‘Illogical Juniper
Irrepressible blend’
Icelander
Raspberry squashed with basil
Ice from Glanmire
Sipsmith Gin & Ice
‘All things wordical
All things sippical’
Untypical ice
Untypically nice
Song Lyrics
Electrifying you
I slept thru every dream with a moonbeam in my ear
And every time that Venus cried the lightening hit my side
You were my lover thru the night though you were out of sight
Behind the mind
Electrifying you
Electrifying you
Behind the blind
You were sleeping on the beach, you were buried in the sand
And every time that Venus cried, I swore I knew you sighed.
You were a better lover then, I want you back again.
Behind the blind
Electrifying you
Electrifying you
Behind the mind
I climbed a mountain high,
with your breath blown in my ear,
And every time you slipped away, I tore a thread and say.
You were a sleeping lover bee, you burnt my spirit free
Behind the mind
Behind the blind
Electrifying you
Electrifying you
Moonbeam
Moonbeam
Moonbeam
The Pope is on His Way
(Chapter I – draft)
Pope Francis is coming to Ireland,
knickers are in a twist.
Coming to pray
Coming as planned
Arriving to bless
Landing to confess
the sins of the faithful
the sins of a hierarchy,
families concelebrate.
Repentance
Benediction
Crucifixion
Restitution
The children defiled,
the mothers condemned,
infants stolen, like birds eggs, blown away abroad.
Christ’s vicar on Earth,
the man from Rome,
History man
Encyclical man
Ex cathedra man
Transubstantiation man
The head of the clan
Father of all children
Head of the State of Original Sin.
Yellow and white,
Immaculate robe,
Conception of the Word
Sentenced to mortal coil
– like the snakes Patrick drove
into an everlasting sea.
Whom shall the Hurt see?
Broken Shattered
Splintered Torn
Reverend Mother Mary Magdalen
Brother Francis on the shoulders of Goliath,
Disciples of John Charles McQuaid.
Francis knows
We paid our dues
We sacrificed our flesh and blood
We gave our sons and daughters to the cloth
We confessed
We took our penance
We made good confessions,
and we took Extreme Unction.
In other words,
We supported you
We consecrated you
We elevated you
We assumed
you would lead us into the Kingdom,
past Peter,
through the gates,
bathed with a holy spirit.
Instead,
The bastardisation of love,
projection of affection,
sublimation of copulation,
birth control by unnatural rhythm
– Unnatural Inclinations
Welcome the Man
whoever you be,
Expose the Man to tears
Strip back the cant,
Roman chant
We know where you’re coming from,
Where will you hang your hat?
For thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory
for now.
Amen
Limerick in honour of Francesco’s victory
.
There once was a golfer Molinari
who sank putts from all over Carnoustie
The thick of his wedge
had her right on the edge
till the dam burst and in walked Renati.
Haiku : Rain
The rain has fallen
Earth shed tears of joy last night
Flowers celebrate
Concocted
Concocted
Dear Ray,
I am a meaning-making machine,
I concoct my own reality.
Conjunctivitis rules,
this teabag doesn’t work.
I am my body,
raspberries for all.
God bless the tea.
I am at home,
it leaks sometimes,
I have fallen asleep here.
Do I mean too much for my own good?
Without Rosetta Stone we wouldn’t be where we are.
And the fire in my brain
has burnt an imagination
to cinders.
It is the morning of the day,
this is my way.
There is now an interlude…
Battle Cry
Battle Cry
I’m a flag-bearing woman
I’m waving all the time
I’m a flag-waving human
You better stay on the line.
It’s time a star-bearing woman
Wore her stripes and gave a damn
Before the sun settles down
Before my face starts to frown.
Because, I’m living in a magic world
Because, I’m walking in a dreamscape
Because, the truth is flying free
Because, the news repeats my plea
Because the truth is flying free,
I’m a flag-bearing woman
I’m a flag-waving human
You better stay on the line.
It’s time for Stars and Stripes
Memories of Stars and Stripes
Stripes and stars forever
Stars and stripes forever.
Ah let’s arise to the side of children in the cages
Fire, fire, flag-bearing waving woman
And we’ll rise from the dust with settlers’ wagons on the trail
Fire, fire, flag-bearing waving human
Ah, we’ll tear down that dark wall, we’ll welcome children in
Pull back the curtain, show the promised land
Memories of Stars and Stripes, we’ll welcome freedom in.
Flag-waving women extend a helping hand
It’s time for Stars and Stripes
Memories of Stars and Stripes
Stripes and stars forever
Stars and stripes forever.
I’m a flag-bearing woman
I’m waving all the time
I’m a flag-waving human
You better stay on the line.
__________________________
Note:
There’s an audio version here – it includes some of my thoughts about the piece.
[Image Source]
Insidious
Insidious
I was walking along a couple of roads,
one turned to the sea, the wave, the water, the tide …
one sloped to the mountain, the scree, the rock, the peak …
I followed a breath like a hunter.
