The Glorious Twelfth

Of your victims
I smelt your murder
Sticking to my nostrils
That putrid, filthy conscience

That you wiped off
With her blood
Expelled
With that sound

The speed of sound
Her child
They screamed
Together in death

Your ego
Caught up with your pulse
As you painted Belfast
A mural to the unjust

Ode to a Night in a Gale

Ode to a night in a gale

Bluster
Swirling dreams
Of the dead
Pulling at my seams

Night into day
Just leave me alone
Calling me
Gnawing the bone

I wronged you
Living in my head
That's my life
Memories to shred

Allow me to breathe
This will be right
Taunt me tomorrow
Not this night

Imagine

Imagine

Imagine, you and I against the world
Two destinies unfurled

Imagine, two became one
A life of love and fun

Imagine, souls on fire
Affection, passion, desire

Imagine, hearts entwined
Love, forever defined

Imagine, imagine, your inner eye
A love story, you and I

Sand June

A day to remember the fallen and those that served, D Day, 6th June 1944.

On, on, in to sand and fire
Together, alone, cold and dire
I called for you, on that beach
Beside me, but out of reach

I would never hold you
In my heart, I knew
Still, I ran, faster, to the fight
Someone has to remove this blight

My unborn child, never seen
What joy you would have been
For you, my last breath
Hope lives through my death

As I fall for you
I ask a small thing that you do
Remember me, live a good life
Be kind, always, avoid strife