Sky

Somewhere else

 the sky is thick with endless cloud 

and from it pours treacherous rain 

diverted by thunderous winds.  

This tiny bit of sky though, is pink and still.

Tony

Tony the ant hid on a warthog
So that he could skive all day
He didn't like his work
He didn't like his pay
But when a good friend found him
There was nothing he could do
But get to work on shoveling
Smelly warthog poo

Homeland

Some call it Britain, some the UK
It's depressingly capitalised the surveys say
... sure, it's not perfect
And sure, it is cold
It may no longer be powerful or bold
But this tiny island has an honest love
Whether or not the sun shines above
So... For all the tea in all of China
Or all the weather of Spain
I wouldn't change a single mountain range
Or stop a drop of British rain
With all the tea in all of China
Or all of europe's top designer
With every spotless American diner
Or any Arabian luxury liner
This cosy home, couldn't be finer
The beauty's unstoppable once you find her

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I cannot comfort
There are no words to speak
I should be with you

Fuzzy Recollections

Slow walk
Almost to stop
Hand in front
Flame hot
Reminds me of dreams
Of memories

One long candle
That burns the rest
The presence of the scent
Reminds me of past
Of tea in the mountains
Huddled round a fire
And too short moments

Late Spring

As she looks out, she only sees green
But over the hill there is more to be seen
The bump gets smaller, the baby comes out
She sees new horizons and consciousness sprout
New flowers by the castle all have re-grown
These eyes do perceive them with colour of their own
Fresh air fills her lungs as she breaths in the sky
Her heart plays the drums and the baby does cry

Pizzeria

5 A girl caught my eye
7 Onion and pineapple pie
7 She asked me to make it dry
2 OK
6 As I tried to dry it
9 The onions, they made me cry a bit
6 But the pie was divine
4 That's the last line

Current

Lips of drifting tidal

Ripple roll away

Glisten

Touching body braking

Slowly surge and swell

Splashes, remind us

We are not the droplets

We are all the sea

Samh

Gammy Jamming

29/03/2012

Come and see the folk band leg

With bodhran’s baton

Bellowing beats

Indenting a stretching skin

And the tight tuning tortures

Of a tendon violin

Collecting chords

Clamp residing pressure

Of the oboe deep within

Accordion aches

Pumping and swelling

Menacing mechanics make

The collecting clattering

Clashing keys

And singers

Creating harmonies

And all this with stage side seats

Lodged inside a bulging knee

Samh

Homing

17/03/2012

Empty, unconscious
Thoughts aside
Staring through the condensate
Two young girls
Wave across
But I can only smile
The calming, constant bumping
Cradles gentle sway
Hypnotising, locked in heat
Lingers, lethargically, through the day
Don't know how i got there
Or the time it took
But it was the correct destination
When my feet stepped off the bus

Samh