Poetry in motion

@Sgt Pepper wrote:

A Story Dwelling

There are may rooms in my Father’s house..
(John 14:2)

I have a vision of you in the Nineteen Sixties.
I can’t really see you beyond that.
Not for a while,
Not for the life of me.

I see Saint James’ in September
And the marrying of your love
Elizabeth
Beth
Betty.
Thin, dark suit –
Masculine mystery
Shaving bowl
Magnified by the young.

It’s as if speaking for you then,
I answer everything asked for now.
Handclasping your boy on Sarsfield Road.

Now, another future memory graft:
Dublin Port and Docks,
A construct of oil and sinew,
Your black hair and boots.
Fledgling Father,
A blaze of blue eyes burning blur holes
In the glare of your unborn son
Tobacco fingers.

I sense your family take flight
Bungalow, Inchicore
Towards the single story built by your own hands.
Some semblance of me –
Too soon.
In retreat I allow all become outline,
Let all begin fade.
I shall always see you younger now.
Younger than I have ever been.

Sarge just had a good look at this and seriously, not farting around, but thank feck this is one of the very coolest fingys it’s been my pleasure to read anywhereboards.

Totally appreciate it………..in the top ten I’d rate ….it’s beyond silver or gold……

yeah ok it’s even RubeSta class, and i’m nicking for me music thread.
: o )

Magic work

@Sgt Pepper wrote:

Parting of the bed, see?
Holocaust of silence.
He brewed for himself
His own basket case.
Weaved from water and other such
Urgencies of thirst,
Fluid in steady recline.

Holocaust of silence? What an image. Gulp.

A blaze of blue eyes burning blur holes
In the glare of your unborn son

I don’t even know what “blur holes” means, but…WOW, and the glare of an unborn son? Shizzit, that’s intense. No wonder some are born geniuses and some not. I must have been wearing a pair of sunglasses in utero. Sgt., fanfriggingtastic. I believe that is an infix, as only something extraordinary would do for a compliment.

Stephen

@rubyred wrote:

och wheest ! ..

I thought you were saying…”mmm, yummy, give me kiss.”

Imagine my disappointment to find out you were telling me to shut my pie hole. :evil:

@rubyred wrote:

@stephen1 wrote:

@rubyred wrote:

och wheest ! ..

I thought you were saying…”mmm, yummy, give me kiss.”

Imagine my disappointment to find out you were telling me to shut my pie hole. :evil:

no i didnt !! i was speaking to myself :) as i oft do.

now gissa kiss…. xx

And there was me thinking I was promised first snog, Stephen. You’re nothing but a cad. sir! :twisted:

@rubyred wrote:

hoy buggerlugs, get aff my man :)

Och…okay..but only coz ye asked me nicely..

..and slipped me a tenner.. :twisted: