Monday, June 14, 2010


YEs folks it's monday that special time of the week where we pack up our troubles in an old Tesco carrier bag and piss on them, even if (like mine) our poetry is miserable , we celebrate that we are alive and breathing and writing and a few fortunate souls among us (mea culpa) drinking.

Fuck the world (metaphorivcally speaking) but love it and hug it at the same time, it's ours (for the moment) and it's all we've got.We're also all it's got, except time and time is of the essence, time is what life is all about, sands slipping through the glass.

Say it, the page will soak it up , the bus will soak it up. We are human and we should shine while there is a darkness... or not.Say what you think if you like but try to say what you feel, the poetry bus is your safety net.You are amongst friends here.Rejoice and be glad.

Prof Jeanne Lakatos ( NB. That's Genie Lah-kay-toss) has set a fantabuloso task this week. Read it , HERE then WRITE!

Here is mine

Ten Minutes

A winter’s day in June

Leave the birds to their own tune

I’m stuck in my head with a thousand others

Dissonance and assonance

Sisters and brothers

Too many days in a lifetime

Too many nights in a nighttime

See the bees buzzing in clover

They sting and die once

Me? A million times over.

Blacker than pitch comes the crow

The dark of his eye seems to know

Everything is hopeless nothing and louder is best

Strike empty vessels to drown out the rest

Everything goes in, not over, my head,

nothing lets me sleep, or not sleep, as I weep

and wait and fear and dread.

Silence is as silence does, does, does

silence is golden here the world

hear the world, heal the world

hear the bees, see the bees,

hear the word buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz………

I've tried a hundred million fucking times to get my recording to upload and it won't. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown by this stage so I gotta ask myself ' Punk , you feeling unlucky? I know what your thionking. Was it six times or only five you tried to upload your crap?'

I don't know any more , perhaps it's a blessing. I hATE computers fuck them all to hell. I give up.


Niamh B said...

cheery thoughts, especially the little rant at the end... and yes you are among friends :-)

Gwei Mui said...

Oh that let shivers down me spine.
Cracking start 'Winter's day in June'
I also like the use of the crow
'Blacker than pitch comes the crow
The dark of his eye seems to know'
It's a very eerie piece, it's like an echo at night.
I feel your pain when it comes to the audio upload/embed. It took me a good few tries to nail down the audio thing. I'm sure you'll crack it next time :)

Jeanne Iris said...

That's beautiful, TFE... Have you been watching too much of that World Cup Soccer Tournament with that incessant drone? We know what your voice sounds like, so why not just leave this one to our imagination... unless, of course, you want to give it one more try!

The Bug said...

My favorite part is:

See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.

Because I don't really know you - I'm applying this to my own life & how I tend to sting other people. It's been a perennial problem with my job reviews. Sigh.

Rachel Fox said...

I like the clover/over section. You need in-house tech support what like I have. Poets need help - it's unavoidable.

Heather said...

Fantastic poem TFE. Join the club in hating computers - can't live with them, can't live without them.

Poetikat said...

It's so nice to read one of your gentle poems, Peadar. I miss them when you're gone.
The bees, yes the, buzz, buzz. As long as they're not wasps. Then I say, flatten the bastards!


Dominic Rivron said...

Really liked the poignant:

See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.

Shame you couldn't upload the sound.

Marion said...

Fabulous poem. It's about 102 here in the shade in Louisiana and it's only June. Your poem cooled me off for a bit. Thanks!!

Karen said...

I think this is one of your best, TFE! You had me from the "winter's day in June" to the "buzz, buzz, buzz." Believe it or not, you are not alone! (Oh, and I didn't even try to upload. I know when I'm whipped.)

Favorite lines:

See the bees buzzing in clover

They sting and die once

Me? A million times over.

Peter Goulding said...

Obviously the weather is better in Wicklow than in Dublin!
You shouldn't precede your poem with a negative assessment of it - its really very good.

NanU said...

I like the too many nights in the nighttime, and all the doom conjured up. It's great for our poetry pleasure, though I hope you're having a much better day today.

Titus said...

I loved that

See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.

section too. God, everyone else has picked it. Pants to being late.

Great poem!

Totalfeckineejit said...

I must stop ranting Mrs Niamh, the blood pressure is rising.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Gwei Mui, glad you liked it!

Totalfeckineejit said...

You being sarcastic prof?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Don't sting people in job interviews, Bug, unless it's part of the job description.

Totalfeckineejit said...

I am beyond help Rachel as a poet and a human bean.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Don't start me Heather!Computers computers computers!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Jayney Mac Poetikat, I'm not gone yet,Teetering on the brink maybe, but not gone! :)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Domron.

Totalfeckineejit said...

I can ruin the weather anywhere Marion :)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Why thankly kindly, Karen.

Totalfeckineejit said...

WEll Pete I usually think they're great but I can't al;ways say it!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Every day is poo, Nanu!

Totalfeckineejit said...

I think that's because the rest of it was so bad Titus!