You question me throughout it all,try to rebuke,what occurrence we may befall,you call a fluke. I lie when I say it's a skill.You're right, I suck.The outcome, while it is my will,is still dumb luck. The decnad cummaisc is an Irish poetic form that employs quatrains with both end and internal rhymes. Here are the … Continue reading Dechnad cummaisc: Dumb Luck
Category: Poetry
Cro cumaisc etir casbairdni ocus lethrannaigecht: The Third Coming
Floors coated in newspaperpaint tins standing by,under the torn wallpaper,something caught my eye. Ancient text long forgotten,the message read clear.Jesus waz ere, twenty-ten,then, a sudden fear. If this tag was genuine,second coming gone,there must be a redesign,a third coming on. Now, how can I benefitYes, I think I know,The answer is evident:make a Netflix show … Continue reading Cro cumaisc etir casbairdni ocus lethrannaigecht: The Third Coming
Droigneach: I Know What UFOs Are
Between observers, opinions may range diverselyConcerning the strange lights and sinister abductions. These vile visitors call with conduct so unearthly And a purpose which defies logical deductionsBright lights, time and memory loss, faulty radiosTheir manner of travelling with wavy waywardness. I have solved the puzzling existence of UFOsThey're joyriding angels at the height of drunkenness … Continue reading Droigneach: I Know What UFOs Are
Breccbairdne: The Journey is Outdated
Man makes his tunnel,an act beyond mortal.A cavity drivento cheat time by portal. Speed foremost unitesthe ultimate ideals,yet, what the depths concealed,the price of pace reveals Now we can warrantvalue by the decree:Destination only,and forget the journey. The breccbairdne is an Irish quatrain form. Here are the basic guidelines:Quatrain (or four-line stanza) formFive syllables in … Continue reading Breccbairdne: The Journey is Outdated
Children’s Rhyme: Cyhydedd hir: Criss the Cat
Pete Criss was a catwe were fine with thatsitting on his matas a cat should Until one fine daywhich one I can't sayPetey ran awaymisunderstood All the world to seehe wanted to beable to play freeand now he could He travelled the landwith drum sticks in handand joined a rock bandhis life was good The … Continue reading Children’s Rhyme: Cyhydedd hir: Criss the Cat