The Robin's Egg

On a stone a broken robin egg the bird had flown

dear God in Heaven let me find words

On this day 23rd May 2017 my how times flies

no its no time at all 26 years ago on this day

I was walking alone in  the streets of Hamilton

Hamilton Ontario Sheila Winifred me married

me just another lost and lonely immigrant no

by now I had met  my clan my people folk

1981 Toronto on the streets cruise missile protest

black Irish coffin black coffin painted black

inside the skeleton of dead hunger strikers

I was right Jesus died in Derry and I  myself

I hungered four days sundanced myself into

glory behind the sun are many other worlds

you are my mystic you are my guru and you

yes you and you and you you are my beloved.

Hungering to The Death https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1981_Irish_hunger_strike

 Bobby Sands
Pasty O' Hara
Martin Hurston
Thomas McEl Hunger
 hUNGER HUNGER TO DEATH
SELF IMPOSED SUICIDE
GO FUCK YOURSELF THEY DIED
 THEY SUFFERED FOR FREEDOM
 NO FOOD REFUSED FOOD
 COVERED THEIR PRISON CELLS IN SHIT
 BEFORE YOU CAN LAUGH AH GO NOW
 LAUGH AND LAUGH AND SEE IT
 AS NOTHING AT ALL A JOKE
A JOKE YOU SAY Jesus WENT UP THE MOUNTAIN
THE DEVIL TESTED HIM FORTY DAYS AND FORTY NIGHTS
 BUT THE MEN IN LONG KESH
HAD BEEN BATTERED AND TORTURED
THEIR WAS NO WAY OUT FOR THEM
THE PEOPLE LET IT HAPPEN
 AS ALWAYS THE PEOPLE ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

NO FOOD
NO FOOD
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER 
SURE DID THEY NOT HAVE
THE MEMORY ALREADY OF
 THE MILLION ALREADY DEAD
BY THE ROADSIDE BY THE FIELDS
 ON THE PATHS IN THE TOWNS
DYING WITH THE GREEN MOUTHS
ON THEM THE GREEN MOUTHS
 FROM EATING THE GRASS TO LIVE
 i WILL TELL YOU THAT HAD I BEEN
THERE I WOULD HAVE HUNGERED
RIGHT ALONG WITH THEM YES
 I WOULD HAVE SAID OK BOYS
 LETS GO NO FOOD NO FOOD
NO FOOD BOOBY WROTE
LETTERS IN TOILET PAPER
SMUGGLED OUT OF THE THE JAIL
WITH THE INSIDE OF A BALL POINT
PEN LETTERS AND WORDS AND
WORDS LETS FIND THEM WORDS

http://www.mtholyoke.edu/~kcomroe/sands.htm

http://marcella.dreamwidth.org/14395.html

Anger

Why are you no help to me i want the bathroom cleaned
Your job seems to be making a mess to drive me crazy
That bad woman that ignorant evil thing you said she
only wanted a f--- buddy and not a long term day to day
No not the dirty dishes in the sink not the head injury
She only wants your  who cares I am the battle axe here
She is nothing but a piece of trash white trash

Love and Letting Go

He was rushed to the hospital it is a big business these days
The hospital has become grandma's house except she left
Where love words have become lost and words of sorrow
You are not dead I called the dead house you are not there
I call your number and i hear your voice thank God you alive
No vultures will pick your eye out yet or feast on your death
They circle the wagons your art your voice the know it alls
 Will kill you with bad medicine and dirty hands wash your hands
I call you daughter and say why are you so stupid can you not
hear the heart that calls to your children to live to heal his inner
pain to heal his childhood yes in the laughter of the grandchildren
We are haunted by death fascinated but afraid yes afraid to love
We have no idea how to love how to love and let go let God

In the moment of of everything

I will live in the world of sorrow
I will live in the world of joy
I will live by the breath of God

The world is so beautiful a spiining
ball with no strings attached
Our home on a big blue planet

In Praise of Cork City

We arrived from the bomb torn north to peace
The city of wide streets back alley St Patrick's Hill
We lived  in Sunday's Well and the bees nested in
our roof the old bee keeper came to collect them
How I loved the city the people the sereneness
It rained everyday till three o clock then the sun
came out and lit the back alley and brought light
Cork had seen its day of war how else did they
get the boot of their necks to be a nation once again
Cork the river flowed thru and the swans graced it
Graced us with their magnificent beauty and stillness
Quiet grace that was Cork a quiet peaceful holy place
St Finbar's bells would ring out every Sunday morning
Now In wonder I ask why did we ever leave such heaven
To come to a place without heart and sad empty place
I  will arise and go now as the poet WB Yeats said I will
arise and go now go now to meet my fate.