Thursday, August 17, 2017

I Want My Boots Back

Shot down
And left for dead
When they took my boots
One of them said
"See ya around"
That's the damn truth
'Cause I didn't die
And I want my boots back

Tracked down
And surveyed for days
When I spied my boots
Through a dusty haze
Echo in my head
"See ya around"
That's no damn lie
And I want my boots back

Shot down
And left for dead
When I took my boots
An onlooker said
"What goes around"
I'd have to agree
Eye for an eye
And I got my boots back

© 2017 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Love Grows Love

Beauty seems dulled today
A numbness prevails
Shedding tears silently
As leadership fails
Only Love conquers Hate
Most of us know
So spread only Love
And more Love will grow

© 2017 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Adventure in Pickering

Good hearted souls from end to end
Shirt off their back when there's one to lend
Some are family, some are friends
You can be yourself, no need to pretend

Up to the cottage on Pigeon Lake
With Captain Morgan
And Janet, First Mate
To the Landing by car, Bobcaygeon by boat
Drinks at every location, striking all the right notes
Then on to the waterfront as per Geno's plan
A grand time for all and an accidental band

So...
Slaughter the lamb
Put the pig on the spit
Keep the beer on ice
And we'll all get lit
America's invaded the Great White North
And we never want to go home

We got Kevin, some Mikes, and a couple of Ann's
Some guy from Facebook whose name is Dan
Tracey, Karen, and Lisa at tomorrow's feast
And countless children, to say the least
Still see Phil hanging around
And probably a few who can't quite be found
But steadfast and true
There's Gene and Eileen
And against all the odds
Even Noreen!

Haul that iron
Salvage that wreck
And we'll pile the money high as Big John's neck
James the Banker is an atheist
He talks in circles but is hard to resist
A few more beers and you'll get the gist

So...
Slaughter the lamb
Put the pig on the spit
Keep the beer on ice
And we'll all get lit
America's invaded the Great White North
And we never want to go home

Left Pickering on the 401
While Geddy sang about the setting sun
Turned around to have more fun
'Cause this invasion is a long way from done

So...
Slaughter the lamb
Put the pig on the spit
Keep the beer on ice
And we'll all get lit
America's invaded the Great White North
And we never want to go home

© 2014  Michael & Ann Denise O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Friday, August 4, 2017

It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

The following selections were originally written for #MadVerse, hosted by @MadQueenStorm on Twitter. It's prompt-driven writing which I'd never done before. Unfortunately, I don't recall the prompts for the early ones.

MadVerse #2 

Purple heather
Swaying gently
In an unnatural breeze
A false calmness
Before being engulfed
By the orange flames
Of the raging wildfire
Transforming serenity
Into chaotic destruction

© 2014 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.


MadVerse #3

Shades of blue
Dissipate to black
My fragile joy
Riddled with invisible cracks
As Darkness consumes the Twilight

© 2014 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.


Prompts for the next few: thorn in my side / let it go / echo

MadVerse #4

I was a thorn in your side
That you couldn't abide
Didn't you know?
I couldn't let go
I plunged off the cliff
Without even an echo

 © 2017 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.


MadVerse #5

Infidelity

He was a thorn in my side
That I couldn't abide
Didn't you know?
I'd never let it go
I pushed him over
Without even an echo

 © 2017 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.


MadVerse #6

When I let it go
There was no echo
Like the thorn in my side
The pain would endure forever

 © 2017 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.


MadVerse #7

I had to let it go
It was the thorn in my side
My full-throated scream
Left no echo

© 2017 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.








Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Older

The twitch
Involuntary
While the tremble is steady
The eyes still see
What the mind can't remember
All motion
Erratic
The joints are all rusted
As a life
Winds its way
To the final conclusion


© 2015 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Simplicity

Plain-spoken words
Delivered on cue
Perhaps, too fancy after all
Even for you

Simplicity reigns
Through complexities pores
Streaking the windows
While locking the doors

It isn't as hard
As your mind might pretend
All the clues are straight-forward
If you can follow their bend

So furrow your brow
And confound if you must
Words fancy or plain
All get covered in dust


 © 2015 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.


Sunday, July 23, 2017

The Days of Wine & Roses

The days of wine and roses
Are soon coming to an end
The money's gone and time is short
Will you still be my friend?

Yes, the days of wine and roses
Are few and far between
The burden's weight increases
I'm now a person barely seen

The days of wine and roses
A lofty time indeed
My sorry life has run its course
A fertile field of weed


 © 2016 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.