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Canopy

These trees are old and cover my path
a canopy of leaves and branches
edging the schoolyard, the gate also covered

I hear children laughing, carefree play
running, chasing, catching balls
through the seasons the canopy changes, like me

Now, in summer, leaves are green and cool it is below
when Fall comes many colors adorn my way
and I tread on leaves of gold

Published in The Lark

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My poem, Silken Ribbons, got an award…

I always pretend to hear whispers of our world,
yet my mind always drifts towards that open void,
reflecting on kisses that undress the ache of my scars,

unfurling sorrows as if silken ribbons.
These will never wither,
but will be absorbed by you
when low moments come to mock.

And as time settles into evening,
your shadow will hang itself from my core.
And with sighs quivering between my lips –
my spirit will wrap itself around warmth of your body.
And when you stroke your fingers through my hair –
you will feel each aching breath of me.

Published in The Lark Written 2005

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Like A Cat He Stretches AS I Tickle

As if commanding me to touch other parts

Or to get out the comb and tidy his hair.

He lies in the sun, fluid in his movements

Lazing, owning all he sees, surveying his land

Before drowsing, absorbing heat and sleeping

He has expectations as if he is my master

This my dog, O’Driscoll, not a man or cat!

He is the most catlike dog I’ve ever met

He cleans his paws regularly and toys with his prey

O’Driscoll is far to sexy for his fur and poses

On the rocks gazing out to sea, chest out

And that, oh that really makes me laugh

Some of the time he remembers he’s a dog

And is innocently earnest in all that he does

And of course every thing is his favourite thing.

Food — his favourite, walks — his favourite

Bones — nothing better, sleep — the best!

And naturally he does them all with diligence

He can look game to play with you anytime

Look disdainful if you get cross, or crestfallen

He looks embarrassed if you catch him doing bad things

Why can’t he lie on my newly washed clothes?

Or sneak out my lingerie to his lair?

He loves his mummy and wants her clothes!

So where would we be without O’Driscoll?

He gives us much laughter and sometimes tears

And we love to do with him his favourite thing

That means every single idea he has

His devotion is unwavering, loyal always

He lies at the door when I am out, waiting

Visiting my teen daughter regularly -duty

He will not eat anything until I return

He rolls on deceased creatures of the sea

Chases birds for fun, barks at cats with hate

He runs for a ball, but runs past me to score

A try for Ireland rugby team for which he was named

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My Garden

My garden has taken work and time
to become the haven for wildlife

Í planted trees, dug out a stubborn weed
made sure rain sinks into the ground

My path gets tufts of weed, I leave them
critters live and hibernate in them
I take them out late in spring, to start
another year of growth, it’s valuable

Eventually, I took away the grass, no time
or energy to mow, replaced with moss
and gravelly stones in between the flowers
low maintenance is my key, and pleasure

Birds visit each day, bees, butterflies and moths
they pollinate, make good company, my haven
designed for them and me. A place to sit
a rest a while with my friends and family

Hanging baskets now adorn the walls, blooms
trail and grow upright too, wish I’d done before
No annuals, just self seed, or grow from year to year
my own sweetest fruit and vegetables a
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Published in Wood Workers of The World Unite

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The Path We Take

I started out full of hope
travel, people, cuisines
adventure and experiences

I never lacked male company
men were falling for me
I could not see it

you wooed me, manipulating
I tried to resist that, stay myself
you were a bully, I didn’t see

until too late, although
I wept with joy at our wedding
my love was too blind

you wanted me to be happy
it’s true, but your seed made
a child inside me, a life

I nurtured, but you made war
the conflict was too much
you made holes in my soul

or fitted in the ones already there
poison spilled in as I chose my child
not you, who never honored me

you undermined until the hole
swallowed me, finding I was hiding
cash to make an escape

when I told you to go you blamed me
for your past, I never realised
I would pay for it too

take your past, your disrespect, your blame
it is not mine, though I fought your battle
no more, no more, no more

I will walk alone rather than with you
who mocks, disrespects, has no regard
alone is far richer, more peaceful

I choose it over you, who destroyed
my self belief, my confidence, my being
peace is mine now, joy comes my way

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The Path We Walk

I started out full of hope
travel, people, cuisines
adventure and experiences

I never lacked male company
men were falling for me
I could not see it

you wooed me, manipulating
I tried to resist that, stay myself
you were a bully, I didn’t see

until too late, although
I wept with joy at our wedding
my love was too blind

you wanted me to be happy
it’s true, but your seed made
a child inside me, a life

I nurtured, but you made war
the conflict was too much
you made holes in my soul

or fitted in the ones already there
poison spilled in as I chose my child
not you, who never honored me

you undermined until the hole
swallowed me, finding I was hiding
cash to make an escape

when I told you to go you blamed me
for your past, I never realised
I would pay for it too

take your past, your disrespect, your blame
it is not mine, though I fought your battle
no more, no more, no more

