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The Bean Sí Cry
At midnight clear I hear the bean sí cry
then echoed as the tocsin tolls its knell,
and know her weary spirit's set to fly.
At midnight clear I hear the bean sí cry,
already mourning one whose time is nigh
and bound for heaven, leaving me in hell.
At midnight clear I hear the bean sí cry
then echoed as the tocsin tolls its knell.
Wednesday 27th November 2024 9:47 am
Plague Mantra
Plague Mantra
We know that going out is wrong
and socialising would be worse,
so stay at home where we belong.
We know that going out is wrong,
avoid, like plague, the milling throng
to help the doctor and the nurse.
We know that going out is wrong
and socialising would be worse.
Sunday 12th April 2020 11:41 am
I Loved And Loved- A Triolet
I loved and loved with all my heart
Yet I was not loved back.
My full house of scarlet fell apart
I loved and loved with all my heart
Blind faith's a solitary art
'n I failed to see my Jack was black
I loved and loved with all my heart
Yet I was not loved back.
Wednesday 24th July 2019 2:55 pm
How Could I Ever Be So Blind
How could I ever be so blind
To miss what was so plain to see
If I unlocked my shackled mind
How could I ever be so blind
With open eyes I’d surely find
Such love I thought could never be
How could I ever be so blind
To miss what was so plain to see
Friday 19th August 2016 4:38 pm
On Top!
The Foxes are top of the league
It is all down to Richard III.
They're showing no signs of fatigue
The Foxes are top of the league!
Those foreigners watch with intrigue
It's Leicester, this seems so absurd
The Foxes are top of the league?
Is it all down to Richard III?
Saturday 2nd April 2016 9:49 pm
Struggle
I struggle to be – as I see.
Lies become truth-ingrained.
Reality branches snapped from life's tree.
I struggle to be – as I see.
How I long for us all to be free,
though in sentience I'm pained.
I struggle to be – as I see.
Lies become truth-ingrained.
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:06 pm
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