The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[ionnsaigh]

Perched from high above - we watch
your comings - goings
those moments caught between
indecisiveness and action
one small step - left or right
do you go up - or down below
ground conditions - our dial is set
in the hope for improvement
tweaking - turning the heat down and up
from high above we watch and wait
wondering the whys of this - and the ways of that.

[ionnsaigh]

Like the spring your back
battered bruised and torn
ten days of discontent
caught between ultimately that
he is this - she is that
intelligence allows stupidity
takes into account raw emotion
that stirs the soup inside your head.

[hugh]

cieling.

Hugh,
For you
I'm humbly coveying
This well-known saying:

i before e, except after c

How embarrasing.

Good to see faces returning.

That was a prose poem.

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Alice In Chains - Angry Chair

Sitting on an angry chair
Angry walls that steal the air
Stomach hurts and I dont care

What do I see across the way
See myself molded in clay
Stares at me, yeah Im afraid
Changing the shape of his face

Candles red I have a pair
Shadows dancing everywhere
Burning on the angry chair

Little boy made a mistake
Pink cloud has now turned to gray
All that I want is to play
Get on your knees, time to pray, boy

I dont mind, yeah
I dont mind, i-i-i
I dont mind, yeah,
I dont mind, i-i-i
Lost my mind, yeah
But I dont mind, i-i-i
Cant find it anywhere
I dont mind

Corporate prison, we stay
Im a dull boy, work all da y
So Im strung out anyway

Loneliness is not a phase
Field of pain is where I graze
Serenity is far away

Saw my reflection and cried
So little hope that I died
Feed me your lies, open wide
Weight of my heart, not the size

Pink cloud has now turned to gray
All that I want is to play
Get on your knees time to pray

[hugh]

Bukowski blues


When morning breaks like crockery
And sunlight scars your skin
And the bed that you get out of
You can't remember getting in
It's time to give up the night-life
And all its false allure
And I'll be thinking of doing that
After I've had a wee cure.

[ionnsaigh]

Great stuff hugh.

Poor poor tender you
got the shakes from all that brew
this the remedy known by few
wan big tin o irish stew

[hugh]

Seagulls

It was a glorious, glistening day
I felt like drifting away
In the haze, on the breeze
far across a thousand seas
To a land that no-one knows
To a place where no-one goes
Or maybe just to Mexico
What the hell, a coast's a coast

And all around the coast of Kintyre
Seagulls circled and wheeled
Children danced in the golden sands
And I never felt so real

There was a flock of seagulls
Acrobatics in the air
Those chinese footnotes in the sand
Tell the tale of a summer's day
Telll the tale of a summer's day.....

If you strip off all pretentions
of personal credentials
If you swim in the sea of life
They will watch you from their islands
And their hearts will fill with violence
But if you've the heart and soul of a pirate
The roughest of seas, you'll ride it
'Til you come home
Like a 'gull to the coast

And all around the coast of Kintyre
Seagulls circled and wheeled
Children danced in the golden sands
And I never felt so real
I never felt so real

[ionnsaigh]

What the hell, a coasts a coast
far across a thousand seas
those Chinese footnotes in the sand
The heart and soul of a pirate
awe a kin say - a admire it.

[ionnsaigh]

So they shut the gate
bolted the blood spattered door
outrageous sir - outrageous I say
stamping underfoot fledglings
words are words both sugar and sword
outrage the cry - the act - the dreaded deed
tae savage what we hold dear
the ability tae talk - tae express oor opinion
lies dying in that PC gutter - above the screams of the offended.

Glad I wasn't involved in that fascinating Jade thread - I hate to see thon wee padlock mind you

[ionnsaigh]

Sluggish shy slow silent - say the least scolding scorn
morning sun shines - sending stars scattering - shot into temporary oblivion
fragmenting collapsing cloud cover clears - cold and crisp
life turns twisting towards touching - the tender rising light and heat
green yellow daffodils ablaze - heads bowed - they gently sway
dance to the morning breeze - a spring sung song - sprang
sending shivers that snapped - that silver shaft of winter spine
dewdrops dropping dew - splatter - soaked up in spongy soil
for here men labour die and toil - above the earth - sweet fertile soil

[hugh]

The Battle Hymn of Ainrial ( work in progress )


Mine eyes have seen the glory of the works of Karl Marx
He has primed the cannon of justice, and we are its little sparks
So as soon as this pub closes the revolution starts
And Ainsial go marching on!
Glory, glory paranoia
from Patagonia to Hanoi-a
we've got an easy answer for ya
Ainsiail will hold a march.

[hugh]

Verse 2.

I have read his works in the dark cell by the glow of my specimen jars
I have preached his political philosophy in a thousand public bars
I have analysed his dialectics till my head went up my arse

And Ainsiail go marching on.

[ionnsaigh]

Our army came from Dublin
Killkenny and Armagh
we fought the English army
in every street an bar
a fought the bloody battle
till a fell an skint ma knee
am gone hame tae mammy
tae sit upon her knee

A fought the English army
until they bled an fled
aw fae the safety o ma big double bed
there is fourteen pints a Guiness
a glass or two as well
fur me the Irish hero
in ma big double bed.

[hugh]

Aye, I knew you'd come back in kind.

[ionnsaigh]

The weans cried themselves tae sleep - the night
gentle sobs - fae empty bloated bellies
they have that look Paddy
the same wan as wee Kara
that nicht she slipped away
fur frick sake Paddy - yer weans ur dying
fur the want o food
up in the big hoose - the tables groan
an yer weans ur dying - fur food Paddy.