They need our lies -
our reconstruction
of the fables
is what keeps them
hanging on to
the dream
The faithful.
Bless 'em.
Follow us
on the
fast-track
to Heaven
They swallow it all
- transubstantiation
( literally...)
the whole
omnipotent
omniscient and
omnipresent God
trichotomy
explained
expertly,
excursively...
ethically
morally
mystically
Divine Mystery
Say it often enough, it acquires substance
Two thousand years of repetition
create an article of faith most absolute
for those in fervent need of absolution
We make the world
a better place
as fear of Hellfire
and damnation
( did I mention 'Vengeful?' )
keep them in check -
a docile flock
the Good Shepherd
ensures
the silence
of the lambs
So we will continue
to fire our canon
at the ninety-nine
who suckle on it's
outpourings
perpetuated by this
Papal Bull.
Ah... Men...
~~~~~~~~~~~
This was an entry for an AllPoetry Contest "Take a step back ( Round 2 )" http://allpoetry.com/contest/2374596 and won Gold for 1st place
Thanks
For making me feel that my weaknesses
are part of my boyish charm
For lending me your arm
When my excesses get the better of me
For beaming your pride at my triumphs
And withering those who would demean them
For picking me up from my failures
Moulding them into moral victories
Thanks
For fashioning two precious daughters
from the warmth of our passion
Somehow passing me the credit
When all that was required of me
Was to love those images of you
Who, swathed in your young mother love
Knew nothing but to return bubbling affection
while my heart burst with pride
Thanks
For filling me with youth when I'm old
Finding the boy in the weary man
For blinding me with beauty
Which is no reflection of the past
But a new and vibrant vision
The pictured lover of my dreams
Beside me when I wake each day
A startling and a wond'rous reality
Thanks
Liquid eyes as dewdrops
on pinkening petal-cheeks
lips suffused, smolder with promises ;
intoxicating fragrances
permeate sepal, buds, corolla
of this exquisite Celtic bloom
The sanguine Spanish sun,
accustomed ever to smile upon
a well-stocked rose bed of it's own
reflects the radiant glory of an Irish rose
nurtured by it's balmy bounty
and has the grace to blush.
~~~~~~~~~
I am from Ireland, and this was written to my wife, whose beauty flourished and was burnished exotic in the warm and splendid Spanish sun - the fiery beauty of Spain, in its turn, was enhanced by her presence.
Sometimes you need to transplant a rose to a sunnier place to realise how very beautiful it is.
Never terribly
far away, they
clamour constantly
to make their
presence felt..
Suppressed,
repressed,
bubbling
just below
the surface,
they jeer this
veneer of
stolid, solid
middle-aged
respectability
"Hush", I tell them
this is not
the time nor place
to show your face
and we are not
as young as
we once used to be
I guess
I'd always
just assumed
that they would
fade away and die
dissolving with
the remnants of
my long-lost
misspent youth
But no, they tease
and taunt and pester,
these ghosts of
rampant yesteryear.
"Someday", I promise,
"I will let you
out to play again".
And then, By God,
let the world beware...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Where the Wild Things Are"
They have been among us
for some time now
You could have passed
any of them in the street...
Discrete, they have been waiting, waiting
they flex an occasional muscle
independantly devastating
a portion of humanity
communicating transcendentantly
to apportion synchronicity
each one having wrought
a limited, controlled vengeance
without thought of consequence
cold, purposeful malevolence
Preying on the weak
playing on the weakness
of the lowest of mankind
to further bind their vile finality
our reality is that in a while, soon
they will fashion soul's destruction
Our sole defence is to commune
the forces of collective compassion
to pit the milk of human kindness
against mounted apocalyptic horses
and enemies of man, long recounted...
War
Pestilence
Famine
Death
P.J. Murphy
(c) 2005
My beautiful daughter Nycola married Marc, the love of her life, last Friday, August 21 2009.
I will be using this post to share video and photo moments from the day
So far, I have uploaded a 5-minute video of wonderful moments from the church ceremony, recorded and edited by Nyc's talented cousin Paul O'Brien, and a really poignant slideshow of magical moments captured by Paul's sister Linda. Also there is Cathal Beale's hilarious speech/poem, a clip of Nyc and the bridesmaids on stage for "The Promise", and a clip of their first dance, to "At Last".
August 28 - added a (very) amateur attempt to make a video montage from some of the snaps supplied by guests, with The Shins "New Slang" as backing track.
August 30 - added a clip of Marc standing in on drums for Jimi Hendrix' "Fire" with the fantastic "White Chocolate".
