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Raindrop – a poem

Tuesday, February 26th, 2013

RAINDROP I hold on by day, but in the night when lonely shepherds tend their flocks bending low from arching lights under an iron sky, the blackness criss-crossed with prayers, laced with phosphorous tracer and laden with soldiers metal, I listen to mosquitoes choosing their moment. The sirens begin to wail but I am dead […]

Bad Days – a poem

Thursday, February 21st, 2013

BAD DAYS The mist peels back for the rainfall, I feel the craziness once more.   In the wild eyes of an old man’s face I see his mirrored thoughts fouled by the bad days just gone, still trapped here in this place.   The sky is falling, lingering mist slowly revealing pain as it […]

More Than Meets The Eye – a poem

Tuesday, February 19th, 2013

MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE Iconic sleeve art for Pink Floyd Displays a triangular chunk of glass Alone on a black background, Dramatically separating a thin straight beam Into its constituent colours. The rainbow spectrum. Inert matter sawed, releasing More inside than meets the eye. A sacred structure built in Rome, B.C., Was named The […]

Hill 880 – a poem

Monday, February 18th, 2013

HILL 880 (Irish UN position South Lebanon)   Tonight, senses steeled against the black sky, we listen for the warring shadows. The storm is almost upon us. Bursts of coloured tracer attack the hill, bouncing over lost horizons. Phosphorous lights explode, illuminating battered landscapes of death. Below the thunder they cower in the dancing veil […]

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Fred Astaire – a poem

Friday, February 15th, 2013

Fred Astaire When I was nineteen I laughed At what I heard people call your “Art”. Art! Like Joyce or Jean Paul Sarte? No. I had you firmly in a bracket. Somewhere between Elvis Presley And Bob Cratchet. But when I was thirty-eight And it was a wet Sunday afternoon And the pubs were shut. […]

Tread Softly – a poem

Friday, February 15th, 2013

TREAD SOFTLY It’s raining, always is, that sticky hazy rain that gets down your neck, behind your ears and saturates your face, your hair as soon as you step from the vehicle even though the uniform is multilayered, your boots get soggy straight away and the pistol grip on the rifle resting in your arms […]

Keeper of the Grooves- a poem

Thursday, February 14th, 2013

KEEPER OF THE GROOVES For P.McL. It crept up out of the blue Long after I first listened To the affable bluff and ardour That wafted in spurts on air. An above-par package Between hand-picked tracks. Whatever. Then we were introduced In a not-as-we-know-it Academy Assembled to watch a retro Androgynous doll or two Dance […]

Skeleton Head – a poem

Wednesday, February 13th, 2013

SKELETON HEAD Kosovo minefields Out there in the black field a metal skeleton with a helmet on its head studies me – anticipates my every step, tallies my birthdays.   Its grave is tracked with stakes like candles on a cake corralled by barbed-wire lace and yellow tape, waiting for the balloon to go up. […]

Just Another False Alarm – a poem

Friday, February 8th, 2013

Just Another False Alarm When the Mayan Long Count Calendar Dating centuries beetles to a close, Rumours run rife over earth That the end of the world is upon us. Apocalyptic forecasts spring up, old hat; Nostradamus freely dangled his doomsdays, And lesser renowned local seers year after year Deign to persuade with revelations of […]

The Tide – a poem

Friday, February 8th, 2013

The Tide Silver bodies float on the surface driftwood- reflecting sun. Soldiers fish with hand grenades as shadow birds cluster   flying on white sands under water. I stand on the feet of my shadow arms outstretched – resting on a still sea, bearing no weapons,   the tide is undecided. Identity disks hang from […]

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