‘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.
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Note:
There’s an audio version here – it includes some of my thoughts about the piece.
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