grieve (Remove filter)
Sunday, Oh Sunday....
I need to tell you something
Sunday is so boring, I can't take it anymore
To sit around and do nothing
Then roll on the couch, no energy to explore
I need to breathe
The same air that reminds me tomorrow's work will arrive
And on my skin, I don't want the sun
Because it just reminds me the weekend's already done
I need to touch you
But you're on your phone, not even noticing me
And r...
Sunday 9th February 2025 5:09 am
Mistletoe In The Cellar
conceived in a cellar, of
a Tommy home on leave,
mother waving mistletoe,
shortly she would grieve
official dad inert upstairs
exempt due to his arches,
Tommy back to trenches
bullets or forced marches
killed in action in the mud
in my blood's a war hero,
official dad a profiteer,
moral fibre less than zero
the duality in mistletoe,
fertile of ...
Sunday 6th December 2020 11:31 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Bonnie Madleen
9 hours ago
Hélène on Letting Go
12 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BUCKET LIST
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Letting Go
15 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on part savage, part human
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Down on my uppers
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 61 of 230: WORSLEY VILLAGE
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Anyone For Tennis
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Compost
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on part savage, part human
15 hours ago