Tag: poetry
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Pilgrims Walking – III
Are you bound for Coventry, sirs? He is in bearing a laird In character a cur, clear liar His seals of office wholly undeserved His officers spurs you could not call earned Eyes covetous as a drake’s dream of jewels gleaming in its lair What Joyce called a heaventree Of stars spans the sky above…
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Pilgrims Walking – II
The denizens in and beyond these hills Sought every sordid, sanguinary thrill And in their wake a pill to weaken and stake through every ill We trouped past dark satanic mills Mustering dark winds and deathly chills Ill born of miasms plague the villages The dells and hamlets where it kills Indiscriminately like a serial…
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Pilgrims Walking – I
We descend grim hills Slate tests our shoe grips Kills our knees and shins Whipping winds tear our shirts, sent us widdershins We are shivering when we arrive in We have tasted monastic meads We have stalked Asphodel fields We have steeled ourselves at tempters We have avoided usurers and lenders Rule benders and fiend…
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Dublin May 2024
Man, Dublin has always been a dirty old town but lately it’s gone down the pan Clearly there’s no plan in place The boys used to be back in town Now the boys are in tents by the canal Canal is anything but grand, swanbellies colour of sand More weil’s disease than a sick bike,…
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Your Name?
Hight Childe Harold Brown with bubbles beer in barrels Sooth all troubles, smooth a quarrel My soup is not sorrel, soothsorrow throat fodder Say an our Father over a pint of Fosters Steady diet nescafé and marijuana Ma, I wanna be a writer, fuck working in dad’s café all day Au fait with all five…
Alchemisland 