Sept 2 - added the brilliant "White Chocolate" first dance to T.Rex "20th Century Boy".
Sept 2 - added clips from Nyc & Marc Wedding - Part Deux, the fantastic session on the 'day after', featuring Cathal Beale's definitive version of Kings of Leon "Sex on Fire", and Phil's magical headbanging to the band's rendition of Rage Against the Machine "In the Name Of".
Sept 4 - added my "Father of the Bride" speech. Reluctantly.
Sept 5 - added another slideshow "I only have eyes for you"
Just scroll down to get into da groove....!
~~~
Paul O'Brien's video moments:
If you can't see the embedded video above, you can watch this on YouTube at Nycola and Marc Wedding moments with Arcade Fire "Wake Up"
~~~
Paul's sister Linda compiled a fantastic photo montage, in a video with Ben Folds "The Luckiest" as the background music. If this doesn't spring a tear to your eye, you have no soul! Linda captured exactly what Nycola and Marc wanted, unposed and natural images, with a gorgeous soundtrack. We've had to have the mop handy everytime this has been shown to family and friends.
Again, if the embedded video doesn't display correctly, you can view the slideshow on MySpace at Nycola and Marc's Wedding - photo slideshow with Ben Folds "The Luckiest". This one comes with a warning - watch alone, and with a full pack of Mansize tissues.
~~~
At the reception, Nycola and the bridesmaids ( minus poor Sinead who had sustained a photo-opportunity leg injury early in the day ) threw some shapes to Girls Aloud's "Promise", this is a short clip of their slick moves:
If this doesn't display properly, you can see it at this Nycola and Bridesmaids dance to "Promise" YouTube link.
~~~
This is the happy couple's first dance as husband and wife:
Any problem, view it on YouTube at Nycola and Marc's Wedding - First Dance (At Last)
I made my first attempt at creating a Windows Movie Maker Video using edited photos I got from some of the guests, with The Shins "New Slang" as the backing track:
Get it direct from YouTube on Nycola and Marc Wedding: guests photos
~~~
Marc (Harvey) rocking it out on drums with the best wedding band EVER - White Chocolate with a cover of "Fire" by Jimi Hendrix.
The YouTube video link is Nycola and Marc wedding - Marc drumming with White Chocolate~~~
One of the songs on Nyc & Marc's signature wedding CD was The Flamingoes "I only have eyes for you". You have been playing the CD, havent' you??! Hopeless romantic that I am, I made a short video which tries to capture their 'special moments', with this song as the backing track. My 2nd attempt at Movie Maker, with photos supplied from Linda, Eileen, Liz, Marion and Sara. Keep the hanky handy...
Unfortunately the YT thought police seem to have blocked this, if the embedded video above doesn't play,
YouTube it here' Nycola and Marc - I only have eyes for you with a string version of the song which managed to get past the filter-monkeys.
~~~
Cathal, one of Marc's groomsmen had the crowd in stitches with his contribution to the speeches - a poem celebrating the many good times they've shared over the years:
This is the text of Cathal's speech
~~~
I have to say, I've had really nice feedback on my own speech, despite the fact that I had Elvis "Shake-a-ma-leg" syndrome, and I was never gonna be able to put in words how magical it has been to be Nycola's father all of these years, nor how delighted I am that she chose Marc as her husband. But... embarrassing as it may be, this is what it sounded like:
Again, it's on YouTube at Nycola and Marc wedding - Father of the Bride speech
~~~
The wedding band "White Chocolate" were a huge hit with all guests young and old, from the first song the crowd hit the dancefloor, and never sat down again! This is the band playing their opening song, a brilliant cover of T.Rex's "20th Century Boy".
This clip is available on YouTube at: Nycola and Marc Wedding - White Chocolate play T.Rex "20th Century Boy"
~~~
As is the trend these days, it was a two-day wedding celebration. After brunch at the hotel, and ( for most ) an afternoon snooze, we'd organized a musical extravaganza for the Saturday night in the Wicked Swan, with Blue Moose providing the mainstay of the music, and multiple guest appearances by the hugely musically talented friends of the bride and groom.
Here is Cathal (again) giving Kings of Leon a run for their money with his rendition of "Sex On Fire":
Any problems, check it out on YouTube - Cathal rocks "Sex on Fire"
~~~
And, of course, the night wouldn't have been comple without Phil headbanging to "Rage" - 'In the name of'. Video clip courtesy of Becky ( just passing the blame here... )
Any problems viewing this, just go to the YouTube link at: Phil rocks Rage Against The Machine "In The Name Of..."
