An oversight, a quick mistake,
But now, it’s more than I can take!
Thinking of songs and dance and beer –
Of Irish craic, fun, and good cheer –
I forgot one thing (one little flaw),
And it’s like I broke some sainted law!
Constant pinches, laughter, too!
What country’s colors are black and blue?
And to pinch a girl for not wearing green?
That’s not Irish – that’s just plain mean!
Category Archives: Poetry
A Little Irish Craic: Happy Saint Patrick’s Day
Enduring Contradictions
Popular in word
Around the world
Though uncommon
In practice.
Enduring contradiction:
Need immortalized in shouted
Creeds building up to
Empty promises.
Nearly Inconceivable
Impossibly
Major yet somehow
Possible – in theory
Or, at least, in
Some futures: Nearly
Inconceivable, with
Noisome overtones and
Grueling implications.
Absurd
I turned my back on a play to do another day.
It turned its back in turn – too late? Absurd!
A lesson learned (unheard).
Simple Truths
From or to
With and for,
The company is
And isn’t.
Together without,
They’re apart within,
From all that was
At present.
So shall be
What cannot be
And so shan’t be
What should.
Can’t or can,
The words alone:
Horrible, awful,
Good.
Fleeing, Shrinking, Fled
Fleeing, shrinking, fled –
All conscious thoughts in my head
Like fish in a pool
Through Open Eyes
Through open eyes, you see the dream,
A whisper’s length from reach.
You hear it creep though it doesn’t move,
You feel its voice though it doesn’t speak —
A taste of flame that doesn’t heat,
So perfect formed, so incomplete.
You stare in longing and back away,
Away into a void
Where reason lies with emotion’s voice
And tells you nothing at all,
And from such strong persuasion,
You willingly let it fall.
Of Love: A Poem to Wish You a Happy Valentine’s Day
“Of Love” may not be my best poem, but I certainly had fun putting it with different pictures. In any case, happy Valentine’s Day!*
*(Or, if you’re not romantic or not in a relationship, Happy martyred saint day, or happy Lupercalia. If you are a romantic who loves Valentine’s Day, ignore everything I just said).
It’s the streak of heat left
By a finger on your cheek
That sinks through the skin
To the heart.
It’s the warm breath exchanged
In a lingering kiss,
That spreads through the body
Like life.
And it’s the sweet, gentle comfort
Of the welcoming arms
That soothe and make anywhere
Home.
Usually, I work with different images to see which looks best, but then, I only pick one to upload. This time, I decided to go ahead and do a handful of pictures for “Of Love” because it seemed appropriate – after all, love is a very personal thing, and what imagery communicates that feeling will vary.
What do you think? Which version of “Of Love” is your favorite?
Good?
Moaning and groaning your way
Out of bed or
Resetting the alarm and
Napping again until
It’s too late: there’s
No other choice.
Get up! Get up! Get going!
twytte 