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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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