"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." Elie Wiese
feigning oblivion
to sprawled
lifeless lumber,
fallen, felled
Our limbs loft
rigidly erect
proud, aloof,
upstanding
we gaze skyward,
haughtily avoid
awkward vista of
wretch stretched
uncouthly oozing
sap solution
over our exclusive
deep-pile carpet
If anyone
asks...
we heard
Nothing.
( If a tree fell
in the forest
and everyone
pretended
not to notice,
would it
make a sound?
Are bears
catholic?
Does
the pope
shit
in the
woods? )
Triumvirate Deity, exalted by Zeus,
Hekate Queen of Ghosts am I,
Goddess of moonlight and magick,
Protectress of the wilderness
In Phrygia and Lagina
devout acolytes pay homage yet;
the lost and the swollen pray
for safe deliverance; safe delivery
Favouring ever my faithful,
sorcerers and necromancers
beseech favour: howling hounds
herald my intercessions
Wary traveller lost, receives
Divine guidance at crossed road,
Titan torch throws illumination
to light the righteous path
Queen of the Night, traversing
that precipice betwixt the worlds;
nourished by obeisant offerings
lost souls I steer to Hades' haven
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
encouragingly
tho fragile
I have
not yet
cracked...
despite
scrambling clear
of a dozen
sizzling
attempts
including
some near-miss
crack squad
shell attacks
out of the firing line
into the (friendly) fire
bubbling in hot water,
hard-boiled
sitting ducks lay, while
the chicken's safe in it's coop
but
this will not
be over easy
Mister Bush
I am the egg man
There's a one-legged man
You have the war lust
goo goo g'joob...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Egg"
Through the heavy clouds of grief
The melodies still find their way
The voice ageless, sweet, comforting
The songs, old, familiar friends
Lifting heavy hearts in the long days
Lulling loved ones to weary sleep at night
The glittering trophies reflect the joy
In the hearts of all who heard her sing
And the deep pride of her loving family
Her rock of support for each performance
Marked with hushed respect while she enthralled
And rapturous applause when song was ended
'Sunrise, Sunset', 'Sweet Sixteen',
'When I grow too old to dream'
'Yidisha Mama', 'Summertime', 'Croce Di Oro'
Old songs, classic songs, sung by many
But imbued with her innocence of youth
And wisdom of age, assumed a new and vibrant life
Her family was her world, and now her legacy
Fine people, kind-hearted and compassionate
Filled with her spirit, strength and courage
Her music, the expression of her love for them
Truth rang timeless in every breath of her singing
It's echoes resound as long as there are memories
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For Nan Cullimore (my late mother-in-law), her spirit and her voice live on.
fingers pluck strings
soft he sings of
the things to come
bass notes hum low
with drumming sound
his queen crowned by
profound love rhyme
in waltz-time with
sublime soft voice
that his choice may
rejoice, her knight
croons of night tryst
by light of moon
they will soon be
in tune, as one.
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Climbing Rhyme", and won the Gold Trophy
Inert gases
tout tawdry
titillations
Illuminate
paved paths
to hellish
haunts
Bad intentions
in sin soaked
stagnant pond
Lurid
invitations
dazzle -
guzzle,
gamble
drink,
debauch...
illicit felicity,
fun and frolic
unfurled in
neon netherworld
~~~
Disenchanted
denizen
forges Ford
forward
- final glance
at pallid promises -
- Gomorrah still
glows gaudy
Firefly flits,
points pathway
to reality,
to civilized
enlightenment
In rear-view
mirror
Babylon
burnishes
fainter,
ever
fainter
Along with
it's
delusive
dreams
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Errant Panther's Race - Round 3"
Pressing onward
through unbreathable
crystallized air
- feeling in
most limbs
long disappeared
Lower digits
blackened, inside
thick snowboots
- gangrenous concerns
pushed to back
of numbed
consciousness
Team-spirit
the driving force
- the team
unfortunately
reduced by one -
interred in icy grave
with scant
frost-hurried
ceremony
Ultimate destination
still several
hundred miles away
but driven, like this
frozen, solid air,
forced by Arctic winds
into reluctant,
pneumonic lungs,
they trudge
northward
Thoughts of home
- wives, children,
parents, friends -
pushed to backs of
tired, demented minds
focused on the quest
to forge claim to
a barren wilderness
- for a country
and a world
who could not care less..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Moraine and Poganip", and won the Gold Trophy for first prize
www.pjmurphypoems.blogspot.com
fondly imagining
it gave him
an attitude;
a mark of maturity
placing him
apart from
those kids
he'd outgrown;
he stroked it
meditatively,
imagined how
the girls
would be impressed
at it's splendour.
lost in
lascivious thought,
oblivious to
the knob
turning
on the
bathroom door
started at
his brother's
sardonic voice -
"what's with
the bum-fluff
... dork?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Face Down"
There is an angel balanced on my toe
my leg is taut and aches so much.
