#JeSuisCharlie – poem by Paul O’Mahony

Guingamp's supporter hold signs reading "Je suis Charlie" (I am Charlie) to pay tribute to the victims of the Charlie Hebdo attack during the French L1 football match between Guingamp and Lens at the Roudourou stadium in Guingamp, western France, on January 10, 2015.  AFP PHOTO / FRED TANNEAU        (Photo credit should read FRED TANNEAU/AFP/Getty Images)
Guingamp’s supporter hold signs reading “Je suis Charlie” (I am Charlie) to pay tribute to the victims of the Charlie Hebdo attack during the French L1 football match between Guingamp and Lens at the Roudourou stadium in Guingamp, western France, on January 10, 2015. AFP PHOTO / FRED TANNEAU (Photo credit should read FRED TANNEAU/AFP/Getty Images)

Je Suis Charlie

A few minutes was enough

a smattering of bullets

a cascade of hate

rained down

out of a cloud

loaded with purpose

ammunition

attrition

a mission.

Twelves apostles of humour

twelve souls of freedom

twelve bodies.

In the name of Abraham

and all the shared scars

like wounds from a bloody god

J’accuse

7 January 2015

“Sing the song of the flight to life” – new poem by Paul O’Mahony

Sing the song of the flight to life.

Carry your soul in your old kit bag.

Carry your city with every breath.

Carry your loves well packed in tissue.

Carry your fears in a solid box of take-on luggage

Because you will Passover

‘Cause you’ll write your Tablets,

set fire to your gods, cross your river of flowing gold

Because you’ll promise your self

a land of silk and funny dreams

Dreams of immortality

Dreams of eternality

Dreams of sick transfusions that delight your progeny

I am your flight attendant

listening in depth to your vulnerability

cheerleading you on,

throwing high the baton

while you compose your ode to joy.

And

sing your flight to live the life of the travelling warrior,

to explore the way of the choir of pilots who chart their soul’s journey beyond the beyond.

Come intrepid one.

Come board your flight

You are on time,

in good time to be uplifted

into the symphony I have sketched for you

and you will bring to be

the melody of a soulful life

___________________

Notes: 

(1) This poem was inspired by AJ Leon, Melissa Leon & all misfits (plus all that love their mission to catalyse revolutionary change to our world).

(2) This poem was inspired by the songs of Walt Whitman & the great friends I’ve gained while live streaming “Leaves of Grass” via Periscope – saved on http://www.Katch.me/omaniblog

(3) A related poem is here

Charles Bukowski – “Magical Mystery Tour

Charles Bukowski before he died
Charles Bukowski before he died

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Magical mystery tour

I am in this low-slung sports car
painted a deep, rich yellow
driving under an Italian sun.
I have a British accent.
I’m wearing dark shades
an expensive silk shirt.
there’s no dirt under my
fingernails.
the radio plays Vivaldi
and there are two women with
me
one with raven hair
the other a blonde.
they have small breasts and
beautiful legs
and they laugh at everything I
say.

as we drive up a steep road
the blonde squeezes my leg
and nestles closer
while raven hair
leans across and nibbles my
ear.

we stop for lunch at a quaint
rustic inn.
there is more laughter
before lunch
during lunch and after
lunch.

after lunch we will have a
flat tire on the other side of
the mountain
and the blonde will change the
tire
while
raven hair
photographs me
lighting my pipe
leaning against a tree
the perfect background
perfectly at peace
with
sunlight
flowers
clouds
birds
everywhere.