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”
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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”
MJD, poem: The Head
The HeadMy head, my head, the shape of my owl head, with bone like Steel that protects a mush – which controls how I feel. I may Look good, I may look strong, but such a mask that strings all Along.We work, we play from day to day, tricking ourselves that we are Ok. WeContinue reading “MJD, poem: The Head”
MJD, poem: Mary’s Bangers
Mary’s bangersFor Mary oh Mary, plain eyes can see, your bangers displayed, every-day. Although not settled like us town boys, we mingled and played with all our toys. Young innocence; I watched you run by, your long black hair; flowing young mare. Although too young to have them thoughts, imagination ran high, along with cloth.Continue reading “MJD, poem: Mary’s Bangers”
MJD, poem: The Canal
The Canal The canal by nature flows to sea, where fish will follow in order to Feed. Beneath the water lies habitat and decay. With potential regeneration; natural evolution, will revoke degradation. Unknowing Below, there is a world above, like heaven and Earth, worlds collude. The influence of the other, affects the one. Feet andContinue reading “MJD, poem: The Canal”
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