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@Sgt Pepper wrote:
A Story Dwelling
There are may rooms in my Father’s house..
(John 14:2)I have a vision of you in the Nineteen Sixties.
I can’t really see you beyond that.
Not for a while,
Not for the life of me.I see Saint James’ in September
And the marrying of your love
Elizabeth
Beth
Betty.
Thin, dark suit –
Masculine mystery
Shaving bowl
Magnified by the young.It’s as if speaking for you then,
I answer everything asked for now.
Handclasping your boy on Sarsfield Road.Now, another future memory graft:
Dublin Port and Docks,
A construct of oil and sinew,
Your black hair and boots.
Fledgling Father,
A blaze of blue eyes burning blur holes
In the glare of your unborn son
Tobacco fingers.I sense your family take flight
Bungalow, Inchicore
Towards the single story built by your own hands.
Some semblance of me –
Too soon.
In retreat I allow all become outline,
Let all begin fade.
I shall always see you younger now.
Younger than I have ever been.Sarge just had a good look at this and seriously, not farting around, but thank feck this is one of the very coolest fingys it’s been my pleasure to read anywhereboards.
Totally appreciate it………..in the top ten I’d rate ….it’s beyond silver or gold……
yeah ok it’s even RubeSta class, and i’m nicking for me music thread.
: o )Magic work
The Collar
I struck the board, and cried, “No more!
I will abroad.
What! shall I ever sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free; free as the road,
Loose as the wind, as large as store.
Shall I be still in suit?
Have I no harvest but a thorn
To let me blood, and not restore
What I have lost with cordial fruit?
Sure there was wine
Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn
Before my tears did drown it.
Is the year only lost to me?
Have I no bays to crown it?
No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
All wasted?
Not so, my heart; but there is fruit,
And thou hast hands.
Recover all thy sigh-blown age
On double pleasures; leave thy cold dispute
Of what is fit and not; forsake thy cage,
Thy rope of sands,
Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee
Good cable, to enforce and draw,
And be thy law,
While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
Away! take heed;
I will abroad.
Call in thy death’s-head there; tie up thy fears;
He that forbears
To suit and serve his need
Deserves his load.”
But as I rav’d, and grew more fierce and wild
At every word,
Me thoughts I heard one calling, “Child”;
And I replied, “My Lord.”George Herbert
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.MORNING !!night cath xx
laters all
LOL netty
gayest thread I’ve ever seen
Happy One Sarge !
@sunny wrote:
Toy as much as you do me head in
LMAO x
my team finding some form sunns, hows the blues gonna do this season ?
eh ?
can’t pete, its a broken tooth due to a fight I was in
will forward pics……
@sir Actor wrote:
@toybulldog wrote:
@chickenman wrote:
: o ) <<<< an emoticon!
If only Churchill had used them eh??
errr……yeah !
………wot a gimphead
tooth abcess but now on meds, and one side of face ballooned up.
will post on the gallery thread pronto like…..