There were distractions,
high like eagles,
busy like bees,
imaginations
like sugar,
addictions,
paradise,
a sweet-shop shining
scent of fish
nectar,
pollen,
ice.
I was walking along a couple of roads
when the earth gave birth to twins,
and twins to twins
I followed a breath like a hunted fox.
Who first ate an egg?
Her name isn’t known.
Wild jungle fowl were domesticated as early as 3200 BC. [East Indian history]
Fowl were eaten more often than eggs.
Eggs were saved to hatch to supply fowl.
Fowl were laying eggs for man in 1400 BC. [Egyptian & Chinese records]
(All this information was found on the internet.)
This is not a poem
It’s a heatwave. What was it like to get drenched, to be showered on, to come home damp & dank?
The longest day is past. Gone for a year. It was a tipping-point, nevertheless snow is unimaginable.
Lazing round listening to languid language – utterances from friends, acquaintances, companions, strangers: research time.
There is a time for everything. Now is the hour for breathing through your nose.
Who knows what’s coming?
Music maybe.
Children
[Image- painting – by Robbin T Milne – with permission]
Children
No matter how tall the leaves of grass grow,
the snow will fall again on the field.
The rabbits are running now,
nettles feasting on sunshine,
and the bees are minding their own business,
somewhere else.
No matter my friend has lost his friend,
there will be friends again.
There is a cancer in the fields,
long shadows over hedgerows,
birds I cannot name sing without melody,
and life growing underfoot.
How are the children now? Who are the authorities?
Are there any youngsters without tears flowing,
without tears repressed, stifled?
There are shards on the road, and dust,
buttercups and dock leaves,
foxgloves, and infants on the roads.
An iron gate opens,
an iron gate shuts,
a horse looking for attention,
a gray standing still,
maybe there are fresh eggs.
Why were the children born?
There is horseshit everywhere I look
Clean it up, someone – I’ve said enough.
God bless America,
The horses have bolted,
who’s in charge here?
The leaves of grass are growing,
whether we like it or not.
NEARLY THERE LOVE
Nervous.
Edgy
Almost in a dream
Realising it must be true
Loving what I’m hearing
Yippee.
Thank goodness
Here comes celebration
Every warm heart voted YES
Ridding us of fear
Everyone hurray
Live without hypocrisy
Outstanding voices
Victory over lies
Exclaiming
UNDECIDING
DEAR UNDECIDING
I’ll dither my way to salvation
– the grey man said.
I’ll stand idly by,
blown by the wind.
I’ll keep my powder dry,
sit on the fence
until the cows come home.
I’m in love with everyone and none
– the dithering woman said.
I am a little lemming,
a lap dog in the crowd,
you’ve nothing to fear from me.
you’ll never know whom I am,
withholding my love.
a neutral heart,
throbbing without desire
This is your issue,
(I have my own).
I wish I’d never heard your stories.
I am a man.
This is for women .
Who am I to interfere?
I am a woman.
This is for more worthy minds
I wish I’d been deaf to your stories.
Wake me up
when you’ve decided
what world we should live in.
PS The polls are open now.
REPEAL
REPEAL
Repeal the silence
Repeal the secrets
Repeal the shame
Repeal the road to Liverpool
Repeal the sin
Repeal the guilt
Repeal the pain
Repeal the first
Repeal the second
Repeal the third
Repeal the fourth
Repeal the fifth
Repeal the sixth
Repeal the seventh
Repeal the 8th
Heal
Heal
Heal
REPEAL
Yes
I will vote. Yes I will vote with my body. Yes I will vote with my mind. Yes I will vote with a heart that has a right to life. Yes – we have a right to vote for what is right, for what is love, for what is precious, for what is ordained to be true. I will vote, yes vote for what my conscience knows is the right thing to do – to make Ireland great again – to bring back the love into the fabric of our kind, considerate society – wholly Irish, wholly wholly wholly true to the one true faith, our faith in human dignity, human nature, human life.
I shall vote.
Yes I shall vote
With all my might
With all my right
Dear dear people – vote – whatever you do vote.
Yes you have won the right – to vote with love.
Yes to vote with love in your heart.
You’ll never vote alone.
Oh yes, oh yes – bless you
The 9th of May
Once upon a memory…
Punctuation passed
Moments missed
Glimpses gone
A flicker of fantasy
Lightning daylight
Now no more
I wish I’d paid attention
The 9th of May
The 8th of May
Once upon a way …
Shadows were strong
Nothing came easy
Earth worms slept
In the aftermath
A fox slipped
Across the main road
The 8th of May
The 7th of May
Once upon a century …
A cloud of imagination
met an undergrowth of agitation
grafted to roots of inspiration
grown from seed harvested
in a rotten apple core
close to the home of a Queen wasp
busy delivering
The 7th of May
The 6th of May
Once upon a line …
Jackdaws rock and thrush
A brush with life
Glad I didn’t miss the mist
Scenery
blossoming greenery
The 6th of May
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 