I’ve been thinking
About my epitaph
But I’ve no idea
What it should say
Maybe they’ll just use
A photograph
To keep the ghouls
At bay
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’ve been thinking
About my epitaph
But I’ve no idea
What it should say
Maybe they’ll just use
A photograph
To keep the ghouls
At bay
I wrote to you
The other day
As I find the words
Too hard to say
So I thought a note
The best way to approach it
That is, of course,
If I ever post it
My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
Dealing with loss is hard
He said
Thinking that he’d really tried
It’s not like I lost him
She said
He actually fucking died
Back in the day
The words flowed freely
And I knew just what
To impart
But I’ve recently found
Since my new love’s in town
That for poems,
I’m no longer arsed
There are things
About that day
That out loud
I’ll never say
It’s bad enough
They’re in my head
I don’t need
To hear them said
Pulling The Plug
You did
it on
purpose,
didn’t
you?
Don’t
worry,
it
didn’t
show.
But
I knew
you
had
decided
It
was
time
for you
to go.
Xxx
(Originally Posted 09.02.2020)
You won’t find me
In the kitchen at parties
I’ll be in the library
Where my mind is
Lost in my own little world
Of infinite story books
And far, far away
From your disapproving looks
Bookworms
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
read
For
those
who
devour
words
are
freed
(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)
A face you wouldn’t tire
Of thumping
With such a countenance
You’ve been cursed
But such a thing
Would be unbecoming
So instead
I’ll use my words
Pulling No Punches
Come for me again
My friend
And events will turn apace
Your head will spin
As that shit eating grin
Is wiped right off your face
(Originally Posted 18.01.2021)
As I have beaten
My adversary
This will all end
In February
How Long?
How long
can you
go on
writing
When
your only
inspiration
is spite?
And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving
So that
you can
sleep
at night
(Originally Posted 07.01.2020)
What we did in that room
Despite our gloom
Certainly served its purpose
Now all those things we said
Lying in that bed
Need never again resurface
Unobtainable
Maybe one day we’ll meet again
And maybe one day we won’t
But one things for sure
It won’t be for much more
Than either of us had hoped
(Originally Posted 04.01.2021)
Reading this one back again
I feel so sorry for her
Clearly she lost more,
When he died,
Than her words could ever infer
I Can’t Bring You Back Though, Can I?
I can look at your photo
I can whisper your name
I can press your shirt
Against my face
But nothing feels the same
(Originally Posted 11.12.2020)
‘Who needs action when you’ve got words’
I doubt I’d manage a short story these days
Never mind anything more
Writing three or four lines
Is a struggle at times
So a novel seems too much to hope for
Small Minds
One
day
I will
write
novels
All
about
you
and
me
Of
how
we left
those
hovels
And
found
our
sanctuary
(Originally Posted 13.09.20)
There’s a lot behind
The C word
Most find it offputting and offensive
And while I don’t disagree
If you grew up like me
You possibly wouldn’t be so apprehensive
Through The Barricades (Scheme Burd Version)
Him:
Come
with
me
My
tender
one
Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather
Her:
Get
tae
fuck
Ya
daft
wee
cunt
We’re
no’
even
thegither
(Originally Posted 06.08.2020)
You said you’d had enough
Back then
That you’d heard it all before
But I always knew
With these words I spew
You’d keep coming back for more
With A Wink
You
really
are
He
said
Without
doubt
The
most
depressing
woman
I’ve
met
Really
She
said
That
is a
shame
As
you
ain’t
seen
nothing
yet
(Originally Posted 23.07.2020)
I can’t think of another ditty
Or come up with a different rhyme
Not when what I write is so shitty
More than half of the time
Your silence
Tells more of a story
Than your words
Ever could
I know
That you’re sorry
You’ve told me
A thousand times
It’s just
I don’t believe
That you regret
Your crimes
Full of bleeding heart
That’s me
Slowly dying
For all to see
Hoping for words
To set the world alight
As I scribble away
In the dead of night
'What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,—
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.'
– Christina Rossetti
I don’t agree
With what you write
But I respect your right
To post it
Just don’t expect
That I won’t interject
Or in my own words
Oppose it
“Books cannot be killed by fire.
People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.
No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.
In this war, we know, books are weapons.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt
‘Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain…’
“My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.”
