A date with a fig

A date with a fig up prune street one starry starry night. Who should we happen to meet a strawberry running from a kiwi that’s right. Where do you think your going you two are simply up to no good. Along comes old granny Smith tut-tutting red faced and so she should.

Oh what a carry on she’d never seen the likes of such things before. And to see the banana doing the splits well it shook her to her very core. Oh what a carry on this is until she came across the mango. Along with the cherries peaches and pears they were all doing the tango.

If you cant beat them then you must join them the avocado and the plums. The orange apricot and blueberries the watermelon playing the drums. The pineapples they were belting out princes raspberry beret. Until it spied its date with a fig and zoomed in on its prey.

I say I say I say what’s going on between you pair. Your supposed to be my date I dont give a fig nor do I care. Ah go suck on a lemon or a lime with all of your might. A date with a fig up prune street now buzz off I’m taken my girl out tonight.

Since its world mental health day here is a poem to mark this day.

When the lights go out

Clinging onto the threads of life when the lights go out I’m unable to see. Dont want to wake up for I just cant seem to face reality. Somethings pulling me down way into the darkness. Defenceless and struggling to come back up forgotten happiness.

Why cant someone turn on the light so I can find my way back to you. Even whisper words of comfort and ease the pain in my heart too. A troubled mind that dosent understand what’s really going on. Suffocating in my own sorrow a need for a shoulder to lean upon.

What’s wrong with me why am I so full of doom and gloom. Waking up with a start not realising I’m in my bedroom. This depression I’ve got to fight it cant let it take over my soul. Turning on a light in my head and not looking down a dark hole.

I try to have some good days but the bad days creep up on me. A little bit of hope in my heart one day I might be free. The mind is a lonely place to wonder when your lost within if only by talking to someone open up and let them in.

Depression comes from somewhere dont hold it all inside. Your only human be true to yourself you dont have to hide. When the lights go out dont let the darkness take you apart. Listen carefully take deep breaths can you hear the beating of your heart.

A storm will always rage but it has to abate somehow. Controlling your feelings of anxiety hoping you can get through it now. You have that inner strength within to know that you belong. When the lights go out it’s up to you to turn them back on.

That cloud that hangs over you dosent seem to have a silver lining. Come Into the light and find yourself it can be so inspiring. Think happy thoughts for theres always brighter days. And when the lights go out dont panic dont run then you should find your way.

Your a tonic

you tell me I’m a tonic but what good am I without the gin. Then let’s go get plastered how will we keep it all in. Just you and me together were like two sticks of dynamite. Tilt us over and light us up sure were bound to ignite.

So explosive we are we dont need drink to set us mad. For your the gin to my tonic together were both very bad. In a jolly sort of way who needs drink to have the craic. We’ve got the know how sure as hell we’ve got the knack.

If your up for a good time and I mean just having a laugh. Why not bring the gin for I’m the tonic around at my gaff. For certain you’ll be in stitches it’s the best medicine of all. You’ll laugh your socks off and shed some tears to the Jack’s youll have to crawl.

So you think I’m crazy why not go crazy and be like me. Tell me somthing I dont already know I’ve been that way all my life you see. I shall lighten up all your moods with a grenade in my hand. Cracking up the floorboards right were you stand.

I dont need no rock n roll nor do I need a gin and tonic. Keeping it flowing nice and smooth we’re just simply iconic. Oh we’re a proper pair alright when we hit the town at night. Forgetting to come home only with the birds in the morning light.

We dont need no gin for a tonic will do just fine. In the heel of the reel a sense of humour just like mine. Theres no two ways about it your a tonic and that’s for sure. Well with me around you need no medicine for I’ve already got the cure.

The dancing mocha

I taught you were an apparition at first a figment of my imagination. Was I seeing things is it possible or is this the next generation. I’ve seen some crazy stuff in my time but nothing like this at first glance. Unbelievable and yet so outstanding a local mocha doing a dance.

To see you prancing towards me a pink bow around your neck. A miniature furry yorkie so cute blimey what the heck. For certain you can dance far better than Michael flatley and his crew. I bet you can tap dance do an Irish jig I hear you do the polka too.

Aren’t you a right looking spectacle grooving on front paws. You’ve got the moves drawing a crowd and a rapturous round of applause. Oh so adorable doing the moonwalk hip hop and the cha cha chas. You take a royal bow wooing all the fellas with a gracious graçias

The dancing mocha doing the polka parading up and down the street. Shes the local mocha doing the locomotion everytime you meet. She will smother you with kisses a proper little missus with her sure anything goes. The dancing mocha shes such a looker with a brown cute button nose.

Her eyes they are shifty shes fairly swifty watch her do the macarena. All she does is dance shes got the rhythm but she ain’t no ballerina. One smooth little mover shes happy to put on a show the dancing mocha give her the floor and off dancing she will go.

Power of the moon

Casting you out into mid air in flimsy satin it shall propel. Beware the power of the moon when it holds you beneath its spell. Opening your mind body and soul it’s a new journey your partaking. Into a spiralling vortex to a special cleansing and a new awakening .

The full moon in all her wondrous glory your one and only saviour. Her magic shall arouse your inner emotions ones of an erotic nature. Close your eyes reach out your hands and let her power surround you so. Wrapped in that magnetic allure those dark energies you’ll let go.

Feeling so much lighter on bare feet you too will chant and dance.By the power of the moon mesmerised and in a tranquil lover’s trance. So caught up in it’s aura a halo of flourescent light. Dancing fairies tip toeing in a circle intoxicated by the moon tonight.

