CatherineMy fingertips sparkle,Catherine
With hungover dreams, After an evening of ripping a night at the seams.
Reality become hazy I'm not going crazy But how did you know? That calling me lazy You hurt me?
How did you know
Only once you were drunk To apologise for words You'd said that had sunk Me?
He caught me on the stairs Shouting, too close,
Suddenly you were there Saving me. He threatened us both But you stood there And saved me.
When sober you hate me? I've learnt to realise, That just heari
Belfast BeautyYou sang on my bed, After a sunlit day in an Irish city, I tread spinning steps, In the words unsaid, Achingly beautiful melodies.Belfast Beauty
Golden hairs are found on your sleeves My hair is a darker shade As Autumn lights the leaves They lightened with tunes you played.
Bike HikeCyclists scream, Down raining hills, Traffic streams, Like bright coloured pills.Bike Hike
In a sudden storm, The cyclist sways, Keys soak fingers, Buses drive away.
A bag breaks, And ice cream falls, Tesco quakes, A learner stalls.
Stronger winds, on uphill hikes, Suddenly pavements, trip the bike.
The cyclist falls, Miles from the morning, A wet road drawls, Its sinister warning.
Unexpected ChordsUnexpected chords light the morning, They're wearing sleepy clothes, A beauty sings in voices yawning, With complication while cloves, Of finely chopped rhythm glow.Unexpected Chords
Tickled smiles wake the household, They're holding cups that sooth, Minded words were lost not sold, But songs migrate and move, Songs that gently smooth
Your mind.
You find, That unexpected chords, Like unprotected swords, Unwind, Your mind.
Unwind your mind.
DeviatingA sumptious notion Formed clearly in my mind I deviate away the hours I evolve words around ideasDeviating
A circle of thoughts All interlocking To form prose and verse And metaphors to match
A crying simile Will express the joy Through letters formed As clinically as a tree
Meanings often diverted But intent always clear The devilishly potent image Is always found here
Today's PlayDusk fell from late afternoon As twilight fidgeted in the wings With night time bubbling back stage And dawn wondering what to bringToday's Play
A girl sat smiling in a southern day A boy playing beside her did grin The sun fading from their faces The boy thought he might win
Back in the north the midnight rasps Its bowels grumbling heavy in the sky The girl down south sleeps a blissful slumber But north boy knows not why
The dawn has a dress-rehearsal The girl is beginning to stir South boy is dreaming of tomorrow But north boy truly loves her
On Yer Bike, LassEight cups now As chefs try their best You're still working You need some restOn Yer Bike, Lass
You asked me if I had written Anything for to read I've written this With enthusiastic speed
My teapot is waiting And spoons are ready Your bike is standing strong As Ash is standing steady
Come home and rest your head So you can reach your goal A fresh, new town awaits you So, girl... LET'S ROCK'N'ROLL!
This is for you my pickled friend A poem as good as a chat This is as honest as it comes Think about THAT
| My mind is a flurry of melodies I'm strolling in a storm of phrases... |
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"life is good"
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