Carmel, Carmel – how I love your dells and swells
your wild unkempt rambles and shambles.
How beautiful you are – when the sun ambles,
yawning a morning of glitter, bright, light
on the misty fresh crèche' of spring green
where new growth is seen – Bluebells and garlic
idle their waft, reeling a ceiling of pungent perfumes
and Ah! the blooms, the blooms!
Those glossy leafed bowers
and hawthorn flowers
dewy and gemmed
by warm summer showers.

I came into this world unwinged,
my mother mortal (wretched thing).
My sire roamed the Heavens wide.
When I was born the Angel cried.

My dam had passed when I was born
hence, father offered naught but scorn.
No love he felt for human kind
save mother who left him behind.

The Angels know not where men go
when life is done- not high or low.
Most men feel sure they join the Host
of Seraph, Cherub, Holy Ghost.

It started when
the coat was almost new,
caught on rust-streaked spikes
of a school-ground prison…..
Patches!
Invisible at first,
an extra pocket
or designer label;
no one suspected
hidden damage.
But the scar remained,
quickly joined by
brothers, sisters,
uncles, cousins.
Then strangers
drove their opinions,
and other more physical
appendages,
through its crumpled fabric;
patches and coat
indistinguishable,
buttoned up tight
to keep everything out.

I gazed in amazement, in this same day
As I witnessed something indescribable, by any poet
A single moment, so astonishing, so incredibly real
My heart, thumps furiously at my heaving chest
My heart, has misplaced its breath
Exactly like that feeling you get
When you place your face out the window of a moving vehicle
As you attempt to inhale

Choke

I gulp
I cry
With theses dreary, dreamy, morose eyes, I watched