Wednesday, July 7, 2010

DOM'S MAD BANANA POETRY EXTRAVANZA





Neato , Neato, Alberito, there is no finito to the bus. Vin de Pays the ferryman, glockenspiel, glock 17, the opposite of cabbage is baggage. So boola boss , boola boss, we all give a toss the feathers whatever the weather the best for leather is something or other the perfect shine, let it shine hold your hands out to the moon, the sun, the stars and let it shine . Oh lay your hands on my own let your fingers touch my soul, every road leads you to your, from your, home.See how they shine oh ! how they shine, let the lights of home shine down on me. Albatross , Alcatraz, Albequeurque, all hands to the grist, to the mill, corn and husks and whaeat and barley spill, still low lie the fields of Athenry, it's so lonely round the fields my dad trod, with nineteen years beneath his belt from working in the woods to Banagher sawmill to working the fields all day a pound of butter his pay from farmers wise beyond their years how many tears did they shed for the men that bled, fled home in search for better days to earn their pays and sang songs in bars from london to timbuktu for love and loss of home and then fuckers, gangsters, twisters, like Bertie Ahern, and every developer and half arsed greedy sheister milked every cent that was going never paying the debt they were owing to those gone before, those yet to come, to home or distant shore and suffered in silence or drunken roar that they deserved more from this bastard life.

21 comments:

Gwei Mui said...

OMG my head is still spinning what fantastic, gritty, spit and sawdust ride! Love the the Poetry B us Challange picture poems

Argent said...

Fab! I'd love to hear that one out loud! Effortless wordplay of almost Joycean stature.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Phew - glad you got that off your chest - like your picture poems too - I didn't think Dom'd idea would catch on but after thinking around it I think it is a brilliant one.

the watercats said...

darn.. I missed some seriously cool buses!... :-(

mind you.. my head is still a pool of shite at the moment... inertia.. I haz dem..

John Hayes said...

Beautiful--& I love the post-it & hand poems too.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Glad you liked Gwei!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Joycean Argento?, yes I think you're right.Only better.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Hey Argo, almost? Whadya mean almost!! ;)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Same old same old Weaver.
And yes Dom's idea is deadly good!

Totalfeckineejit said...

We'll keep a welcome in the hillside
of the bus for ye Uiscekateenz!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks John/Jack!

The Bug said...

You really do make this simple girl's head spin - I'm like Argent - I think you should do an audio version. Of course, given the technical difficulties last time maybe not ;)

Poetikat said...

All good! I like the one in the middle the best.

Helen said...

Love where your imagination took you on this bus ride!

Poet in Residence said...

Enjoyed your rant!, TFE. Yes, these days the world definitely needs more rant!poetry. I've just sent one to Alan Morrison at 'the Recusant' for his Emergency Poetry thing.

Enchanted Oak said...

Lovely run on words, TFE. I'm with the others, wanting to hear this one out loud. And the post-it poems were fun.

Pure Fiction said...

Spectacular use of the word bollix - and the poem/rap below is bristling with energy.

Rachel Fox said...

Yes, Kat's right about the middle one. You should get it tattoo of it on your palm!
x

Peter Goulding said...

Posting a poem on a blog is a poem. Writing it on a piece of paper and photographing it - that's art.
Can't understand your attitude to Bertie. He speaks very highly of you.

Karen said...

Always a fun ride with you aboard! I'm glad I wasn't in that buggy, though.

Jeanne Iris said...

Don't know if you're a Heaney fan or not, but I could hear a bit of 'Digging' in the background of your commentary. "Between my finger and my thumb/The squat pen rests./I'll dig with it."

Your choice of writing 'tablets' fits as well. Go hiontach!