16th May, 2018
16th May, 2018
Will hitting back when people poison children make things worse?
Violence is a curse.
May things not go from bad to worse.
10th April, 2018
I bought a faulty lotto ticket, what else is new?
What’s a guy to do?
Lotto is a tax on stupidity some Italian said, you have almost as much chance of winning if you don’t have a ticket as if you do, more or less zero.
Why be a dead hero?
19th March, 2018
Why not stop the infection at source?
That would make sense of course.
Should we all be armed against each other?
Who, your sister, father, mother, brother?
There are mad men out there so they say.
Shoot them and they go away.
Why are they mad, do you ever ask?
That is your task.
Do not cure the symptom, cure the disease.
Ask any doctor please.
25th February, 2018
I write because I have nothing to do.
The sky is black, not blue.
Its night time, nothing good on the radio.
So I write, goodnight.
Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?
Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.
A cause worth pursuing.
I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.
I hang about not on a rope.
So I write these words instead of being dead.
The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.
5th February, 2018
In my declining years I said no to death and to Heaven said hello.
As John Wayne said when you gotta go you gotta go.
A man must do what a man must do, that’ll be the day.
Parents of teenage daughters get down on your knees and pray.
I spent my young years in thrall to the silver screen.
Then came Bill Haley, Elvis and James Dean.
Popcorn and ice cream.
Then came the words The End, the national anthem drives me round the bend.
All stand up and home we go.
Jukebox cure my woe.
Rock’n’roll and dancing and romancing.
I never said no.
Now at last life comes to an end.
I am remembered by a friend.
Glorious technicolour, wide screen.
Death of a human being.
I did not want to go, I fought against it to the last.
I have a wonderful past.
I remember you and you remember me.
The best is yet to be.
At last I’m free.
11th December, 2017
Dedicated to the memory of Michael O’Brien
I love when people like my stuff, appreciation is appreciated.
Just the other day a woman liked my CD Great Irish Songs, she spoke, not hesitated.
She said nothing about my voice, she said some of the songs are sad, I said some are funny.
People should pay for them with money.
Some other woman said a lot are about drink, why not?
I think if people hear it they will like it, I should go on a radio show.
I have a plan or two of things to do I will get around to in time.
It all started with a rhyme.
9th January, 2017