Derry
A blog is a guide’s best friend
He has no best fiend yet
She drowned their worries in a sing song
A fog got them in the bend
She frowned in a bath of cold water
Where is the Curse this morning?
Be patient with us
I got here first but why?
We are understaffed, full of idiots and believe in euthanasia How are you?
.I believe in sudden wrath
He flew onto a page.
She had a clinic attack ,It was the doctor
I am lying
So am I
Pay less tax,.. take a lower paid job or become a beggar
Get a smaller house in a tougher area.
Sell your car
Don’t buy goods on which you pay VAT
Get rid of your accountant
Sell your dog and get a cat
Don’t marry, love in sin
Do we really need a licence to love?
Change the law
The endless sobs, the weeping with loud voice
Noone would live here by choice
The families cannot bear the mother’s pain
So they send them here the sense is plain
How do Carers paid the lowest wage
Replace the family who have disengaged?
Yet the old are selfish in their whines .
They drive away their child so many times
Love must have conditions it’s no game
Before you age remember this fact plain
The tree’s pale branches turn again to red
Lately they’ve been pale yet they are not dead
The Covid winter did the same to us
Yet we shall brighten too we be are not cursed
There is no God who punishes like this
Though we have gone wrong we seek new paths
But men will fight engendering new wrath
Murder hate and rage can grip our hearts
Even in the home, fly poisoned darts
One changed person,one new life
Can lead many others out of strife.
Oh God I’m feeling frantic in my room
I wish to pray, Lord are you yet on Zoom?
if you need a laptop I like Dell
Don’t appear too bright,I’m in a cell
I stole some cash and alcohol as well.
Now they’re going to put me on the pill
Is it contraception I don’t know
I am schizophrenic ,what a blow.
I am having therapy long term
Don’t use my phone I need it for my crime
Now I am mad and Boris rules the land
One fine day this man needs to be banned
Born to sin,,,the original story
Born with a fin,.. the half life of a fish
Born in a tin,,,how to become a baked bean
Born to pin. A tailor’s life
Born to win .but at what?
Made with bear,. I am still there
In the Arctic full of elastic
My first confession.. I stole a tomato to give the priest
My last confession, I don’t remember.
Oh, it’s Bloody Sunday here in Britain
An obituary is easily written
Many people shot and killed
As slowly grind God’s many mills
So civilised we are always right
Did these people not want to fight?
Cowards here the unarmed men
Shot by Britain now again
Women too may mingle in
We’re not averse to shooting them
Our care and manners are skin deep
We’re barbarians , you are sheep.
Ireland starved and treated ill
I am angry at this still
Now we know if there’s Civil War
The army is trained to shoot us all
Black and white,Fenian green
The mountains mourn for they have seen.
Oh, it’s Bloody Sunday here in Britain
An obituary is easily written
Many people shot and killed
As slowly grind God’s many mills
So civilised we are always right
Did these people not want to fight?
Cowards here the unarmed men
Shot by Britain now again
Women too may mingle in
We’re not averse to shooting them
Our care and manners are skin deep
We’re barbarians , you are sheep.
Ireland starved and treated ill
I am angry at this still
Now we know if there’s Civil War
The army is trained to shoot us all
Black and white,Fenian green
The mountains mourn for they have seen.
Each body cell can widen or contract
Like individual beings, each minute,
Each shows a different world than we expect
In our secrecy, new visions may impact
Our hidden mind with metaphor’s astute,
As body cells each open or contract
From our pain, experience distracts.
The mind and heart and soul can each re-route
We see a world more changed than we expect
The world of trust, of relaxation, tact,
Tensions in the mind will soon dispute.
The choir of cells may sing or lose affect
Faith in the unknown, what shows our lack?
Can we reach such faith in minute steps?
We “see” our world too much under attack
As glows the candle, at sweet Fire it hints
Let each respond in their own dialect
Each body cell can widen or contract
We see new worlds, not mirrors ,blind reflects
How my heart sings 