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TURN FICTION TO FACT

HIGHLIGHT THE CONTRAST

BEAT IT INTO SHAPE

OPPRESS DIVIDE AND SELL

CULTURES 10 A PENNY

HUMANITY 1.

OUT OF THE PURE HEART

THE SAVAGE BURSTS

CRUSHED SKULLS
BLOOD DRENCHED SINEWS

SPLATTER THE GREEN FIELDS

RED STREAMS RUN RIOT

THROUGH THE VILLAGES

PYRAMID AND CATHEDRAL

VANDALIZE  OUR  PARADISE
DIVIDE SEGREGATE
CLAIM SUPERIORITY

STARVE US TO THEIR SERVICE

BUT OUR BONES  REMEMBER

OUR SPIRIT BURNS WITH THE KNOWLEDGE

UNITY

EQUALITY

FREEDOM

Hurling on hard ground
Through endless flowering days

The scented meadow drenched

in butterflies and bees

The leafy oak rings out
sweet notes of  birdsong
While the cloudless blue rains light

On  runners and talkers

dogs and their walkers

As we happily feast

On this Eden’s fare.

If your around when I pass

Please

don’t worry about a headstone.
I’ll return to our mother in truth

No more important

than a single speck of dust

blowing unnoticed

over the fields.

STANDING BY THE WELL

PAST RUNS IN THE PRESENT

I WATCH THEM ROW ACROSS

FROM BALLINAVARA

CLIMB THE SNAKE PATH

TO THE TOP OF THE HILL

IN THE WARM EVENING BREEZE

THEY SQUEEZE

THROUGH THE NARROW DOORWAY

THEIR WORKED HANDS CUPPED

THEY DRINK

WET THEIR BROW.

THE STREAM FLOWS

THROUGH EONS
NOW
IT’S MY TURN.

November’s full moon

had a graveyard bite

War famine the worker’s strike

Richie died that sleepless night

He left us hopeless

Hoping for hope.

Hunted and harried

Illegal by nature

Poverty oozes from my soul

Everything I touch has to be sold.

Then foetus Spring screams out

From her chill Winter womb

“There no permanent night”

One by one dark moments roll

And peace comes with the new day’s light.

BIG THANKS TO OISIN. ON THIS FREEZING MARCH NIGHT AT THE HOME OF FOOTBALL,BRAZIL BEAT IRELAND 2-0. OF COURSE IRE. WITHOUT THE SERVICES OF RICHARD DUNNE WERE WOEFULLY UNDERMANNED.BRAZIL, LUCKY TO HAVE THEIR FULL WORLD SQUAD AVAILABLE,WERE OVER PHYSICAL AGAINST THE POLITE IRISH.KAKA, AS HIS NAME SUGGESTS,OUGHT TO ASK HIS JESUS FOR A MORE TOLERANT PERSONALITY.HIS RESPONSE TO THE SUBLIME TACKLES OF ZINADINE KILBANE LEFT A LOT TO BE DESIRED.ANYWAY, BEER WAS DRANK PIES EATEN AND A GOOD LAUGH HAD BY ALL.

Man finds a river

Settles
on her banks,

The river provides

still, he’s not happy,
He wants to possess her

stop her flowing

through his fingers.

Dislocated

his fear

feels powerful.

I met a tree in Camden Square

He looked happy for a change
three wood peckers

frolicked in his branches

Singing in

the Spring
Happy comes easier
When the Sun shines.

You drank up my madness

Stored it Jewell in your heart

Now that we’re apart

I wade in it’s bondage.