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In the pub

Well

Water

Nah whiskey

I’d prefer a martini

A who

With a small drop of gin

Sweet Jesus

Now Tommy mind the tongue

Mmmm

A green spot, make it a double and a martini with gin for Denis there barkeep

Right you are Tommy

Nice dress there Denis

It’s Denise tonight Richard

Your right there now, it is Denise for sure

Is it comfortable

What

Well the get up

The get up?

The dress

It’s not too bad.

Breezy I’d assume

Fresh

Yeah fresh

Grand colours by the way

Ah green goes well with my eyes

Ah here give over with that now

Do you not agree

Yeah right

And the under carriage

Ah tucked and slung

Jaysus

Ah he would climb down from the cross

Be no harm and we in need of the wood

I wouldn’t be wanting to get that now

What

Wood

Wood?

You know a surging down below

Ah right

Yeah cause me an injury

So come here tell me are you a transgender or a transvestite or a cross dresser

Well I won’t be getting anything cut of

Thank fuck for that

Yeah I just like the liberating feeling of it

Sure gives you more choice

What

Well you know a more varied wardrobe

True

Jeans trousers skirt dress shirt or blouse

And all the colours

So are you set for the mart tomorrow

Ah yeah come here get me a pint of stout will you

For sure

Fecking half shot from that martini malarkey

Frankie with a WIP

Begin

With yellow roses

Scented on the touch

Of skin fragrent

In morning dew

With translucent glimpses

Of passing ghosts

Behind fluttering curtains

With words lined in order

Of radiant sentences

Constructs of telling paragraphs

In silver lined tales of imagination

With a smile

Radiant through time

Illuminating dusty trails

Where dreams sleep

Between adventure strolls

Frankie writing words 1st Jan 2022

Random

50 dreams are missing and they didn’t use the door

Just screamed a little hole where there wasn’t one before

Now the army and Gardai are searching high and low

For the saints who fell from grace with the rising of the low

The tide is flowing up hill

And the flies are kissing sky

The dreams are in the clouds

And the world is flying high

The birds are on the game now

The wall is crumbling soft

But smile is on the rise

With the mountain’s turning tune

The dew is singing poems

The cat barking songs

And the dog is sipping whiskey

With the burning of the woes

So let yourself be happy

Embrace a lonesome smile

And let the beauty find you

While the sun is in the sky

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Words thrown out random from a mind glad to feel the pen in hand for letters instead of numbers

May happiness embrace your souls

Silence

I look inside myself

And see my heart is lost

I look inside her words

And know the light to shine

I listen to the sounds

Of history skip repeat

I feel the words of mine before

with laughter save her breath

I hear my silence now

Save the love her heart desires

I look inside my self

To feel the calm swim clear

Frankie with the thoughts inside which make a man different from the crowd who succumb to their own needs. I was raised to do what’s right but more importantly what i am is my actions or reactions to protect the essence of what I believe is right to protect the others . The action to save is of no use if the reactions then result in the end of one or the other or both. Silence is not loved in a world where the need to find closure through words is paramount when the true light is waiting to illuminate in the glorious beauty of the colourful spectrum of the silent world inside where happiness is found in the peace of imagination

