Poetry from Ireland #4

Inescapable

Sitting in front of a window

Girl with the braided hair

Can you see now?

Are you even there?

Cars fly by on a littered street

as piles of loud teenagers

and screaming kids

run about on the sidewalk below

Leaning out further

she sees, the broken glass

she hears, the chatter,

the horns, the barking

An array of sounds

that collide

to create an explosion of noise

that swirl around her

Creating chaos in the air

Girl with the brown eyes

Sitting on the window sill

Looks inward

to the place where she dwells

The sight of the same faces

with their same smiles

blurring together

The sounds of chitchat

and loud laughter

echoing through

Creating lies

There’s chaos here too

Girl with the sad smile

Looking to the window

and into the clear sky

where the planes zoom by

and the birds fly free

She sighs and thinks

"That will never be me."

Poetry from Ireland #3

Adventureland

Giants Causeway

Wind in my hair

earth under my feet

stepping forward

crawl, scratch, leap

Piles and piles of rocks ahead

brown and speckled

nestled on a water bed

Reach upward

pull myself higher

Climbing, climbing,

up, up, up

I feel the stares

questioning my actions

But I

keep going

uncaring

yet knowing

I look like that crazy girl

wandering off

in her own world

I, venture to

a place where no one else dares to be

the peak of the rocks, taking in the scene

I smile

breathe in the air

take a picture

and gaze out at the sea,

lost in a view

That only belongs to me.

Poetry from Ireland #2

Racing Through Ireland

Running down the grass

slippery and wet

Turn a corner

under oak trees

with their moldly bark

and sharp green leaves

Keep moving

forward

faster

"bump, bump"

over the old wooden bridge

ignoring that,

under those feet

the hush of the river

breathes, lives

Push farther

even faster

And in the air

suddenly

fills with a sweet perfume scent

Slow down

into the hues

of the purple-pinks

and the soft yellows

flowing through petals

Keep moving

Keep going

dancing through flowers

and out a gated door

start into a run again

a journey to see more.

Poetry from Ireland #1

A Summer in Dublin

Sunny day

cloudless skies

Mother nature is misleading

she lies and lies

Walking along in t-shirts and jeans

Poor fools,

not suspecting anything

Clouds swarm in

making gray skies

drops of water

downpour

There go the lies

scramble for umbrellas, jackets, hats

and then

The rain stops

the sky clears

the sun is out again.

Random Poetry

Face Forward

You think, it's okay?

HA!

silly little girl

still living in her fantasy world

where she thinks the world is technicolor

and anything you dream will come true

wake up, little girl

you know the reality

everything is black or white

fight or flight

You know

there's no cotton candy clouds

and rivers made of chocolate milk

There's clouds of smog

and rivers running red with blood

You know

those fighters

the ones who occupy the earth?

they kill it

kill each other

hurt the world

silly girl

you’re foolish,

if you think it's still there

the hope

for something more

but no,

it's all dead

where things are built up

just to be torn down

lost in their selfish needs

and wants for their world

You think there's something more than this?

more beyond reality

more than devastation

and heartache

That there is heaven in this

land full of demons

where pain runs rampant through

the cities and towns

Heh.

That's Cute....

Still so set in your childlike ways

Grow Up.

The world isn't your playground

And there's no such thing as happily ever after

It’s time you live in reality

Or face the consequences of

Living in your past

No?

You’d

rather stay

in the world you made?

Fine.

Live in that world.

You -

You, stupid, stupid, girl.