But I cannot ask her just
to go. I do wish she might
be just a little bolder -
after all it's not such
a long distance flight to reach
my shoulder.
Beside my ear, such a handy spot
to make the purpose of her visit
clear. And it's pretty much where
you'd expect her to perch
if only to be circumspect.
She'd also be a lot less prone to
topple if one suddenly were
to lurch .
As well one might.
It's not that it is such a
very common sight - an Angel
perched on one's lower digit.
Giving rise to this strange and sudden
urge to fidget. Oh, at last, she's moving,
now perhaps I can ask about my
present, and my past .. and what's ahead
Oh God...
I'm dead.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Angel Balanced on my Toe"
In endless shadow
between the Caucasus
and the Black Sea
are we, Brem and Bolg
Gimirri, royalty.
Conquerors of Lydia,
of mighty Phrygia
and it's Golden King,
we ride tirelessly
under obsidian sky
Our ebon steeds from
Hades fires freed
with raven feathers plumed.
No need have we
for Helios' ray
In doleful day
and pitchblack night
we wage our wars
and rule, where onyx
masters gold.
Note:
This was a contest entry in an AllPoetry contest, theme was "Cimmerian Night"
God's beauty over timeless tabled mountain
Spectrum colours burst in bright magnificence
A stunning skyscape charged with prism splendour
But somewhere stirs a half-remembered promise...
A token of a Covenant, sign of a Deity No more will Nature's aqueous power be deployed for destruction, anguish, death and devastation - where now this Contract, this Divine benign Treaty?
Was some expiry date in smallest print disguised? In Illinois, New Orleans, South East Asia forlorn faithful pore through dampened Bibles For Heaven's indemnity of solemn promise broken
I have tried to write my life's story
dynamically, as it unfolds
from early childhood memories
Warm and cossetted, cold and scared
through aching adolescence
with hopes and dreams
First loves, lifelong friends
and shatterred illusions
then adult years, struggles and drudgery
joys of true love, new adventures
Unbounded miracles of fatherhood
with all of it's accompanying terrors
A work-in-progress, no rush to final chapter
I hope for many pages yet to flow
but "I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils"
No editorial control on these flowing lines
but pushed by unseen force to write this chronicle
with no eraser, no choice to reconstruct
events a Cosmic Author has prescribed
And as the graphite, piece by piece is broken
and the pencil pared to useless stub
I know the inevitable hour will come
A new pencil sharpened for a new page
Another narrative, another voyage
( Entered for a 'Stolen Lines' contest )
(c) P.J. Murphy, 2005
They handed me the bundle,
I took it gingerly
Oblivious to the throbbing
of pain-crushed fingers
"It's a boy" the nurse said,
"... I think you'll find it's not"
I deigned to challenge
Her gynaecological expertise
Umbilical confusion sorted,
I gazed in awestruck wonder
and unparalleled joy
at the pink, splotched
wriggling beauty,
cossetted in my protective arms,
crowned with night-black hair
that was my daughter
I know that there were many
important, sad and tragic events
In 1980. The world lost
John Lennon, Steve McQueen
Hitchcock, Durante, Sartre,
Mae West, Jesse Owens....
I just remember that I
gained the world. And was reborn.
P.J. Murphy
(c) P.J. Murphy 2005
Black - the ebon shade, the anti-shade
to some a portentous and an ominous hue
doleful, funereal, depressing
Casting sinister and sullen thoughts
In minds where light has been excluded
To others the contrast against which
life's palette gains a new black-magic glow
Obsidian stars, an impish onyx moon
Dark skies filled with sable cloud
Mysterious beauty on a pitchblack night
To all, a moment's fraction ere the universe began
When all was raven-black and tranquil
Soundless and eternal nothingness
Interrupted by savage and spectacular explosion
A dazzling beauty, only by immortals seen
And raucous life,
With splendid spectrum colours
From blackest dark
Was born
P.J. Murphy
(c) P.J. Murphy 2005
Note: This was an entry for one of a series of Allpoetry.com contests with colour themes, this one being 'Black'
My website, https://www.guitarsongs.info created as an online songbook in 1999, has grown into a guitarist portal site and hit the 19 million visitor mark in April 2018
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I'm also a non-prolific poet - some selected poems on my poetry blog, www.pjmurphypoems.blogspot.com
PJ
