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”

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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

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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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