who'd be a mistress eh ?

Alone or used?

 

It can’t have been easy, watching from afar,

Wishing things turned out a little better for you,

Smiling faces at weddings lovers wishing on a star,

Missing all those things you believed to be true,

Yet you held on waiting for Mr Right,

Thought maybe he’d come on a great white horse,

Your savour your shining knight,

You still wait filling with remorse,

Old suitors married with kids and a wife,

All seemingly happy with their lot,

Now feeling you lost out on a life,

They seem to have everything that you have not,

In truth always the bridesmaid yet never a bride,

Your friends all married each with their man,

This life you yearned for always denied,

Were you too eager? Is that why they ran,

It’s a lonely life a spinster alone,

Too late now to try anything new,

No liaisons arranged on the phone,

Dashed hopes of watching children as they grew,

Should you turn to religion now there’s nothing else,

Perhaps the priest will let you serve at the altar,

No, everyone would know then you are still on that shelf,

That all your efforts tried and faltered,

Enough then, to feed the birds in the park,

Throwing stale bread from a stale life,

To slumber all alone in the dark,

Never to be called as someone’s wife,

No it’s never easy to watch from afar,

Plenty offers for a mistress in tow,

No, you’ll wait for your shining star,

For that kind of love you could not go,

Though he may never come you’re mister right somehow,

You will never give in to that Mr right now.

mommas little birdie ha :)

True detective in childhood

 

There must have been sixty children in six flats in balla,

So every now and then one or two would have a little fight,

It didn’t matter if you were a girl or a fella,

If you felt someone wronged you then you had to put it right,

 

Gillian was her name and I was told she squealed,

About some or other thing I might or not have done,

Well I was going to have her and all would be revealed,

By the time I was finished she would be having a lot less fun,

 

I was grounded until the father came home,

But I saw her out through the window of my room,

The door was locked and I was on my own,

Waiting for the strap by the light of the moon,

 

“I’ll get you” I roared as she walked passed my house,

“It’s all your fault that I’m waiting on the strap”

Get in from that window you stupid old louse,

No idea what you’re on about or I’ll give you a slap,

 

Well you told my mother what I did the other day,

Now I’m for the high jump and it’s all down to you,

Ah shut up you fool she said “I had nothing to say,”

My mother told me and lying is something they don’t do,

 

As we shouted up and down from the window it rained,

It was always a secret how my mother knew everything,

I worked it all out though and I was sure who was to be blamed,

It was that Gillian one, hell to her world I was about to bring,

 

My mother told me a little birdie told her on me,

And I worked it out that it had to be you,

Sure isn’t your mother’s name birdie,

So all the time what my mother said has to be true.

superhero moms

For mothers on mother’s day

 

Warden style

 

She used to do the washing by the sink in our upstairs kitchen,

Stood there like a prison warden all knowing all seeing,

There were a lot of us little prisoners mostly fighting or bitching,

She’d let out a roar which would send the lot of us fleeing,

Yet, there was no escaping this warden of the masses,

For held every tool known to mankind,

No misdemeanour escaped her all seeing glasses,

If you were involved, she knew it, and soon you, she would find,

We believed she could see through walls,

She also heard noises before we could make them,

Just before you were to get up to something she called,

And god help you if you if to her you hadn’t ran,

Get your arse over here to this sink she’d say,

So I can look into your blackening soul,

“Shit” you knew you were caught; there was nothing you could say,

 As your mind sank deeper into that guilty hole,

“Wait until your father gets home and I tell him what you did,”

Somehow you knew it was either the boot or the strap,

And long before he got home you were hours just hid,

It was as if no matter what she had you always in her trap,

We knew all about super heroes with super powers from comic books,

If people knew we had them walking up and down our block every day,

Yet you could never tell unless you knew how to look,

Every mother with one look had a multitude of things to say,

Those balla flats had twelve families all with their own superhero,

No matter what you did or where you went in limerick city they knew,

Without leaving the house whatever you did they’d know

They even changed into a little bird and we believed they flew.

close enough to be far away

Close enough to be far away

 

It must have been a race but no one told me,

From start to finish all the lanes may have been filled,

Where it took place was so much a mystery,

It may have been a relay at times, ye’re batons never spilled,

Well no one bothered to inform me,

 

I thought I was part of the team,

At least that was how it was supposed to be run,

Yet your rule book was so different from the one I’d seen,

All together running and you all were having the fun,

On show for years yet I was nowhere to be seen,

 

Was it a race and if so why didn’t I know?

I spoke to you all almost every week,

I would have partaken if I was asked to go,

But in plain sight you played hide and seek,

Ye’re relationships all strong mine a no go,

 

Running round in groups and if I called, always one on one,

Placating me with platitudes agreeing with my every word,

It was a race alright, but one which I could never have run,

I’m wired differently then you or so I have heard,

So much so, I am not included in your version of fun,

 

It’s too late now I guess you are happy with your race,

No room for someone wired like me,

Keep running together, I am what you cannot face,

I am all you can’t or won’t ever want to see,

I am past I am present I am that place,

 

If it’s a race then I was shoved out,

Simply put, I am all you wish to forget,

In your hurry to run you whisper not shout,

You will forever be caught in my net,

You will see me in every race running about,

 

Just on the edge of your peripheral vision,

A worry that seems distant from you now,

Most likely a group taken decision,

Omitted from inclusion somehow,

Close enough to be distant, by omission.

replaceable

Replaceable

 

 

Standing on the corner of the world, looking down on your planet,

Are you a god into humanity hurled? Watching us procreate and man it,

 

Believing only you have the right, to allow your subjects to think,

Any upset will feel your wrath and might, fear hovering on the brink,

 

Annihilation for those who withstand, any call you decide, you will make,

It’s your world albeit manned, but your throne they want to take,

 

Oh, you will show them who is boss, on dying breath you will never concede,

You don’t care the cost or loss, upon your death only, your throne be freed,

 

For you are master of all stood there, they know not of anything lest you decree,

As you rule with word and fear, some minions look and truly see,

 

Beware the calf who drinks too much, his body grows large and strong,

He needs no help to drink as such; his aim is firm his journey long,

 

He bides his time and watches well, an ageing god who lowers his guard,

You, that cow dried up, he’ll fell, and with ease it will not be hard,

 

So stand there on your corner proud, survey all that you can see,

Listen hard to the silence loud, your subjects long are free,

 

No god are you over any man, they see just what you are,

Your throne be filled because any can, your are but a falling star,

 

Beware the feeling only you are right, those about you, always wrong,

Behind you, for your throne will fight, your replacement won’t be so long.