happy

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happy

the first time that I saw you
you tore my world apart
I knew that I would fall for you
and that you would break my heart

we laughed we danced with mermaids
as only lovers can
the pain I felt was no surprise
I understood the master plan

I wrote a tale of scorpions
you drew me butterflies
I told of winds and driving rain
you painted bright blue skies

I saw darkness everywhere
rotting corpses tattered shrouds
you imagined paradise
angels with harps on snow white clouds

I wrote a poem of aching loss
you sang a joyful song
and then I saw that you were right
and I was always wrong

so you brought light into my life
as sunrise brings sweet dawn
I am happy that we fell in love
I’m still happy now you’ve gone

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Click here to hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/12/05/happy/

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garlic

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garlic

chopping onions
cracking garlic
thinking of the past

I remember when
you did these things
when you cooked
because you enjoyed it
and I was happy
because you did it so well
even a sandwich
was a gourmet delight
and a work of art

and you went to the store
chose the ingredients
considered every detail
before creating

I went to a different store
bought wine

I no longer buy wine
I go to the store
buy ingredients
largely unconsidered
then stand

chopping onions
cracking garlic
thinking of the past

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Click here to hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/11/28/garlic/

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a tree

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a tree

once there is a tree
in a field of verdant grass
standing tall and happy
watching decades pass

in the field are hosts of poppies
delighting untold butterflies
pollinating joyfully
no hint of tears or sighs

the butterfly epitomises
all of nature’s joy and beauty
so I wonder every morning
why my spirit is so muted

because the field is changing
the ground is dark and bare
I lie awake till morning
to avoid the last nightmare

the house is cold and empty
hair rises on my skin
fearing not what lies without
just the terror from within

and now there is no tree
the poppies brown not red
the butterfly has butterflown
because your love is dead

Click here to hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/11/21/a-tree/

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boats in pyjamas

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boats in pyjamas

boats in pyjamas
prepared for winter sleep
useless as promises
we knew we couldn’t keep

masts in pink petals
dancing in twilit sky
natural and lovely
to my unconsoled eye

trees now undressed
shorn naked unleaved
exposed as the summer lies
we never quite believed

sky in perfection
singular in its blue
stripped of its cloud love
as I’m denuded of you

shadows invisible
in darkness in fear
terrified abandoned
since you disappeared

heart on a jetty
wave-swept angry sea
salt water and salt tears
loneliness only me

Click here to hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/11/06/boats-in-pyjamas/

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Scottish Hallowe’en

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To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/10/30/scottish-halloween/

Hallowe’en

aw Scotland’s scary myths and legends
fae Tam o Shanter tae Sawney Bean
creep and slither yince mair fae the shadows
each year the nicht o Hallowe’en

(interlude)

nae bairn can contain their excitement
as the end of October draws near
each wee brain fair itches
as they think about witches
it’s the scariest night of the year

aye Hallowe’en’s a nicht o fear-filled frolics
as long as you ca canny
ye micht see a de’il
or a bogle for real
if you keek in each impenetrably dark nook and cranny

some traditions have lasted forever and ever
some changes we find quite surprising
in the US it’s neat
to say trick or treat
but in Scotland for the past 500 years we call it guising

there’s ay laughter and games for the wee yins
with treacle scones hung on a loosely-strung string
just mind your thrapple
when dookin for apples
in case a wild wean wi a sharp-pronged fork takes a swing

everyone carves out a lacklustre lantern
we use turnips but some folk use pumpkins
we may be old fashioned
but please show compassion
and don’t confuse us with near-extinct country bumpkins

though it’s now all modern and commercialised
we aw continue to do things we’re no supposed tae
it’s still the nerve-numbing night
that causes face-freezing fright
when we walk wi all sorts of gruesome ghouls and ghastly ghosties

Hallowe’en is the annual haunt of the bogeyman
he frightens the bravest bairns out of their hat-disguised heads
he has never been seen
but does that really just mean
he is hiding patiently under your bed?

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Glossary of Terms:

aye – yes
ca’ canny – take care
bogle – a bad thing, a spectre, a goblin
keek – look
ay – always
thrapple – throat, windpipe
dookin’ – ducking, trying to capture from a large basin or bath
wean, bairn – child
tae – to
bogeyman – boogeyman (USA), very bad, (hopefully) imaginary, person
etc…* * *

Quite chuffed to have 6 short Hallowe’en Horror pieces included on this Audio Drama Network in the USA:
https://cms.megaphone.fm/channel/MUTUAL9188504915?selected=MUTUAL8543132053&fbclid=IwAR0Co846-K1NrI991cNz8RlyBg_LGjw4LYPvnfUUINypDMOqq_YPNbcL8AM

Just click on item #2, and ta rah!

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mystery train

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mystery train

you tell me I can sail
on the Marie Celeste
along the Milky Way
and scrawl my poems
on Orion’s Belt
if I just believe
in you

you tell me I can ride
on the mystery train
through the icy rings of Saturn
or sing my songs
on Martian heights
if I just believe
in you

but I don’t hear you
any more
though you’re still persuading me
I know

I don’t believe
in your soft warm tongue
or your words
from long ago

and most of all
my love my life
I don’t believe
in you

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To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/10/24/mystery-train/

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women are crazy

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women are crazy

a wise man once told me
that all women are crazy
and when I raised an eyebrow
he shrugged and said
you’ll see

a friend says
that ladies are different
from us mere men
and when I reply
vive la différence
he grins and says
you’ll see

now I’m not smart enough
to judge
whether either
or even both
of these statements
are true

but I had a mother
and a wife
I have a daughter
female friends
and the occasional romantic attachment
so I have loved
a few of the fairer sex

but never yet met one
I understood


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To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/10/17/women-are-crazy/



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loss

artwork by phil burns

loss

while in Scotland this summer
even on those nights
when the dark heavens
sparkled with the eyes of a thousand lovers
I could not locate Orion

this left me strangely unsettled
for reasons
I still don’t quite understand

but it reminds me
in a way
of my feelings about you

because there’s something
I didn’t have or need
before I met you
and which I still don’t have
but desperately need
now that you are gone

I was always alone
but never lonely
so why
now that I am alone again
do I feel an aching loneliness
and the loss of that something
I never had

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To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/10/09/loss/



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yellow submarine

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Yellow Submarine

I miss those lazy days at the beach
lying on hot sand
eating clementines and crunchy cacahouètes

I miss your ridiculous shrieks
as you encounter the first wave
if the water is half a degree
below bath temperature

I miss floating in the Mediterranean
the sea I love above all others
singing
Yellow Submarine
and the strange Scottish songs
from my childhood
that so fascinate you

I miss your company
the jokes and the laughter

I don’t miss your mood swings
your week-long sulks
your insistence that anything
that doesn’t fit your life view
is my fault

but
I do miss the cacahouètes
and
I no longer sing

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To hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/10/02/yellow-submarine/

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life and love

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life and love

it’s quite funny really

when we first met I was smitten
and pursued you

and you liked me
thought I was interesting
charming foreign different

and then it changed
you told me all the things
I longed to hear
you loved me

you told me
I was your last thought at night
and the first when you wakened
when we were apart
you ached for me
with a physical pain
and that you agreed
with everything I said
that we should always be together

and I smiled at your happy face
and saw your radiance
with indifference

* * *

To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/09/25/life-and-love/

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