What better time than St. Patrick”s Day to launch a blog of a somewhat displaced Irish bard, my dear husband--- Jimmy O’Coyle! Far from the
shores of the Emerald Isles, nonetheless a mystical, musical muse in his own right, I
am privileged to share some of his moments of insight, humor and occasional lucidity!
Today’s entry is an account of our recent days: life with
our youngest of four!
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A Little Demon
A little demon
Made sport of her hind end
She is screaming
A religious ritual has set in
Threatens to confiscate his
devices
Escalating threats
The two tango to the music of
his vices
The more she engages the
crazier it gets
Compulsion and unbridled desire
Struggling to tame but not to
break
Fanning the flames of hells
fire
With that old wily snake
Love something more than God
That little demon
Will laugh and applaud
You’ll still be screaming
Somebody help me please
My love has created my torment
My heart like a piece of Swiss
cheese
My reservoir is dry and spent
My get up and go
Has gone and went
How does thy garden grow?
Harvest thy malcontent
Partake of ill-gotten bitter
fruit
Desires so vast
Our love minute
Portrait in contrast
God is love and light
We are darkened theater
Void of reason and sight
Believing we are greater
Lord have mercy
On our best attempt
Beyond all that is worthy
Familiarity with contempt
One final plea all I ask
Turn my demon into your saint
Take from me this task
My fortune and my complaint
As thunderous rain to the earth
As a cup of bitter herbs
Transform them into thy worth
In new songs and in other words
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welcome to blogland wendy!! occasional wit and poetry from jjimmy o'coyle...should be entertaining!!! quite a poem this is....hope ya'll are doing good, better than what tells above! need to catch up by phone soon!! xo
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