A combustible woman from Thang

The lush of the river singing morning songsFish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.The grey-green pike lances upstreamKale, like mermaid’s hairpoints the water’s drift.All is morning hushand bird beautiful.I only,I didn’t have flu.

But! Soldier Neddy,unlike FreddyWas always readyand steady,That’s why,When Soldier NeddyIs-outside-Buckingham-Palace-on-guard-in -the-pouring-wind-and-rain-being-steady-and-ready ,Freddyis home in beddy.

I’m walking backwards for Christmas,It’s the only thing for me.I’ve tried walking sideways,And walking to the front,But people just look at me,And say it’s a publicity stunt.I’m walking backwards for Christmas,To prove that I love you.An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleenFrom Dublin Galway Bay.He longed for her arms,But she spurned his charms,And sailed o’er…

Orstralia – OrstraliaAt work or at play.We think of yew in the morningAnd in the evening tooWe even wake up at mid-nightSo that we can think of you.Orstralia – OrstraliaWe love you from the heartThe kidney, the Liver and the giblets,And every other part.

No, I cannot love you lessLike the flower to the butterflyThe corsage to the dressShe turns my love to dustmy destination emptymy beliefs scattered: Diaspora!Who set this course – and why?Now my wings beat –without purposeYet they speed………….

It’s the hole in each earThat lets in the fear,That, and the absence of light!