punchy's poems 1

unesco poetry day limerick city

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UNESCO World Book Day Reading, Limerick Sat 23rd April 2016

need indeed

A need indeed

Yes it was you, who needed me,...
So I came, each time you called,
Sorting out some or other melee,
My decision never stalled,

Yes you had need of me, it was you,
So help me, I was there in a flash,
My arrow straight, my aim always true,
To your aid, I would readily dash,

My way, you had needed, yes,
Though, not always calm or cool,
In all we did, we were blessed,
You were never to any a fool,

Later, when you needed my ear,
About what was best to do,
I held your hand, fought off the fear,
Told you, I’d always be true,

You needed me, so I was there,
At the drop of a hat, I appeared,
My mind was always clear,
It was for you, I always feared,

Whenever you called, on the phone,
I kept my promise, right through,
Together, for we were never alone,
It’s now, more than ever, I have need of you.

snails

 

 

 

 

Shady muddies (snails)

 

Oh the shady muddies are coming, they’re climbing up our walls,

Slowly they’re not running, as they slither they won’t fall,

They’re drinking the rain water, their house upon their backs,

The plants they eat and slaughter, they know nothing of government tax,

 

Silently they move, leaving a shiny trail behind,

They have neither rhythm nor groove, nothing on their mind,

Freely they are roaming, to each and every door,

You never hear them moaning, neither rich nor poor,

 

But those shady muddies are coming, probing with their horns,

Like politicians running, from people crowned with thorns?

Promising all sorts, all kinds of raves and rants,

Together with their cohorts, have eaten all our plants,

 

They’re snails you see, living free off this green land,

Paying lip service to you and me, saying everything is grand,

They don’t do a lot, just slither slowly round,

They’ll tax everything you got, hidden well just underground,

 

And we won’t see it coming, distraction is their game,

While we’re up in arms and running, their plan remains the same,

Tax everything that moves, tax all that we can see,

Hide their clever little grooves, nothing comes for free,

 

Shady muddies won’t be rushed, into nothing will they be hurled,

To move they must be pushed, they plan to rule the world,

Oh shady muddy shady muddy, please stick out your horns,

All your efforts seen are shoddy; we pay tax before we’re born,

 

This country is our garden, while you feed beneath the grass,

The people have now hardened; we want to kick your ass,

While Merkel is your queen, her way becomes your rule,

In all that we have seen, she’s played you for a fool,

 

In Europe snails are rich, they bide their time and wait,

For Greece to make their pitch, sealing another countries fate,

Ireland on the other hand, waits and hopes and prays,

All shady muddy parties banned, numbered are their days.

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.