These poems are mine

I wrote these poems they are mine
my name is sheila simpson and these
poems are mine, they belong to me
I wrote them every word except of
course the quoted words from elsewhere

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not just posted but copyrighted

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Seamus heaney What they said

I went to your funeral via the online stream of things 
By God it was surreal for I was there one hundred %
In that beautiful church in Donnybrooke I was there


(Monsignor Brendan Devlin MA, DD
 (Irish: Breandán Ó Doibhlin) (born 1931) is a priest of the Derry Diocese.
 He was born in Rouskey, Co Tyrone.
 He was educated in St Columb's College, Derry,
 St Patrick's College, Maynooth, and the
 Pontifical Irish College in Rome.
 In 1958, he became professor of modern languages
at St Patrick's College, Maynooth, a position he held until he retired in 1996.)


Monsignor Devlin  said he was sure that Seamus wanted
a northern voice to be heard the voice amongst the bushes
He called us to sit with Jesus for a while and contemplate
all the love beauty and power of the man from Galilee


 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. 
  He makes me lie down in green pastures,
  He leads me beside quiet waters,     
 He refreshes my soul.
 He guides me along the right paths
    for his name’s sake.
  Even though I walk
    through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.

 You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; 
My cup overflows. Surely your goodness 
and love will follow me
 all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
    forever.

The death of Seamus Heaney

Heaney objected and used the 198-line poem to remove any doubt as to his patriotism: "Be advised My passport's green/ No glass of ours was ever raised/ To toast The Queen."


Dear beloved soul brother as they lay you down to rest
I will take up pen and write a poem for you and yours
Bellagy boy man yellow bittern you will always sing
the soul song of the north of Ireland for you are all it
you and your way with turn of phrase and wit of gem
you told us who we were and why between the lines
we breathe the fresh air of sheets blown in the wind
hung on  your mammy's clothes line outside in the yard
Seamus beloved soul brother there will be no goodbyes
for you have left the essence of yourself with us forever
for you have finished the book of life and now you get
to wake up to the big cosmic world of the one breath
I am sure they all came to meet you your mammy
your daddy and the little brother along with dogs
and maybe a cat or two and lots of birds and cows
for you are in heaven in eternal bliss where no words
are needed for you the very breath of life itself
I will see you everywhere now in wind and rain
in the dance before me of nature you will be there
as sure as day follows night you will be there and
you will visit all the freedom fighters who died
catholic protestant it never mattered to you anyway
trival things like that never did but death mattered
you never mentioned much about the war at all
you cared deeply and felt the sorrow of the years
you felt the bombs and the stench of death as only
a poet can do and you wrote them lines to help
to heal the sorrow of the past dear man of god
you put pen to paper so often in your name you did
you sent me a postcard years ago to say my poetry
did you good and I read and reread everyword
until it pestered me so much I threw in it the fire
and forgot to look at the picture of the frontside
you quoted thomas the rhymer and like he said
i will dance on your grave yes my soul brother
i will dance on your grave and drink a toast too
for you were my articultator  always to the north

Dust to dust or ashes

Why why why do we get to come here and live
and love and grow to know each other's ways
for only then to leave.
It does not make sense

 I put my order  in to the designer of things
 I said Let me live here on earth forever
 amongst these tall trees
 and bird song silence

why would I want to move anywhere else
mercy me but it do not make any sense now
that you should go
and I get to cry over you


Layne as his final earth remains collided with
breeze and water his dust and ashes become
elements of wind
floating particles of water

Halukwii another man gone ashes to ashes this
time he is buried in a wood of pine deep into
earth of his ancestors
worms will compost him

Please if I die leave me on an empty beach for
elements to weather my bones and then return
one year later  collect them
write my
name on them bones for i lived and did not you

Poetry in Duncan

It was a perfect afternoon of passion of song and words
the three poets all dedicated and polished perfect
their words bouncing off  each heart filled moment
poet young man rapped in sonnet beats delighfully
the mature poets showed the power of time and passion
and yet in their telling lay open their own heart soars
It was a most delightful afternoon and my husband said
"Lets go home now for I have heard it all"now and
there is nothing more to beat this perfect afternoon
always my eyes want to cry at unabashed love yes
love for creation mothers  grandmothers primordial sun
that young rapping poet had it in the bag words
bouncing off the guitar licks in some Jack Kerovac
novel "On the road" yes we were on the road all
of us on the road in that room in Duncan then
we were on the road to heaven to moonbeams
to star dusts we courted our own mortality in time  

Birds singing before dawn

No  the light is filtering in thru  tall trees
boy these morning birds sing so sweet
enough to make my heart cry with love
enough to make all my anger melt away
in this world of silly stupid war forget it
concentrate only on the moment of flight
of light and laughter and song sweet note
from little birds that celebrate the light


ponder when did you last ponder any thing
take time to become a drop of rain falling
take time to study mother cat and kittens
take time to look at the wind in trees oh
why have I wasted my life in a fight over

nothing but my own silly mind games and
insecurity love me love me more than any

I want to go to Africa

I want to walk in fields where giraffes peer over tall bushes
I want to dance with the band Juluka and Johnny Clegg
Oh I want to walk the whole world over and visit all
the people of this incrediable great blue planet of ours
let me sip tea in China and FEEL THE AIR OF JAPAN
walk the middle east and dance down thru Africa go
visit Credo Mutwa and look into the eyes of children
come up thru south america walking all the way and then
across the land bridge and go to Russia and then Tibet
I could spend every day walking ten miles for the rest
of my life or i could write a poem every day for the
time and let my dreaming take me there let me fly
or life or death let me be free to go in and out of
every shivering brooke of water oN this MOTHER EARTH

