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Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Memo to Sail

Take a note my boy
For those two weeks in June and July
Say bon voyage to Lincolnshire my boy
Sail off for Galway, with your horse of troy

Take note my boy
Be awake for the awakening tune
Say “hey there, it’s me, over here boy
I’ve made my way over here, to hear the bands of joy


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Addled Imagination

I want to talk to you of the glowing embers, on this damp and foggy Connemara afternoon
Ask you to fill your nostrils, with the aromas of slow burning logs, from the fireplace of the head gardeners cottage
I want to sit by you, as a reconstruction; you sat in my armchair, me on the floor, I will leave the desk-work until the morning
We might witness our lives in the fires flames, sense our excitement, with occasional sparks of emotion
The liquor will warm us, as also might the Donegal woven blanket, thrown over us, when we pull closer together
I want to talk to you of the glowing embers, you my mother superior, in this house of Benedictine nuns


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Monday, 29 December 2014

Witness And Wait

If you let the peaceful present happen, take off a while to let yourself be, if you listen to the mountains and the raindrops, take some time to believe, in essence, elemental, essentially to see
If you hear the wind and the loch water lapping, being with you to share your love of serenity, if you ride the low waves of lightness passing, by being with belief in you, by being with caring for love, essential and elementally


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Sunday, 28 December 2014

Hard Stuff

If I don’t give you the time and presence how might I ask you to let me be
I have been known as a carpenter, I have been known as Paul
I have been known to like a drink, I have been in love, loved you one and all

If I don’t give you the chance to think how might I ask you to choose wisely
I have been known as a builder, I have been known as Shaun
I have been known to like a drink, I have been in love, love I love you all


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Saturday, 27 December 2014

A Perfect Poem (Tom Carney)

On the motorway
From Galway to Dublin
Thinking of the photographs
That I have not taken

The column of slate
The cotton on the bog...
My love sat here beside me
With photographs I have not taken


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Friday, 26 December 2014

Galway’s Music Pubs

It’s where the musicians meet, that division of two streets
It’s the place to sing with rhythm, to bang the drum, and tap the feet
It’s the sunshine of the season, where peace becomes the reason
It’s the place where deity’s are taken or given, as with all hope we seize


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Thursday, 25 December 2014

remember (the nine days of christmas day nine)

i choose to search my memory, to name the memories as my own memories, memories that I may call up by design, or solicit to enter my consciousness at random. 

i am happy to receive or trawl both good and bad memories, both happy and sad memories, I am as happy to bathe in joyful memories as I am to reflect in melancholic memories. 

i am capable of taking pleasure, and advice, from the reading, and the writing of memories, be they my own memory’s words, or the words of other's owned memories.

i hear memories when they are spoken, or when joined up with music, to become the memory of song; i myself have no voice for singing, instead i find my beauty in the memory of another’s voice. 

i feel memories when the ambiance of instrumentation alights me; i have neither skill nor talent for playing instruments, instead i find my harmony in the memory’s of many other’s rhythms and arrangements.






poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday
Christopher

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Peace Came; As If By Right

We met him in the famous Galway city, he was from the beautiful Donegal town, his wife she must have been fair pretty, to get the spiritual wanderer to half-way settle down
He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right
He crossed the seas by boat to England, to use his trade he was London bound, he made himself a small monetary fortune, while his head all the while whizzed around
He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right
He built the fairground rides for Disney, with the skill of a man who knows the way, he sang beside the big star Lindsey, she was the love of his life, he loved her night and day
He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right
He knew it was the time to find the stillness, to stare out to sea from Sliabh Liag Cliffs, he was certain his wife was sure to leave him, yet, through his faithful presence, the peace still found him on that day
He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Wednesday, 24 December 2014

in place of ether (the nine days of christmas day eight)

instances, moments, fleeting recollections, welcome feelings, suggestions of empathetic being

could I live with you, could I live without you; could i meditate and contemplate, alone by myself, or perhaps together, sometimes with you

light, dark, sun, rain, blue skies, cloud filled skies, bare trees, leaf filled trees, footpaths and journeys

could I feel you with your body, could I feel you without your body; could i stretch and curl, touch my own extremities, before becoming desperate to visualise your aspect

mind, thought, stillness, calm, peace, warmth, sensuality, rapture, urge, ache, desirous longing

could i have transference with you, could I have transference without you; could i suggest images, perhaps reach out for déjà vu, could i have lucid dreams and seek out their explanations






poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday
Christopher

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Paul

Why choose the musk cologne, what home awaits your husk, in Tuscany or Rome, stone the crows if you will
The chauffeur driven sedan pulled away slowly, from the inner city traffic lights, the old gentleman sat alone in the back, in his fine barathea blazer, green shirt and striped tie (his club tie)
The club where the chauffeur delivered him, every evening for drinks and dinner, dinner with his dwindling band of friends, dinner before being taken home to his expansive home, in the leafy suburbs, beside the lifelong rolling river Corrib
Why choose the leather bag, what goods await you, whether in Galway or Killarney, stay in the other man’s row if you will
The carpenter had the wisdom to take the advice of the ganger and the foreman, he had the sense of purpose to enroll in the college
He developed the strength of character to travel the world; plying his trade, sowing his seeds, feeding his mistress, caring for his wife and loving his children
His father gave him all he could, including the honesty of the people at the top of the hill
After his travels the carpenter returned to his home town of Donegal, he reflected on his life, sat on the cliffs looking out to sea; he sought out a new peace, which came to him in a moment
He told me “Christopher you have to be ready” “and you have to work at peace, for it is far harder work, far harder work than the work of a carpenter, or an engineer


