As cancer floats, through the Dublin air. Catching the throat’s; a populace in despair. Grey smog it leaves, from the stack so high. Shadowing nature’s Eves; the birds watching by. Incinerate the lot. For we want too much. And forget what you see; greed has a deep pot.
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MJD, poem: Drops to Black
As tears drop, into creamy black abyss – curiosity wanders; what caused ripples so amiss. Flowing sea salt down the crevasse of neglected mirth. We watched it pool and gather below, into the swampy Black lagoon. It will be ok – it’s not your fault; society’s changed and let us down – must not youContinue reading “MJD, poem: Drops to Black”
MJD, poem: Linked
I linked you and you linked me Walking by the wishing tree; Me – hoping for one last glance; You – for one last Dance. An impression like oak – an old oak tree He is here, beside you and me. He sees us link, like daisy’s in a chain; Watching the love, that stillContinue reading “MJD, poem: Linked”
MJD, short: Park
Eyes squinted and shoulders hunched, the sun beamed on his face like a blush of golden paint. For a moment he was happy, watching the elderly walk hand in hand – or hand on cane. His dog by his side looking at him in admiration, like a general in high command. A walk a dayContinue reading “MJD, short: Park”
MJD, a poem: The Black
A pint of black to cure the head; to fear the way of emotions dead. I seen the rain from the bed so still – no deterrence, other than watching eyes. Off to work she went so. Pig meat, butter, bread – and only the real butter, the Kerry gold: cream. No education today kinder,Continue reading “MJD, a poem: The Black”
MJD, poem: Thoughts’ of Modernity
Thoughts’ of modernity An insulating coldness runs through,Watching the illusion of life rushing the framework.Scuttling to and fro. Aiming for goals which bare no length.The possessions remaining;While the worms glee. Action brings peace; unattainable in mortality.Intervention too late, too less.Pillows of stillness wrappings;Bolstered by beautiful oak.
MJD, spoken word: Religion
Not a word of Religion – well – Religion is a language, isn’t it? The words of God’s, kings, apostles and heretics; all compiled into a Britannica of stories – breeding fear into mortal souls. Thousand-year-old scriptures’ – containing what one should do in any given situation; how one should act, dress, eat and sleep.Continue reading “MJD, spoken word: Religion”
MJD, short: An Agnostic View
Awful stupid, them religious folk, especially the Catholics. Living in fear all their lives, looking up to an old fart, sitting on a thrown, paid for by contributory donations – mostly from old people. Don’t they know that mathematics makes the world go round’ – numbers – only numbers is what matters. Bank balance, bills,Continue reading “MJD, short: An Agnostic View”
MJD, poem: Cycle
A feeling pushed, neither here nor there.Waiting for clarity, like the twinkled bay.Pondering the classes; hidden begrudge.A pint of black and a warm fire; calming the senses. You’re out, you’re in. Flowing cycle down the still gleaming canal.Watching ghosts. Serenity is a goal for the god’s. Unattainable, working class; trouble is life, and life isContinue reading “MJD, poem: Cycle”
MJD, poem: Blasphemous Priest
Blasphemous Priest. A Priest named Pat, often tipped his hat. Outside of robes, Costume and pray. He cast a Friendly way. Pat so old, as the old birch tree, planted before, he Came to be. Daily he walks beneath the leaves, wondering when, The lord he will see. An apparition: a young sweet boy, wantingContinue reading “MJD, poem: Blasphemous Priest”
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