before the morrow,
Life is like a hunted fawn.
THE LIGHT
Pointing at a mansion tall, he said;
“Grand people living there,
“Nightly, half intoxicated,
I pass by that garden wall,
aches in my head and legs,
On my way home
from my local
watering hole.
It must be the lady of the house,
Flashes on a glaring light,
to brighten up the road,
So that I can see my way
through the dark of night.
Then when I reach
my cottage home,
All is darkness, .
Dark as clay.
Gone is the light,
The good lady
knows I’m safe
Inside my garden gate
,
I smile, and think
Of what fIne people exist,
caring about chaps like me.
Turning on a light, each night,
so that I can see.”
I listened carefully
but would not dare,
Tell my friend
His lady of the night,
is a new invention,
an alarm light,
set to ignite,
by his own shadowy frame,
Intruding there
neath the beam’s
searching ray.
LONELINESS (MARCH 1961)
Loneliness, that ghost like phantom,
Haunting humans, through their lives,
It brings sweet memories of home and kindred,
Replaces joys, with heart throbbing strife.
Tears, like gems, flow slowly over
Rose coloured cheeks, or pale wrinkled brows,
Then sighs are heard, long low sad sobbing,
The phantom lover, once more prowls.
A child in fever, calls its mother,
The baby lambs bleat ere they die,
The lonely sigh of a pining lover,
The distant screech of a seagull’s cry.
Yet in the land of saints and angels,
The phantom ghost ne’er more can strike,
The soul, once more has journeyed homewards,
In peace and joy, fore’er to lie.
MOODS
Perhaps I’m moody, perhaps I’m odd.
But who is perfect on sea or sod?
Men claim patience, strength and speed,
They need us women through passing years.
Moody is thy name, o woman,
seed of Adam’s rib,
Never feel like being a Robot,
That would make him grin.
Man and woman, boy or girl,
Humans, all alike,
Equal they in spite of difference,
Share the strife in life.
Baby boys all spring from women,
Nourished at their breasts,
Grown up men, like babies craving
For female warm caress.
MUSIC
Balm of troubled souls;
The chirping of birds on a distant tree
Or the rippling sound of a passing stream
Gurgling slowly t o join the sea
And lose its glow
Neath shadowed leaves
The Baa -_baa of a fLock of sheep
Cuddling their young
With touches meek
Or the shouts at play
Of little boys
Tossing their toys
Their music is noise
With a rush of wind
Through the nearby leaves
The harmony sweet
A combination of these
Music is a variety of sounds
Blended together
Like gems on a crown
Angelic in nature
Created by God
To be found all places
In sea, sky. and bog.
MUSIC 2
Marriage of notes, sounds and chords,
Restorer of peace on earth’s troubled sod.
The whistling and chirping of singing birds,
Midst leaves a stirring o’er swinging buds,
Rippling sounds of passing streams,
Gurgling slowly to kiss the sea,
Losing glow neath shadowed trees.
Ripples shining with sparkling glee.
The Baa Baa of a flock of sheep,
Cuddling their young with touches meek,
Or the shouts at play of little boys,
Tossing their toys, their music is noise.
A hasty breeze through the nearby leaves,
The harmony sweet, a combination of these.
Sweet soft music, a variety of sounds
Blended together, like gems on a crown,
Angelic in nature, created by God,
To be found everywhere, in sea, sky and bog.
A NIGHT IN AVOCA
O CTOBER 4TH, 1953
The crowd dispersed and scattered
From Arklow’s dancehall bright,
Each heart was gay and happy,
Thus ended a perfect night.
Outside the air was frosty,
The sky, with stars did shine,
A bleak cold gale did rattle
Through oak and ash and pine.
A grey white road looked threatening,
An expanse of white, it lay,
Like a carpet, grey and speckled
At the side of Arklow Bay.
The car sped onwards quickly,
Like a fawn, with frightened eyes,
Through fog, that gathered thickly,
By hill and tree and sky.
