PEACE

 

Life is like a butterfly

In John Keats's eye, blue

But very beautiful flitting 

to death.

 

I’m looking out to season

And it is looking back at me.

The leaves are golden brown

And the sky is summer blue.

I wish that we could be united

Tender and true?

 

I can see the butterfly within

The layers of tears, I can feel

your magic hand of chance

getting to give humanity

Boldly saying though art free.

RAW WAR

 

Raw war

Is over.

 

Let

Humanity

Begin.

DE-MILI-TEAR-EYES

 

 

TOTEMBRYO

For Dennis

 

I’m flabbergasted, lost for words.

Aphantastic tales, essays, 

pensee’s to be published 

soon

is more than just poetry

Poetic humanity.

 

More than Lagan/Lapwing

More than taig, prod, jew

Red, blue, green, orange.

Don’t look out, look in

And you will wake to

The anagram N.I. We

 

Don’t realize we are

In such a unique place

On this raped, ravaged

Global earth. We have

What the world wants

Peace, poetry like sun-

Shine is free.

 

I wrote a poem in 94’

‘Unwritten graffiti’

 

It’s what we wont

Write now that really

Matters the clear white

Pristine spaces between

the verses.

 

Poetry iss beyond Irish ( I rich)

We are not Irish, English, euro-

Pean, we are beyond a protocol

A line drawn in a current-sea.

 

Six counties are we, we came

Through civil wars to get here.

This is a green and orange up-

Rising, our creation nation.