack of courage. His courdise as a man appalled me. Was it only fifteen months ago I had begun my contract? It seemed longer. A hell of a lot had happened and now my walking papers awaited me in Birios dressing room. If I could freeze a moment it would have been the moment we met. I was not gobsmacked like other girls, no I was dismissive and that was the pull. He then wanted me so badly. It must have been the only time he got down on his knees, the night he begged me to sleep with him. “Frozen moments are lost in time but never forgotten in memory.” Does he not remember that those were my words, now incorporated into the song that made it to number one for fifteen weeks? If only I had proof. Lazarus kicked his heels. He was small in stature and maybe I had never noticed him before beyond him being a mate. Fifteen seconds later he kissed me. It was very nice. And that’s where our story began. DISCLOSURE Isolda broke a promise Of love Rich or poor Standing beside his bed Was easy Until confronted With fear She stole away And turned to friends Backed by promises They did not keep. Now acing Waiting With wonder less eyes She drifts in disguise Disclosure.
In a café Cold coffee Drowning, drizzly Tears. He left her Long ago. Haunting friends Proclaim her deeds Of do-good. Faltering she sits below a cloud. Its Christmas Eve Every day alone.
What is happening Inside a heart That’s cross With temper Exploding Wildly, freely In a chariot Or carriage.
Safe journey On broken wings Where a bird Flew so high It caught The morning Light of angels Dust Tomorrow Only Heaven knows.