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Tuesday, 23 December 2014

teacher (the nine days of christmas day seven)

in that search
for heart and mind and soul
i had within me
some certainty
some doubt
some confusion

i settled on
the heart being where 
the seed of the poetry rises
the mind being where 
i root to find a context
the soul being where lies 
what i leave behind

in this conclusion
of heart and mind and soul
i have been given
the will for absolute life
the will for absolute love
the will for absolute inspiration





poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday
Christopher

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The Lodge at Doonbeg

The smoked salmon was placed neatly, atop the piled prawns in Marie Rose sauce
The son drank Guinness, sat beside his father, who chose a cocktail and a club sandwich
The girls (women) had a group photograph taken, charmingly, by the pleased to be invited gentleman
The car park didn’t reflect the clientele which the establishment might have hoped for, not a Maserati in sight
Odd to have built such a thing, to have let loose a constrained gothic architect, on the wild Atlantic coast
This is one memory, made on the very same day when many more memories will be made
There will be drives that sail majestically, straight as a dye, long ways down the fairway


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Monday, 22 December 2014

afterwards the morning (the nine days of christmas day six)

through the white clouded blue sky to freedom
leave behind the pink and purple grass
leave behind the working class
leave behind the midnight mass
leave behind all that old talk of freedom

i thought of you, and smiled
as i drove beside the golden orange hedgerow
it was a memory; deeper love
from my collective unconscious
which brought joy into my breath

sitting in the warm bright light of freedom
leave behind the anger of delusions
leave behind the air of confusions
leave behind the mindful intrusions
leave behind all that old talk of freedom

i saw your doppelgänger
in my rear view mirror, as i queued on the motorway
it was a memory; a fond journey
into my recent consciousness
which brought passion to my heart

drift into the refreshing silver grey rains of freedom
leave behind the mystery of the myth
leave behind the waiting for the gift
leave behind the need to probe the rift
leave behind all that old talk of freedom

i heard your sensational music
as a backdrop to a meditation prayer
it was a memory; of infinite essence
of time in contemplation, with you
my inspirational guidance





poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday
Christopher

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Photographs Not Taken

1. The column of slate
2. The cotton on the bog
3. The river under the bridge
4. The shallow waters
The idea ran its course for me, but feel free to take it up


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Sunday, 21 December 2014

last post (the nine days of christmas day five)

As long as one is conscious, nothing temporary, no past experience, is ever truly lost
Hermann Hesse

i will always have the poem 
of the gentle butterfly
floating and fluttering in the garden
i can draw on the beauty and emotion
of moments and spaces that only ever
truly existed within my imagination

i will always have the song
of a beautiful woman walking 
strolling through the headland meadow
i am taken to summers near and far away
both real, and from that immense
and infinite land of make believe

i will always have the images
of spiritual paintings
a time, of both then and now, when
i may retreat to a peaceful meditative place
with time and peace to encourage my practice
to flower with the energy and love of my mind





poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday
Christopher

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Shaun And The Highly Strung Arabian Mare

He came from the mountains, to build a house of stone, he took us to the loch side, and told of the eccentric lady’s home
She returned without her family, she chose to leave them behind, she was an abstract painter, and the most determined gardener he did find
She wrapped flowers in wool and cotton, to save them from the night, with all her love she tended, during long winters lack of light
We twist and turn through the passes, with stories of his working life, of the mountains blue and gold reflections, in cities far and wide
He tells of buying horses, and this diamond mare he found, he tells of having to break her, yet with excitable tenderness she did rebound
He is here and he is home now, but the money it cannot last, once more he will travel, for his labour is the sole provider for his loved and loving caste


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Saturday, 20 December 2014

sant salvador (the nine days of christmas day four)

my window faces
the rising sun
this gift of life
each day is spun

i hear your footsteps
in my mind
this gift of peace
such joy to find

silent mornings
in my arms
this gift of love
brings me calm

i see you pray
you alone
this gift of time
carved in stone

my window faces
the setting sun
this gift of words
unspoken, quietly undone





poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday
Christopher

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After the Drink

What is The Peace
What is The War
What is The North
What is The South

And what is it, to have come on so strong


From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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Friday, 19 December 2014

about doubt (the nine days of christmas day three)




i write these words for you, yet
i ask myself
do i write these words for you alone

i raise an image; a thin, merino wool cardigan
with its sleeve rolled back
to show off your suntanned arm

if i give these words and this image to you
should i ask myself
do i give these gifts for you alone

i recover a memory, from many thousands
yet i ask myself
will i always be able to recover memories for you alone

i project a vision, during meditation
your face, in bright moonlight and clouds
symbolic of the love i am being asked to give out

if i offer these memories and visions to you
should i ask myself
are these recoveries and projections for you alone


poems as prayers
from a non-religious person
yet someone trying to be
a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday
Christopher

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