Hayes Sunset or dawn, being hangs between life and death, begin and end. Waking, a task to complete, primal power surges from source through feet, body, limbs and mind, alight, ablaze, resting nights follow living days.
Hayes Songs were sung, glorious praise heaped, sorrow gripped, wrung tears of fear and blame, a body stretched can feel no shame. And in the darkness, forever present, patiently abiding, death stands alone in shadow’s home, quiet, silent, familiar but friendless.
Where have you been since when, first seen? in a pub, drunk and befuddled. on a pitch, wet, be — puddled, who knows ’til now, love’s confusing signals, the sweaty lip, the furrowed brow the dread of each encounter? There is no map, or uncharted path, In love’s rough seas to point the way. All who are in spring of life know the chill of…Read more Love Poem
Love on the Line Love on the line, converging connections, distance, unknown, uncertain, too Gathering speed, smooth terrain, imperceptible incline, doubt and decline Speed bumps check the rush living, life, scenery passing Attractive siding, enticing divergence, less than a landslide to wonder why When tracks divide in new directions blood on the tracks…Read more Two Love Poems
To assert the failure of human spirit might naysay love and warmth you feel, from people who love without question or reason, the wonder from whom, I’ve always seen, can be, most fortunately the same, even when life’s cruel irony can turn charity to misfortune and every year we’ll say we’ll do what’s false is…Read more Resolution
If you don't know Imelda May, you should. Writing about her makes me dyslexic, I can love or loathe her but I still listen. Ok, I've had the advantage of listening to her, as a teenager, singing back up vocals to bands in Dublin pubs. I watched her enthral a pub of Irish music fans…Read more LiveLoveFleshBlood…Brilliant