Bespoke Poetry and Lyrics 

ODE TO SLIGO YOUTH THEATRE


Amidst the war and pain and yelling

There is a cure for social ill

An aide administered by telling

All our hearts and minds to fill

          With stories of our own

And they will make the rivers run

The forests spread beneath the sun

And they will make the mountains rise

The youth of County Sligo

The beauty waiting in our souls

Is handed down throughout our past

Its power hot like burning coals

Is hard to find but made to last

          And stand the test of time

And they will make the rivers run

The forests spread beneath then sun

And they will make the mountains rise

The bards of County Sligo

The daily news is good to hear

And passes quick from day to day

But more important to our ear

And more important still to say

          Are stories of our making


And they will make the rivers run

The forests spread beneath the sun

And they will make the mountains rise

While kings and gods with thunderous cries

Salute the youth and spread the word

The greatest stories, warmest songs,

And theatre, it all belongs

To those along the Garavouge

The mythic bards of Sligo

          Joel Mason

          August 25 2002


UNTIL THE END OF TIME

The love in my heart passed to you

Ensures that I live on


Today into tomorrow

Into all the lives that follow

Until the end of family line

Until the end of all known time


Until the end of endings

Every reason every rime


And so shall I forever live

Until the end of time


(8:30 – 9:02, 16 February 2012)

 Absolute Privacy

Standing on the Royal mile 

where it crosses North Bridge

I look west toward the castle

And think about a girl


Who, 100 years earlier

Is standing on the other side of the street

Thinking about me 100 years hence


We stand there

Separated by 12 meters

And 100 years


Timidly we begin to cross the space

That separates us


In the center of the street we stop

Close enough to touch

We know we cannot


Comforted in our shared solitude

We stand together


In absolute privacy

        Joel Mason

11:30 p.m. 8/16/03


Five Hours to Harrisburg

By Joel M. Houck


Five hours to Harrisburg I think it was

A bucket of chicken and a counter clerk 

     longing to be one of us

Full tanks of gas

Another laugh in a long line of running jokes

Tired eyes and cheeks burnished bright by jovial     

     comradery

 

Like cowboys 

     pushing matter-a-factly on to the next thing

Oblivious to the concept of nine to five

Or mine and only mine

Living moment to moment as if 

that’s the way it was supposed to be

Alone on the road 

     in the company of so many that have gone before

Alone in the habit of being men

Or at least being guys, boys

The sons of our mothers

Living the secret lives of boys

Laughing and joking and deep down inside feeling

Comfortable together on mars on our cattle drive

Driving our facts, fictions, and faults before us.


This free website was made using Yola.

No HTML skills required. Build your website in minutes.

Go to www.yola.com and sign up today!

Make a free website with Yola