sensuous slide of candiru
microgram of the guinea worm
established vectors of swine flu.
ebola's soul in frightful form

of the pandemics something more
duet required, eyes glazed with hell
vectors unleash the oozing sore
and we all kindly open cell

two to four and four to eight grow
nibbling faster through us they go
cures obscure and circus lure blow
hucksters twitch from the tree moon's glow

From my chin a hair is sprouting
My cracks need a bit of grouting

I’m often seen plastered
This ladylike thing I haven’t quite mastered

But I’m good for a bit of craic
Of laughter there is no lack

I’ve been told I’m incorrigible
But I think I’m loveable

I’m always going to be a rogue
Achilles heels I have to poke

Sensitive souls mightn’t like my humour
But that might be a nasty rumour

Then again I’m a bit of a divil-may-care
So if you don’t like it stay outta my hair

I live in the spirtworld..
Where wrath of time
Is prose impearled

Take my pen and paint your shore
Sixteen pence
Is twice two four

Commence your golden shaded lore
And shape my words
To tend no more

Dalai Lama…
Not for gridlocks all between our china politic taking some debaters come from Japan. Fishing islands as called are lands of china.
Facts are true as Tibet lands belong to DALAI LAMA.
DALAI LAMA philosophic white lies mention pains are no the same as suffers.
DALAI LAMA needs to fetch the facts as TIBET must belong to his tribes.
TIBETAN Buddhism manifests gods of mercy all by religion dressings.
Who will help the body minds or spiritual powers?

The priest and the raven
Catholic and Pagan
Shared time
In the garden of men

The priest dreamed of heaven
Lasting redemption
Immaculate conception
Virginal women

Honoured, beloved and blessed

But also remembered
Hot days in the sun
Barefoot and naked
And exuberant, spirited sex

And the raven flew
Black feathered and searching
High above earth
Overhead

Cracking the bones of the living

Snapping the bones of the dead

when it rejoices
the sky brightens the drear hearts
with blessings and cheerful smiles

even when it cries
it showers the thirsty earth,
sometimes it rains frogs

A CHILDREN'S BOOK

I never did understand
the angry silence
that took away your love
or the beatings
that made no sense
to a senstive and innocent soul.
the wounds bled deep
and linger still in a heart
grown old.

A hanged about monkey was almost caught
Lost its tail in the precarious moment
Suggested others should cut their tails too
To thwart efforts of their subjugators

It was so on a Sunday afternoon
I drove into a road covered with flood
A woman whose car conked out right in
Called out that I should switch my engine off

If I’d listened to the redolent voice
With water into the exhaust conduit
The auto would not have started again
Like her, paid Area-boys to push me out

The rise and fall of notes
enhanced by lyrical quotes
not all genres float my boat

its a certain beat
that gets me tapping my feet
out of my seat
like minds to meet

Choice of music
can have a motive
just 'cos its emotive
many a romeo
chooses disco
shown his moves
to get her in the groove

Whatever music you choose
pop, country or the blues
it can be a great muse
accompany you when your down
or pick-u-up, remove your frown

Hush a lullabysoothe and sway
Held here now in soft afterglow of day
A smoky spirit coils dreamily about
Hushh a lullaby
Your whispering angel leads you gently out.

I sigh a melancholy smile as I watch you melt away
Too young for the darkness
Too precious to end the day
I falter as you leave, want to keep you for my life
But the subtle wisdom of angels knows more than earthly sight.