christyodonnellreading march 28 2012.MP4

a message to dublin city council might be fun to see if they reply at all mmmmmmmmmm??????????

Water ship drown


In Dublin city council they are living in a dream,

Where Ireland is the capital of Dublin it would seem,

Where nothing seems to matter as long as Dublin gets,

All the things that they desire in case anyone forgets,

Their pipes are leaking water from cracks down underground,

To find these leaky pipes no one yet has dug up or found,

Yet they pay someone to survey how much it will cost to fix,

But not one shovel left their yard their decision dirty tricks,

Nothing else is valued outside their running of their city,

Wanting the water from the Shannon the liffey smells quite iffy,

If they get their way and pump our Shannon water every day,

Hoping us in the west remain silent as they have their way,

Give the guys in Dublin the job of fixing all yer leaks,

Employment in this country could do with 1 or 2 little tweaks,

Instead of hair brained schemes to rape and plunder in the west,

Our water doesn’t leak we repair and we also test,

Never mind the flora and the fauna that you might kill,

Pumping water from our Shannon will leak in Dublin still,

If you think the corrib pipeline crowd were really up in arms,

Try us in the west we’ll show you all our charms,

Bring your pipes and pumps and put them in the Shannon,

At the doors of Dublin castle you will find the west is banging,

What in all good sense makes you think you have the right?

To take what’s not belong to you and not expect a fight,

You plunder us with taxes and do things your own way,

And hope it goes unnoticed we will have bugger all to say,

Well we don’t know or care how or where you get water to flow,

But into this west of Ireland is not you’re place to go,

Take another meeting and have your lunch in Grafton Street,

We’ll have you for desert when the Shannon people meet,

No water from our region will you steal for you’re leaky city,

Save the money on the pipes dip one in the liffy,

Dublin city council can take the west to court,

They have lots of cash but we have the people as support,

Fix yer leaking pipes and put the liffey water to the test,

Keep yer hands off the Shannon River if you know Whats best,

Get off yer lazy arses and do what you know is right,

Try taking our Shannon water and you’ll get one hell of a fight,

32 counties in Ireland 6 we may say we left fall,

That leaves 25 and 1 other shithole houses the Dail.

09.03.2012
Water boy.


Get away from our water ya lousy ould git,

Cos yer pipes are leaking and you don’t want to get wet,

Just cos it’s cheaper to pump ours from the Shannon river,

Is it too cold in Dublin and fixing hands might shiver,

It’s water from limerick that can fix all that you seek,

Fix you’re on damn pipes go and find the leaks,

If you need water from limerick to help with you’re plight,

Take what’s left after we clean up from the shite,

We are sick of hearing how this country just fell,

Stay up in Dublin and get wet as well,

I don’t understand just why you can’t try,

If it’s water you need take a look towards the sky,

But no you’ll take our water your pipes to feed,

While they still leak you want us to pay you for the deed,

Now I know ye think we are all mad in the west,

But this is a very foolhardy quest,

If ye have yare ways then rather then fix the odd pipe,

It is much preferred to put up with all of the hype,

This is a country that has more rain any one I know,

Yet ye want water and can’t find someplace else to go,

And the governing body of Ireland reside in this place,

Is there any one of them still a part of the human race?

But let’s face it there used to be 32 counties in this land,

Six are slowly coming back which is grand,

And the other 25 don’t matter whatsoever at all,

Just as long as their good old Dublin doesn’t fall,

And fall it will I hope, amid all of the hype,

Straight into the Irish sea through a leaky old pipe,

And who will they blame when Dublin is gone and lost,

The 25 counties that don’t matter will have to pay the cost,

Either way they always find something for us to pay,

I’d hand over my lot if that mob in Dublin would just go away,

I think the pipes in Dublin are just like our lot in the Dail,

Leaking money to the banks like a sieve helping us fall,

In all the years the governments and their pipes were leaking,

In Dublin it appears there is no water keeping,

Keep on if you want to fight we’ll oblige in a jiffy,

But if you’re desperate for water take it out of the Liffy,

24 Nov. 11

christyodonnell1963savetheshannon.MP4

on video here also

1 of three ventures into lingerie ha ha no more

The dresser


Oh the trouble I’ve had from underwear for women,

I should never have started from the every beginning,

Having viewed the wonder bra with great delight,

And rummaged in the lingerie drawer out of sight,

I stood in the bedroom looking at these under clothes,

In vast array laid out on the sheets under my nose,

A worrying thought had entered my empty head,

What’s all the secrecy about these things lying on my bed?

And why do women take hours trying to decide?

There’s an old saying don’t knock what you haven’t tried,

Well I thought we’re about the same size I’ll give it a go,

Sure there’s no one watching who would know,

I put on what I thought would look like it was herself,

And in doing so tripped over a thong near her shelf,

I caught the strap of the bra in the handle of the door,

And tumbled banging my head on the floor,

I took stockings from the drawer and slipped them right on,

Hooked them in the belt I had over this thong,

And snapped the clips to keep them in place,

Looking in the mirror I was a total disgrace,

I grabbed a Basque from that mess on the bed

And slipped this too right over my head,

Here I was covered in lace and frills,

I looked a right pervert seeking weird thrills,

This is fun I thought as I tried on some more,

Before I knew it there was a pile 2 feet high on the floor,

I was beginning to have fun with this underwear,

Sure at this point I didn’t mind what way I appeared,

I was lost in my cross dressing having sheer delight,

When I heard the gate open I nearly died with the fright,

She’s home early with a friend saying come in for a drink,

My heart like the titanic began to just sink,

In dread I rushed putting everything back in sort of its place,

But I just couldn’t hide the embarrassed look on my face,

And as we sat drinking tea in the kitchen by the table,

There was but one conclusion I’d come to I felt able,

Never venture across to your ladies side of the room,

And avoid confrontation with impending gloom,

If you sleep on the same side of the bed as your clock,

When you wake be grateful your drawer holds only your jocks,

1-Mar-12

True Friend’s


Where would you go to find a good friend?

