Snowed off

January 7, 2010

I have written alot about the weather in work over the last few days. Trying to find new angles, new stories, a new pensioner stranded for four days, a new road gritter fresh from being attacked.

I have to say though, I think it is completely ridiculous to the point of hilarity that Ireland seems to have gone into total shutdown. I know it’s a once in a century kind of occurence for us… but all of a sudden, it’s number one on the RTE news agenda, front page of all the papers, on the tip of everyone’s tongue. Schools close. Buses disappear. Taxis moan for the first time that their travellers are going to too many far-fetched locations. Work colleagues vanish without a holy trace. And the family call every five minutes to check “you’re still alive.”

“No, I’ve given up, I’m lying in the 2cm of snow as my saliva freezes in my mouth”

Yes, it’s cold. It has registered. But now, let’s man-up and..um…grit and bear it.

Ssshh.. It’s a secret

January 4, 2010

A new year, new writings!

Like I have already said, I am a journalist and have wondered for years how to get my personal thoughts on the things I see and my other, less professional writing, out there.

I hope to bring some kind of insight into the job while having a useful tool to vent and publish my (gasp) poetry.

But all under the pen-name, and never naming names. Exciting.

The Other Woman

January 4, 2010

 

It started as nothing
We were friends and
We worked well together
It was all fine

When it became something
We were drinking and
it made us feel better
Alone with wine

See we both had issues
We were getting away and
it started to creep in
Feel tell-tale signs

I didn’t mean to kiss you
I was amorous and
Liked the feeling you bring
Friend of mine

The next day I woke
I read your text and
We said we’d forget it
It would all be fine

But later we spoke
You had that look and
Again I felt it
We crossed the line

In a new light I stand
So you said and
There I stood
Take what’s not mine

Skimming my hand
You touch my waist and
In a public place
With friends-not the time

Away into a doorway
We go in rain and
Try fight this in vain
Kissing with drops in ryhme

Now who’s to blame
Days pass soon and
We play the love game
You meet me at mine

You sit and we smile
We talk and laugh and
then you grab my hips
then we speak with eyes

There’s no more denial
You pull me closer and
Quickly crush my lips
then we intertwine

Morning always arrives
It’s a raw memory and
I feel so guilty
Things aren’t fine

In our professional way
We organise, row and
Act as if it never happened
Work we hide behind

The very next day
You text me and mail and
I hate my happy heart
The Other Woman is blind.

WFMFJ

Black Rainbow 2010

January 4, 2010

Jump start me in snow
Away from bloody 2009

Pump me up to go
Play no more with fickle time

Bank, develop, lose and die
Corruption, money and politics lie

Will you start afresh?
Will you take the chance before you?

Kills me to regress
Thrills to start anew with truth

Bank, develop, lose and die
Corruption, money, and politics lie

Energise your weary soul
Stronger now you’re still alive

Realise potential goals
Dusty debris says goodbye

Bank, develop, lose and die
I learn and forget about 2009

Bills to pay, babies born
Breaking up and death is near

Hearts mended, trust torn
The more you grow the more you fear

Plan, live and love again
It’s all the same in 2010.

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