I will walk alone rather than with you
who mocks, disrespects, has no regard
alone is far richer, more peaceful

I choose it over you, who destroyed
my self belief, my confidence, my being
peace is mine now, joy comes my way

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Protest

We unfurl

Day by day

From our birth

Learn to touch

Want to smile

And we laugh

So we grow

World expands

See the sky

Why what how

Start to ask

And we trust

Won’t you shout out loud with me

Why is that, what’s it do

How do you know it’s true

We feel pain

Someone hurts

It’s unfair

We see life

Differently

No more trust

So won’t you scream out loud with me

Why is this world unfair

Why are there rich and poor

Why are some crushed when I am free

We want change

We want light

Equality

So just please shout out loud with me

Let’s revolutionize how it works

Let us all be free

No more poverty

So come and scream with me

Give us equality

We bring peace

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Waking

Joyously I see buds unfurl their bloom
color pops up around my garden
summer plants renew their growth
slumber has ceased, all is waking.

I smile at each new discovery in turndelight in return for tending each one
bees drift between petaled pots of pollen
their hum, mingled with birdsong, is peace.

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Sweet You

Entering my life unasked, uninvited
kind but boring I had thought
not this earnest, sweet, intrusion
in the night while I was sleeping


Protestations were met with pleading
so frank, so innocent I agreed to
meet you downstairs to hear you out
became amused by your sincerity

That you were in blackout I was unaware
drinking, yes, I knew how you do
but that reveals the person you hide
sweet, gentle, thoughtful, kind


Not boring, not wordless, not obedient
laughter, talking, shared moments of fun
communicating deeper thoughts, cares
intimate hours, sweet gifts you gave


I did not fall in love until in secret
you returned, to this day I don’t know how
that was my undoing, my trip headlong
into wanting you, loving you, sweetest you


There were so many misdemeanors on your part
I withdrew the one made in statement, mistake
as I still pay for your sweet night time invasion
sabotaged by the jealous ones, angry ones, cruel

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When It Seems Hope Is Lost

They say to travel hopefully is better than arriving
though the path to a friend’s house is never long
the miles I’ve trod, the continents crossed
and I omitted to ensure I had an enduring love.

My journey is almost near completion, no hand in mine
Forgetting to look after myself, transient love
or love made impossible by lawsI still carry hope in my heart and soul.

Hope comes with the light at daybreak
in the laughter of a baby, the song of a bird

springtime brings new life, flowers, chicks, new leaves
the warmth of the sun promises outdoor living.

The hope I have comes from above, my God
redeemer, healer, gracious, his grace empowers
my life is not my own, I live in a temporary body
which, when I am done with living, will leave behind.

I omitted to ensure someone would love me to the end
but friends are near, my daughter close,
the hand to hold in dark of night is missed
but my soul has peace, loves, and knows what love is.

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Tsunami Warning

Once more, Japan, we weep for you
earthquake on the Ring of Fire

Fold one thousand cranes, your prayer
ten years is too soon to suffer so much again

Fragile Earth is yelling out her pain
in many places, we have abused her much

Yet, it seems unjust that you shook so hard
so soon, so we send our one thousand cranes

Tsunami warning, we hope you will not drown
once more, we weep for you, we pray, we hope

  • In Japan folding one thousand cranes is a form of prayer

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Mother’s Day, Junk Food, and rugby…

Here in the UK it has been Mother’s Day. It’s before Easter because servants were given a Sunday off to visit their family before they needed to prepare their employer’s house for Easter.

It’s tricky as there are not many flowers in bloom and it can be cold. Today was a lot milder as the wind has died down. My daughter took me to a local spot that we both love. We decided that we would indulge in some junk food. I so enjoyed that. I eat very healthily so relished the laziness and taste. She gave me gifts that she knows I like.

Ireland v Scotland was even better than the rugby match yesterday. This is world class rugby, and Ireland are one of the best teams in the world. At 7 minutes to go, Scotland got to a draw with Ireland, but Ireland dug deep and won. My favourite line from the referee was “Jonny, don’t be scared”. That referee always reminds me of a team leader I used to have.

Jonny is Jonny Sexton, the captain since Rory Best retired. His name is apt as he is sexy too.

I am chilling now, finishing last night’s glass of wine. I feel tired in a really good way. Fresh air and a fulfilling day.

I will be posting published poetry once I am on a laptop again. I’m grateful for the use of this Mac, but I don’t speak Mac.

I feel rich because I have such good friends, neighbours, and am so proud and in love with my daughter. Today I walked further than I have in a while. When I think I was told I was in danger of dying ten days ago, I smile. That paramedic overloaded me with oxygen so my body made too much carbon dioxide. I was puzzled by his verdict as I have felt far more unwell than I did then.