cinders (Remove filter)
Fear
Attack the darkness, attack the fear
Allow goodness to grow
The mind to clear
Attack the emptiness, let the embers glow
Bring faith to the fore, it’s time for us to show
Show that we’re willing to stand up tall
Show that we’ll try even if we fall
Fall for a cause not by the wayside
Time to run, to charge at the fear
To know we’ve lived life to its cinder
Tuesday 5th July 2022 9:11 pm
Aversion Therapy
Sounds a bit John Donne
Breasts and thighs so firm,
Lying cold at the mercy of
That fruity graveyard worm
With age you consider more
The destiny of your remains
When time puts an end to
Yearsful of aches and pains
Bodies decay, even one as
Delicious as bonny Linda's,
Whatever made her stipulate
Bowing out in hot cinders?
Either way she's history
...Thursday 15th October 2020 11:10 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Civilities
3 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
33 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
44 minutes ago
Rolph David on The Anchorage Gambit – Reflexive Control
57 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Stats (To be continued)
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Tikumtok
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
1 hour ago
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
8 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
10 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
11 hours ago