Tag: writing
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Darndale when it’s hot
Sun out, ag sásta Up at midday exhausted Flat so hot Near enough need a spatula To get up; you’d be roasted No bread for toast or milk for Frosties Dennis short fuse regarding Softies Summer’s here Finished coláiste Meet for bricfeasta Vodka and oráiste We’re messing, acting like páistí New style but off old…
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Parallax View Few Dubliners Relaxing
Fourscore, twenty past four A haze of dancing spores Where the sun shines glorious Grounds on which I left spurious The office is too tedious For a day this radiant Shirts and tshirt days here rare Few and far between, I was furious Wasting time for a traitor’s dime Money, that whore do not that…
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Starsteered to the Christbyre
Star directing Magi steeds Across streetless dunes Above streakless skies Where Djinn sets hide Their camels’ two-lidded eyes flaunt Sand immunity, but they are blind To the profound end of their jaunt Night cowers before that animate fire Time senses dawning a new empire Guides them toward a byre Where a King retires In hay,…
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Lessens
Always felt lessons lessened me I used to doodle during lessons except english and history Now I dawdle along an endless present, accept lessons from history Those who came first Who wore furs and trapped Dragged the first furrows Built fish traps Buried flint at Mount Sandel Ten thousand years old I suppose no one…
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Tired Scribe
The scribe is tired Late now, long past Lyres of morning scorning night’s sultry castanets Wired like a steampunk wedding dress He casts out nets, hauls them in and finds abominations within Ten finned or no-finned supine writhelings writhing on his wet deck What had he done to deserve this, cruel tithes Shark bite into…
Alchemisland 