How far would you travel perhaps to the end?

The end of your world or maybe to theirs,

Would you be prepared to help with their fears?

Can you think of how far all your friends will go,

And are they true friends how do you know,

Is there just one who has waited with you?

Through thick and thin past old and new,

If there is then you are better then many,

You are in something these days that’s a little uncanny,

Same sex friends are accepted as the norm,

Having the opposite is seen as bad form,

Besides you there can be only one,

Two is enough or it soon loses its fun,

But a friend who will stand by your every need,

Wanting nothing from you by way of greed,

A simple gift on that special day,

A card with few words just friends to say,

And in return what do you get,

Someone who will help you not to fret,

A friend who will stand by you by choice,

And when you stumble with answers you hear their voice,

So cherish true friends and hold them close,

They are beside you when you need them most,

Helping you smile and turning your frown,

Into joy and laughter upside down,

Answering the phone when late at night,

When you or them has got a fright,

Or burning their ears when you’ve had a beer,

Listening intently saying yes you made yourself clear,

Putting up with you as you break into song,

Knowing full well that you are wrong,

If all who live had just one true friend,

That stood with them right to their very end,

Then nothing in this world would be out of place,

Everywhere you go you’d see a smiling face,

So if a good true friend you keep close to your heart,

Cherish them and pray that you never do part,

And at night as you lay down in bed to sleep,

Ask your god their soul to safely keep.

05 Mar. 12

christyodonnell1963 whitehouse poetry march 7 2012

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some more fun

The lingerry drawer


Having had a little row about this wonder bra,

I went looking for more ling eerie and a bit of sca,

I’d have to go snooping when she wasn’t there,

If I was to have any chance of a rummage without fear,

So I’m off for the weekend she said with a shout,

Aha here’s my chance to see what this ling eerie is all about,

So off she went to her ladies dancing weekend away,

Leaving me at home alone to rummage for the day,

So with a quiet house and no one to disrupt my endeavour,

I opened one drawer with a hint of a shiver,

For no man would be caught dead inside a woman’s attire,

Unless he is a cross dresser she’d set him on fire,

So rummage I did for all of my sins,

The first thing I found were hats for Siamese twins,

Ahead I forged and on with my task,

I came across something labelled a Basque,

A nice little number but then it hit me with such pain,

What is she doing with a separatist from Spain?

Then there were stockings and tights and something like a belt,

Painful looking thing with straps and clips I felt,

Then what looked like a ball of string but I was wrong,

After an hour of untangling they turned out to be thongs,

And as I laid it all out there neatly on the bed,

I stood there mouth open scratching my head,

I thought of the times for women men had to wait,

It dawned on me why women are notoriously running late,

Before they ever decide on the colour of their dress,

They go through all their underwear trying to impress,

Then cover it all up with a blouse or a frock,

She feels so sexy smiling and your mans watching the clock,

Do I look nice she asks parading about the floor?

She may as well be dressed in a thong as you head for the door,

Tell me I look nice she will say play your part,

How can any man see sure you cover it up from the start,

All this from one drawer in one locker,

And eleven more to go oh what a shocker,

And right there in the middle a Basque separatist from Spain,

I gave up I’ll never go down her drawers ever again.

23.02.2012

History hill


He is often seen sat at the foot of hartigan’s hill,

Eyeing all who travel by coming and going still,

He recalls a time when there was no bus or car,

And he as a child he could run however far,

The hill in front meant nothing to him then,

He had run over it and back time and again,

While waiting for his mother who walked out from the town,

Carrying her shopping in bags weighed down,

And the long walk out the knocklasheen road,

It never dawned on him then to lighten her load,

Now and then a horse drawn cart would trot by,

Hoisting her lot saying drop those at the gate as you go by,

And then she’d continue to walk along the road praying,

Her eye ever watchful of her son playing,

Hoping for him there would be a better way in life,

An angel in the form of a fine precious wife,

And he moves from the foot of this memory filled hill,

He begins his walk yet half way up he sits still,

Here he recalls his youth and since passed dead friends,

Blessing himself he silently prays wishing he’d made amends,

For all the wrongs he might have done in the past,

As motor cars go by travelling way too fast,

Everything is too fast now no one takes the time,

To stop and chat spin a yarn or a line,

Age has a grip on him now and he knows well,

Won’t be too long now he’ll be in heaven or hell,

He likens himself to history a time of the past,

Walking this hill of memory not knowing if he will last,

And as he reaches the top and looks back with a frown,

Behind him is his life full of up’s and downs,

Memories all filled with sadness and joy,

A walk with his mother when he was but a boy,

Ahead of him his grandson waving seems strange,

Thinking some things in life will just never change,

His son and daughter in law stop in their nice shiny car,

He gets out to walk with them saying it isn’t that far,

You’re a good lad he says as they walk along the road,

I was just thinking of your grandmother and her heavy load,

And a time when over this hill we would run,

I wish I had been like you a better son.

24.02.2012