Drinking the Gatorade (Sonnet I wrote about the Stormont Impasse)

The Peloton Patricians

every Sunday morning

marking their territory like dogs

all across the Lough Neagh shores!

 

Those who think voting still works

drinking the Gatorade

thinking they have it made!

But our values are compromised

while assembly seats are prized

Orange and Green define the Matrix!

Walk to Stormont, if you must

for some things will always be the same!

The only way to win

is to stop playing the game!

 

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Keeping the Change (Sonnet I wrote about my experience watching Home Alone)

Thank God ‘Home Alone’ was made in 1990

or else Kevin would be eating the Tide he bought

while his parents’ items were sought

by two incompetent thieves!

Generation Y kept the change

while on the way to Deansgrange

I anticipated the childhood experiences I never had then!

Buses to Belfast, Dublin and Dun Laoghaire

while the rest of the country got lairy

I watched a Christmas Classic!

Now it’s almost 2019

it’s Uber’s time

to get me on my way back

negotiating freezing fog to be home alone!

An Tour Mór (Sonnet I wrote about driving across the Sperrins today)

He who rides a tiger is scared to dismount!

Not like the fear I had driving to Aughabrack via Feeny

trundling up the hills on the road from Moneymeaney

until I approached the crossroads dissecting the Park to Dungiven road!

Heading to Aughabrack I noticed ‘Road Ahead Closed’ signs

the road towards Plumbridge was closed!

Mrs. Kerlin said it’s due to a stretch of road being widened!

Blade heading towards Plumbridge showed me a detour

where I nearly drove into a hole on the right-hand road edge!

But I got over safe thanks to that Angel sent from Heaven!

Drove back home via Greencastle

nearly missing a sharp turn and almost into a side road

as well as nearly witnessing a collision at Kildress!

Holy Jesus! Thon’s some journey!”

Why we fight (sonnet about the struggles of the modern Christian)

We fight to defend faith
not any bricks-and-mortar institution!
Just the teachings and way of life
which our forefathers fought for!

Many mistakes were made along the way;
making the East Western for one!
But now the West is becoming Eastern!
Wholly intransigent!

We can no longer fight among ourselves
in our man-made blockades of orange and green!
We have some common ground,
our values attacked on all fronts
in the name of Science, Yahweh and Allah!
Together, however, we shall prevail!

Blessing the Sturridge Dance (Sonnet)

The Old Cross of Ardboe

constitutionally claimed by Moortown!

Mum’s parents are buried there

paying my due respects at the graveyard mass there

networking with my relatives!

Watching the kids by the graves

seeing one little boy from Ballinderry doing the Sturridge Dance

while the Priests talked about the Martyrs!

Childer never had any respect,

but now it’s taken to hyperbole!

Had to hold back my wondering about our society

leading to a situation where anything goes!

Now we have to bless the Sturridge Dance

the green and pleasant land still holds sway!

Letting Go (Sonnet about being in Charles de Gaule Airport 6 Months ago)

Disney Fangirls talk of letting go!

Spoiled Pink Princesses at Charles de Gaule Airport,

Liverpool Scallies!

Their flight back home was cancelled the day before!

I was supposed to go to School today!”

The Mum and the Gran carrying toys galore!

It wasn’t frozen in the UK,

we were given fog instead!

Flights delayed and rearranged!

Musical chairs with departure gates!

The Government is taking us for a ride,

with the spraying of areal chemicals!

Above us only Sky?

Are, right!