Music

When all the world gets too weary with the story of pain
Then I seek out the song and rhythm of my own Ireland
Planxty I drink every note and my soul is dancing round
I thank you for the time you took to learn each note and
oh the power of your togetherness in the strings played
Little Musgrave  the music dances around the death
How can I write this poem where you can feel the whistle
ah no you have to tune in utube and christy moore for my
miserable wee flow of words just does not do it anyway
I pound these words as the tune is being played thru
my ears now is'nt the computer a great invention all
together with ear phones on up loud not not to wake
the sweet dreaming husband I can soar across the divide
I can look thru the time and celebration of the great Irish
nation and the war they nevr backed down from a war
 they fought and will fight till the next seven generations
get to dance


Lyrics to Follow Me Up To Carlow :
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, broodin' o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place & drove you to the fern
Gray said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach McHugh O'Byrne

Chorus

Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with halberd, out with sword, on we go for, by the Lord
Fiach McHugh has given the word "Follow me up to Carlow"


See the swords at Glen Imaal, flashin' o'er the english pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banner
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish Rock, fly up and teach him manners

Chorus

From Tassagart to Clonmore, flows a stream of Saxon gore
How great is Rory Og O'Moore at sending loons to Hades
White is sick, Gray is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and her ladies

Did you get healed

The quantum man with the big seeing eyes
 straightened out the fibers
of my twisted emotions

my body bent into a place of safety
the vibrations of my heart
 strings tweeted and my groin groaned

 my heart fell sideways
at the feet of the master man

my husband was happy for my
 awakening passions

Belfast 1972

The terror oh ya they made the terror then and there with the first bomb
blast,sure it was only a blast a six hundred lb blast and it blew a hole
in the road and wrecked all the windows on the street and who died
you can read their names all three thousand five hundred and sixty eight
the remainder of the population about three million were silenced then
walking dead scared in the nightmare that was called Northern Ireland
Much like the streets of Boston today shell shocked into the resistance
that they who run the show want you a dumbed down mother fucker
Oh ya Northern Ireland was the training ground for them to learn how
to make us all compliant to their deadly game of power micro chip us
one by one and we will forget the sound of freedom in their reign of
terror we will forget the sound of peace and every moment we will
 relive New York over and over and over we will relive their terror
induced by them it does not matter who planted the bomb anymore
the ancient heart beat of humanity has devolved an irregular beat
one that was not there before the sound of silence is shattered by
exploding nails Semtex whatever creates the loud boom and smoke
I lost the plot in the memory of confusion that car is rigged that car
the one parked so quietly by the side of the road that car is about
to explode and you will loose both your legs and maybe your eye
but you will not feel a thing only the decibels of a deafening roar

liam O

Its the playing of great aires by Liam
That takes me into the remembering then
The time of great beauty of the music
That came from the day to day living
of the people and the story their story
we have lost so much with the passing
into this drab mundane world of now
listen to him play those pipes now
imagine the story behind each note

Christy Moore Victor Jara

 From the clan of singers one was murdered in 1973 in Chile
The other detained at a Welsh Ferry Crossing in 2004 the
difference is that while Christy lives he speaks of Victor
While I have breath I  will speak the sweet name of
FREEDOM
While I am bounded by a barbed wire fence I will call
on in dream time the innocence of my own soul voice
be it a past life death suffered at the hands of the church
or the future death suffered at the hands of the greedy
FREEDOM
Yesterday I recalled the horror of a rape long forgotten
Every women must know what I mean by these words
I want a sword of gleaming steel to hang on the wall
Engraved with the a scripture from the holy bible book
FREEDOM
On a distant shore in Scotland a band in regalia marches
Splendidly across the sand playing their bagpipes too
Abide with me was the aire they played .you tube it
Abide with me fast falls the eventide the darkness ....
FREEDOM
I want my death to be as splendid as my life has been
I want to piped into the wee small church up the road
I want to be sung into heaven by a choir of angels
I do not want to suffer anymore the pains of being
FREEDOM
Call me by any name only call me from your heart
Call me by the name of love without indifference now
Know that I lived long well and with a great courage
despite the ones who spoke evil against my own name
FREEDOM
Write that on a stone of  pink marble FREEDOM
WHO LOVED THIS EARTH AND EVERYONE
Every single soul she met except the ones whose
heart were dishonest and untrue them she pitied
OH FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM I SING
Each note of your being all two of them

Rape

Rape taking without permission another's sacred ness
Not with violence but with cunning and deceit
slimy oh my God how did I forget it back then
All of eighteen and a virgin for sure that is if
a girl who was sexually assaulted by her father
can ever go back I think not to that state of grace

Dolours Price

Born on the longest day of the year  blue lunar storm
enlightened balanced fire equality own power doubled
Irish warrior women carrying her own  black armilite
I cannot decide but think you lived and died freedom

Murdered for the part you played in their game the
ancient game of war the reverse of peace is raw
war is raw and you were as raw as the slice in a
cut tomato who killed you Dolours Price who ?

We were the same age in Belfast the same age but
miles apart in upbringing or maybe not your dad
told you his stories and my dad told me his stories
but they were never our stories as we have to write

Drugged more than that force fed by diabolical
not worth living human beings who rammed
a piece of hose into your mouth and we have no
idea no idea at all what you endured at their hands

Dolours beautiful so beautiful like a flower you
lived and you rattled the windows of their cage
in  the city within a city of evil doers and sinners
they killed the queen of hearts and now you too

Not to worry death means nothing it is not the end
only the beginning of the next life path after a rest
in twenty five years you will come again to be you
sweet enduring light of heaven go be at peace again