They got me on milk and alcohol

Well morphine which is kind of pleasant

If not something I’d indulge in too often

If at all

I like my mind the same as i like


Crystal clear

Fast flow cascading

Into dragonfly filled

Kaleidoscopes of calm


Water filled with dreams and



but 3 operations in one on a shoulder

Leaves you





On recovery trail

Fighting and writing over

Now its writing and everything









Watching kids grow


One finger typing

The path robert frost pointed to

I want to explore

Eyes wide

Heart open.

Mind sponge_like to absorb

But more to think beyond

Its hard to type in pain

But its harder not to write

The keyboard is a bit high

I not allowed

Drink alcohol ( is whiskey really included its surely not)

Fight well spar but i dont mind. I excited about other projects

Disco dance ( i could shuffle)

Use my left arm at all. ( interesting being one armed)

I can



Drink water but not whiskey did i mention bushmills are not happy

One hand type

Walk a bit, not too far frankie or you fall or get dizzy more like in opposite order dizzy then fall

Talk not too much cos i get dizzy but i talk alot now

Feck this is sore.

I met loads of new people friday in hospital and they were kind and nice and laughed and talked.

Im ramblimg now

Which is okay

Everyone should read Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine

Everyone should just read

Humanity is split in two



Non readers

You dont need david Attenborough to identify either variety.

Have to stop finger is tired

Eyes wrecked

Mind altered

Memory not the mae west

If i forget someone

I can make a list

Check it twice

See whos




(As hostess says put on your own mask first, same is true for the application of the touch of kindness to oneself, cant believe i used the word oneself , am i






Mmmmm god forbid)

Shoulder pulsing waves to remind me its there

Smile still smiling

Birds are whistling outside

Time sleep

Good night or day

(C) frankie mcgivney

I like

Of a day when the light shines

Or a night when the moon wanes

I have an inclination in my soul

To disco dance naked under

A velvet sky while reading a poem

I heard somewhere about dragonflies

Roamimg beneath a rainbow cloud

Of half demented singing robins

Who fell in love with wide eyed swans

Along a lake side where humans kiss

While holding hands refusing the cross

To love a man or a woman with golden

Hair or purple or brown skin or black

Who strokes a cat with love or walks

A dog or pictures a day when mans

Dreams no longer include guns

Where stones build halls to sing

And floors to swing surrounded by

A jungle of trees breathing the earths

Air and exhaling the green for a

Panther and a giraffe, a rat and a

Lion, an elephant and every creature

Inbetween who swim in lakes

Of blue shimmering crystal stars

Of lifes sweet hope feeding flora

Coloured from the ultra of the crimson

To the infra of the purple in hippey

Jippey and straight and narrow

Lines of all the souls free from

The guilt of god and the cruetly

Inflicted by demented men

To float among the worlds of

Imagination where adults

Remember the secrets of fairy

Rings and gobstoppers and

Imaginary friends who cuddle

When you cry and friends hold

Hands and hugs are free

And pages are turned to read

Words and pencils return to

Draw rainbow in the sky

Above shoeless races through

Meadows of

To the song of the corn crake

Romancing flamingo

With poor eyeside and a taste

For all the world has to gift

To those.who open their hearts

To touch the world with love

(C) Frankie Mcgivney

Spring a

We walked by with out a care

Silence shadowed in the park

The ghosts disco danced within

Hidden behind the china vase

ornate fields sprung forth

golden daffodils filled streams

Of gold to lift the eyes swimming

Meandering paths of spring time

Bluebells entwined in love with

The daisys pale wedding dress

Ring of fairy dust sheen

Barefoot through the dew

We ran to skip within

The Spring

(C) frankie mcgivney


He touches your skin

With trembling hands

Looks in your eyes


Your name

Echoes on his breath

His fingers on

Your cheek

He smiles

His body shudders

Inside your mind

His body crumbles

You feel

His hand


your scream

Once more

He waited

Until then

His lips upon


He whispers

From below

Into your heart

What you knew

When his eyes

And yours

Made us

(C) frankie mcgivney