– Sir Anthony Hopkins
Nobody says ‘potahto’
I’m not sure anyone cares
Let alone if anyone reads
Surely there’s better things to do
Than to wade between my weeds
I know it’s not
For the faint of heart
But it helps me
Every day
So just deal with it
Or not
As I’m not arsed
Either way
Words spill
Onto the page
Just like the blood
From my veins
I try to write but the words fail.
Sit, think, smoke, exhale.
As I reach for the coffee cup,
I wonder if my time is up.
Have I forgotten you,
Is that what this is?
The reason I can no longer write this shit?
Or could it be this depression is finally lifting?
Maybe the all encompassing darkness is shifting?
Perhaps after all this time my heart is mended.
And my love affair with words has ended.
(Originally Posted 11.08.2019)
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is a pain
In the proverbial behind
Nothing lasts
Forever
You know
Not you
Not me
And certainly not my poetry
It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything
Words make your mind break
Words make your soul ache
Words incite you to roar
Words inspire you to soar
It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything
I have nothing
But my words
(Originally Posted 16.03.2019)
It’s like living in a film
Where someone else has pressed Play
You are unable to Rewind
And you cannot hit Pause
To Fast Forward is inconceivable
As all you want to do is Stop
And Eject
(Originally Posted 17.05.2019)
What would it take
For you to notice me
Wear a skimpy dress
Paint my lips so readily
Well all I have is my words
So I guess that counts me out
As there’s nothing at all about them
That suggests I’d like to hangout
Has
anyone
ever
told
you to
stop
He
said
With
these
bullshit
rhymes
you
spew
Oh
many,
many
times
She
said
And
I told
them
to piss
off
too
You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
Not much of this is pretty
Very little here is smart
Quite often it is shitty
But it’s always from the heart
All
you
do
He
said
Is
whine
and
moan
I'm
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish
Well,
perhaps
if you
She
said
Weren't
such a
prick
My
words
wouldn't
so easily
flourish
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
They say you don’t know
What you mean to people
Whom you may never see
Well all I can say
Is I hope and pray
That no one relies on me
Did it ever occur to you
That I didn’t want you to know
What would you have done anyway
Other than used it as ammo
In this ridiculous war against me
That you felt the need to wage
Well I’m glad I never said a word
And from your battle disengaged
All those things you said to me
Will always and forever be
The straws that broke my back
The absolute audacity
To not choose your words carefully
Is what turned my heart black
‘Help me someone
Help me please…’
Wind
Howling
Strangers
Prowling
Dogs
Growling
Me
Scowling
– Obviously
We
could
have
had
it
allShe
saidBut
now
we’re
left
with
nothingMaybe
we’d
have
been
okayHe
saidIf
you
weren’t
so fucking
cutting
Dá fhada lá, tagann an oíche
– Seanfhocal Gaeilge
Pull down the stars
Put out the sun
I’ve had enough
You have won
Let’s
meet
upAnd
misbehaveThen
take
our
secretsTo the
grave
If I
could
take usInto
extra
timeDo
you
thinkYou
could
be mineOr
would
we needTo go
to penalties?
Will
it
always
be like
this
She
said
Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?
That
all
depends
on the
book
He
said
In
which
you
choose
to believe
You’d
think it
would
take
some
effort
To
write
as
much
as
this
Well
please
don’t
think
me
arrogant
But
it’s
really
a piece
of piss
In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine
There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online
One
day
I will
write
novelsAll
about
you
and
meOf
how
we left
those
hovelsAnd
found
our
sanctuary
You
cannot
stop
me
She
said
No
matter
how
hard
you try
I
won’t
be
coming
back
She
said
Not
until
the
day
I die
It’s
okay
to fail
sometimes
He
said
That
you
keep
trying
will
count
Tell
that
to the
bank
manager
She
said
As my
debts
continue
to mount
Learn to fly in your mind
and fly freely for a lifetime
Xxx
You’ve
been
on my
mind
today
More
than
any
other
time
If only
it had
inspired
something
epic
And
not this
fucking
awful
rhyme
I
really
only
write
What
everyone
else is
thinking
I just
do what
comes
naturally
And
without
even
flinching
Sometimes
I depress
myself
As these
thoughts
fill the
page
Why
am I
here
Wasting
everyone’s
time
Hoping
someone
will
engage
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