St Patrick’s day

Happy st Patrick’s day

To all the people

In the world

From Ireland

Everyone of you is beautiful

In your souls and minds

From Frankie and Lukey mcgivney father and son

Irish strength

When the crown killed

Our children with hunger

Feed through greed

A nation learned to fight

By

Talking with words

Rhyming lyrical beauty

While saying nothing at all

A rich culture

Devoid of material wealth

Adorned with tales

And sceals

Of Swans sailing across

The wide sea to heavens door

Silence holds the strength

The foreigners never could

Sense within the feelings

Of the mothers in the uplands

Who dug stones with hands

Worn of nails

And skin trailed with tears

Wept for children

Starved

A genocide fed

Of potatoes rotted

And crops on ships

Set sail for English lands

Frankie mcgivney writing of a march day after listening to a historian waxing lyrical with mr tiernan

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

Saturday

They sense the special

In each other

My ma and my daughter

The wonder in their eyes

The gentle strength

Of their soul

The words of my ma

Expressions to explain

The exploration of the self

Is added to by the query of

Her grandchild

Standing over the place of rest

Of my grand parents

Shared with the ashes of my da

Her question with a twinkle

do you get to choose

Your grave neighbours ?

Catching my eye

The one we share in misdirected

Common beauty.

Our laughter mingled

With the words

Reaching beyond the ordinary

To a place where

Dreams embrace the wonder

Of thoughts drifting unheeded

By human restraints

To wonder at the beauty of the world

Where dragonflies drift within the mind

Through rainbow slides of self discovery

Love

Inside her heart

She can fly when she dreams

She can sing when she walks

She can smile with her soul

And love with her eyes

She can touch in the lark

And pray to your mind

She can dream for you both

And make love with her words

She can snuggle from afar

And in the brown of her eyes

She can reflect what yearns

Inside my heart

Frankie Mcgivney writing stuff that matters

Kisses

When you send me your kisses

Take the wrapping from the flower

And shower me with your passion

Give me all or give me none

And in return

You can take with love

Everything of worth

The words , the love,

The kiss, the moans

The touch, the look

And the key to search

For more

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Lark’s call

Listening in her chair

Creaking in its age

Watching dew caress

Web lines of her spider

Crisscross the splinters

Worn from her lovers

Gift upon her porch

Orange melts to blue

Drowning in the tune

Twittering to twist

Between the green

Interrupted in crimson

Swirling yellow jade

Feathers enveloping

The yearning song

Of a lark’s lover’s

Heart

(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

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

Forever

They drip to languish

Beneath the collar

The tears of realisation

Her smell was in your

Dreams but her hand

Is somewhere else

–

The smile languishes

Beneath the thoughts

The realisation her

Heart and yours

Will never drift apart

–

There is no Mountain Dew

No sunrise and falling moon

No painted smile

No flower in bloom

Can compare with her smile

The beauty spot on her cheek

The tiny imperfection

Of her perfect eyes

The colour of her skin

Her strength of her chin

The perfect curve of her nose

The shape her lips create

To form a aphrodisiac smile

–

Her scream upon your skin

Caresses the warmth within

The place deep inside your

Mind where your hearts

Beat is owned by her touch

Alone where the growl

Of your love making

Climaxes with eyes

Locked deep to see

The love you share

In mind and body

In flesh and words

In her in you

In us

(Frankie love her forever mcgivney