Small things

Butterfly on my hand

Where will you go

Will you stay a while

So I can recall the red

Mix with the blue

Summer sky of rain

Where will you pour

Will you stay a while

Upon my brow

Remind me of my skin

Alive in your touch

Words of an authors tale

Where will you flow

Will you stay a while

To caress the space within

Empty of all except the words

You share to tell the world

The path you spin

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Today

Blue was the colour

Of the gloves he wore

And 17 died today

Her face was divine

Beneath the mask she wore

And a Mammy’s lungs drowned alone

Their tune echoed in the trees

Drifting in crisp morning air

And New York lost more than on the 11th

Her smile warmed to three pigs and a wolf

His heart given the chance to read the tale

And 300000 joined the doles queue

The virus reproduced some more

Within the Ex-soldier’s last breath

And a daughter wept alone

Frank Mcgivney

no more

No more I’ll go a roaming

Through the silent rivers where

The crocodiles sing the blues

To a man born of slaughters love

Whose blood never coloured

the blush of a maidens cheek

Upon a river bank she owned

With her smile shadowed by

The distant rainbow scream

Of a cloud born of a womb

Coloured grey in amber flames

No more will the soft of her skin

Touch the jamboree of piano

Accordion strings spread wide

To return from worlds where

Memories he recalls of adventures

In crystal clear monotones

Which he knows never existed

Beyond the shattered lines of chaos

Roaming in parallel triangular

Opium shaded brick roads

Stretching deep within to find

The girl with the off centred eye

With a tale to relate of crime

Designed to spin the crumbled

Side of a golden dollar bill

As it spins further away

From where his heart belongs

Frank McGivney

Peace forgotten

Whispering the wind

Hails my peace

Thundering showers

Raging in my mind

Images spiralling

I stretch I tear the skin

From my arms to grasp

The memories they hold

But I fail

I surrender

the fight over

They cry their tears

The desire to be caught

Lost in the silence

The empty echo

I hear inside

The peace

A hollow friend

I wished

I never embraced

With hollow thoughts

A friend reflected

In the mirror

With my eyes

Vacant of the past

My memories

Shut behind a door

With a key

Rusted from overuse

The therapy to remember

Corroded, it lies with the rest

Memory notes with words

I can’t comprehend

Images I can’t recall

Screams I can’t roar

Calm I drift inside

To heal to hope

To stray slow

Along a path

With a start

As unclear

As the end

Praying

I’ll find a peace

Full of dreams

Rather than this

Blank space

void of memory

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Remember when you see the emptiness in another’s eyes that behind the empty echos is a man or woman struggling to reach themselves before ever they can touch the world outside

Happy

It’s not that their sad

Or want to be

It’s just they’re not happy

They’re not unhappy either

Is it the worst state to be

Neither one or the other

Is there no feelings where they lay

Not smiling or crying

With no jokes to make her cringe

Or no sad tale to make them sorry

they were foolish enough to have

enquired of your state of pleasure

A monotonous line where memory

Is safe and you don’t howl at the moon

Where frustration screams to be heard

And orgasms come and go without

A growl or a a roar

In the morning the reflection reminds

Me to smile to take the crooked eye

As a reminder of who I am and smile

With gratitude for looking as different

As the words inside veer from the mean

To embrace the sing song of the dreams

I hear echoing from sky to river in my

Mind searching for a page to be born

I can’t remember some things but my

Soul remember a touch an embrace

A warmth a love a joy a body

Eyes and scars smooth skin soft hair

The sound of her breath

The smell of her soul

The scream of her pleasure

The ripple of her ecstasy

Her eyes on me from afar

And I look into my eyes and I say

Today frankie is a day when

You will sing a song

And tell a tale

When laughter will be shared

And you will feel alive

And I prefer to feel enough

To forget and to cry and to

Laugh and to roar and howl

And read and write and sing

To notice the orange of a sky

And the fresh breeze of a midnight sky

To hear the heart beat of being me

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Love

I wake in the middle of my thoughts

Floating through a white raft lane

Wondering where the end began

Knowing the beginning lies ahead

I drift beneath the frozen streams

Desiring nothing more than to scream

The explosion needed to be set free

Resonating on the branch i flounder

Unknowing where my mind should

Roam to find the peace I would never

Desire with the use of the fight to

Tattoo inside the painting chaos

Raging through floating smiles

Hitchhiking on emotion I never

Wanted but embedded they instil

The virtues taking the no away

Ensuring all I can do is crave

The warmth enveloped in the

Scent of her skin when her

Movement beneath me stirs

Her perspiration to cocktail

Into a mix we can only ever

Taste through the veil of the

Highway of an Atlantic sky

Roaming for the jazz time

Rip to plaster the void

The fluttering smile fills

Glowing through the depth

She turns fast to my slow

Holds my hand

The crowd smile

The music ripples

The anger melts with the decay

Of the shadows grey

And I look into her eyes

And the dance ricocheting

Eternal sings the tune

Through the clear fog

Embracing me to our

Ever home in this space

Where she holds mine.

(C) francis joesph Mcgivney