The intensity of that power your fears and worries shall be no more.For the power of the moon leaves you spellbound that power you want to explore.The power of the moon it too shall entice all your dreams and desires. That thirst it shall quench so too your deepest rooted raging fires.

Harnessing all that wonderful energy on naked skin it’s slowly caressing. Offering up a display of gratitude pure devotion it’s a blessing. Daryingly bewitching entangled in a lover’s kiss. For the power of the moon it too will swoon for it’s light is heavenly bliss.

Lighten up

You’d better get ready for were hitting the town tonight. Were rearing to go two fire crackers gonna set your hearts alight. Slipping on our best thights cowboy boots and mini leather dresses. Stand back me boys these ain’t no toys coming looking like two mismatched presses.

Ah Johnny your in luck tonight blondie will suit you just fine. Are you feeling well bozzo looking at her makes me feel like crying. Lighten up there now Johnny boy why not ask her for a dance. If your that interested bozzo why dont you are you afraid to take a chance.

Dont you know I’m already taken do you want my Leanne to bloody strangle me. If I so much as looked at another woman she’d horse whip my ass then where would i be. She’d take the house the two flashy cars for certain she would take the lot. I ain’t risking all i have for that bozzo I’m happy with what I’ve got.

A redhead and a blondie mad looking eyes and even more of an unusual stare. For rosie and her friend fuzzy they sure were an unusual pair. Hello there you two handsome chappie s we’ll have two bloody Mary’s and two Caribbean rums Do you ‘s come here often looking at each other they both acted dumb.

Before they knew what had hit them both were lifted high up in the air. Upside down dangling redfaced exposed were their ugly rears . Embarrassing just dreadful how are we gonna give these two the slip. Watch out Johnny for down upon his flank she brought the whip.

Whippee yikes Yahoo roaring for mercy they both got tangled up in each other. Holy moses it didn’t half hurt I’m telling you me brother. They went to make a dash for it almost tripping over themselves to get away. Lighten up me boys they ran so fast their faces turned grey.

By joves Johnny I taught you were cooked those two were out for the kill. You got away light bozzo you didnt get whipped and I had to foot the bill. Whatever you do dont tell me missus or I’ll be sleeping in the dog house tonight. Lighten up Johnny whatever you do the dog house wont bother you if she sees your backside In broad light.

Carrot cake one liner

The noble trios carrot cake it shall reel you in. That glorifying cream dripping down ones chin. the elegant carrot cake is one to behold. It pleasures the palate ones appetite should be controlled with grace and a smile that remains totally intact. Oh the power of the carrot cake leaves a delicious impact.

My beautiful poetry group here in kilrush co Clare Ireland. ❤🎊

Loving the music

Loving the music blues jazz and rock and roll. Deep within your heart tapping to the rhythm it’s got soul. A crescendo so loud you wont be able to keep it in. Listen with your ears with your heart feel it within.

The tempo and the beat carrying you forever on and on. Vibrating inside your mind and flowing swiftly along. From reggae to rapping lots of country are your style. From Mike Denver to Johnny Carroll grooving all the while.

Dont you just love the music of by gone days. And playing buddy Holly’s no true love ways. Shakin Steven’s to status quo to lionel richie’s all right long. Shania Twain and celine Dion my heart will go on.

From queen to bon Jovi you were living on a prayer. While slow dancing along down orchard road with Leo sayer. Bring back the golden oldies we all need a hero to make it right. From the cars drive to Roy orbison I drove all night.

Bagatelle to meatloaf like a bat out of hell. Rod Stewart and Elton John Billy idols a rebel yell. Never to forget the king who gave meaning to rock and roll. Aretha Franklin to marvin Gaye they’ve both got soul.

From gospel to opera unwind and let the music flow. Whatever the mood to the greatest showband show. Music is like a mirror looking into your soul. It knows if you’ve got the blues jazz or rock and roll.

Loving the music it takes you on a high. Like pink flyod learning how to fly. Lots more artists we hear about just like doris day. Bring them all back and the crooner who did it his way.

Those really were the days when we sang our hearts out. Dancing to foot loose and also to twist and shout. If you’ve got the rhythm then music’s in your soul. For your loving the music blues jazz and rock and roll

Proud to be Irish

We come from an Island that’s so rich with lush fields ever so green. Proud to be Irish always proud to be seen. We’d talk for all of Ireland were certainly out on our own. The gift of the gab no doubt sure we’ve all kissed the blarney stone.

And when you come to Ireland a ceád míle failte waits for you. Well known for our hospitality the luck of the Irish we have so true. Many a story we can tell you and you will hang onto every word. And the leprechauns that danced all night you’d find absolutely absurd.

By wearing the three leaf shamrock with pride and celebrating st Patrick’s day. Drinking a pint of Guinness so creamy your Irish all the way. If you have the luck of the irish you’ll be sure to catch the eye of an irish cailín. Your heart you shall lose forever so too that drop of old potteen.

No better one to keep a man on the straight and narrow but a true Irish lass. So let’s all raise a toast fill it up three cheers a sip from the glass. And if your not a paddy you’ll still get a ceád míle failte where ever you go. For certain you’ll drink from the cup of knowledge it’s better the devil you know

On Irish soil we stand the harp being the symbol of our fair isle. With medieval castles and our love for music a tradition we’ve got with style. A taste of Irish history exploring many a historical sight. For we are proud to be Irish our heritage we hold onto tight.