Then the scent of
Life is like a hunted fawn.
THE LIGHT
Pointing at a mansion tall, he said;
“Grand people living there,
“Nightly, half intoxicated,
I pass by that garden wall,
aches in my head and legs,
On my way home
from my local
watering hole.
It must be the lady of the house,
Flashes on a glaring light,
to brighten up the road,
So that I can see my way
through the dark of night.
Then when I reach
my cottage home,
All is darkness, .
Dark as clay.
Gone is the light,
The good lady
knows I’m safe
Inside my garden gate
,
I smile, and think
Of what fIne people exist,
caring about chaps like me.
Turning on a light, each night,
so that I can see.”
I listened carefully
but would not dare,
Tell my friend
His lady of the night,
is a new invention,
an alarm light,
set to ignite,
by his own shadowy frame,
Intruding there
neath the beam’s
searching ray.
LONELINESS (MARCH 1961)
Loneliness, that ghost like phantom,
Haunting humans, through their lives,
It brings sweet memories of home and kindred,
Replaces joys, with heart throbbing strife.
Tears, like gems, flow slowly over
Rose coloured cheeks, or pale wrinkled brows,
Then sighs are heard, long low sad sobbing,
The phantom lover, once more prowls.
A child in fever, calls its mother,
The baby lambs bleat ere they die,
The lonely sigh of a pining lover,
The distant screech of a seagull’s cry.
Yet in the land of saints and angels,
The phantom ghost ne’er more can strike,
The soul, once more has journeyed homewards,
In peace and joy, fore’er to lie.
MOODS
Perhaps I’m moody, perhaps I’m odd.
But who is perfect on sea or sod?
Men claim patience, strength and speed,
They need us women through passing years.
Moody is thy name, o woman,
seed of Adam’s rib,
Never feel like being a Robot,
That would make him grin.
Man and woman, boy or girl,
Humans, all alike,
Equal they in spite of difference,
Share the strife in life.
Baby boys all spring from women,
Nourished at their breasts,
Grown up men, like babies craving
For female warm caress.
MUSIC
Balm of troubled souls;
The chirping of birds on a distant tree
Or the rippling sound of a passing stream
Gurgling slowly t o join the sea
And lose its glow
Neath shadowed leaves
The Baa -_baa of a fLock of sheep
Cuddling their young
With touches meek
Or the shouts at play
Of little boys
Tossing their toys
Their music is noise
With a rush of wind
Through the nearby leaves
The harmony sweet
A combination of these
Music is a variety of sounds
Blended together
Like gems on a crown
Angelic in nature
Created by God
To be found all places
In sea, sky. and bog.
MUSIC 2
Marriage of notes, sounds and chords,
Restorer of peace on earth’s troubled sod.
The whistling and chirping of singing birds,
Midst leaves a stirring o’er swinging buds,
Rippling sounds of passing streams,
Gurgling slowly to kiss the sea,
Losing glow neath shadowed trees.
Ripples shining with sparkling glee.
The Baa Baa of a flock of sheep,
Cuddling their young with touches meek,
Or the shouts at play of little boys,
Tossing their toys, their music is noise.
A hasty breeze through the nearby leaves,
The harmony sweet, a combination of these.
Sweet soft music, a variety of sounds
Blended together, like gems on a crown,
Angelic in nature, created by God,
To be found everywhere, in sea, sky and bog.
A NIGHT IN AVOCA
O CTOBER 4TH, 1953
The crowd dispersed and scattered
From Arklow’s dancehall bright,
Each heart was gay and happy,
Thus ended a perfect night.
Outside the air was frosty,
The sky, with stars did shine,
A bleak cold gale did rattle
Through oak and ash and pine.
A grey white road looked threatening,
An expanse of white, it lay,
Like a carpet, grey and speckled
At the side of Arklow Bay.
The car sped onwards quickly,
Like a fawn, with frightened eyes,
Through fog, that gathered thickly,
By hill and tree and sky.
Then the scent of
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