JOFRAN TARMOWIFE

Knife ryhmes with life
And what is life without strife?
Here is a hint:
The answer's Johan Cruyff;
With surgical precision,
Picks you apart like a knife;
Turn a game on a dime -
Now that's Johan Cruyff.

Knife rhymes with life
And what is life without strife?
Here is a hint:
The answer's Tarmogoyf;
Sure, it feeds on death,
As all graveywards are rife;
Ask Maynard about Vegas -
Now that's Tarmogoyf.

Knife rhymes with life
And what is life without strife?
Here is a hint:
The answer's your wife;
Loving and caring,
Surely that isn't right?
"You forgot the immersion" -
Now that's your loving wife.

Knife rhymes with life
And what is life without strife?
Here is a hint:
The answer's your knife.
Chopping and cutting
Every day of your life;
Once used for its purpose -
"Now that's a knife."

Walls

Obstacles before me

Loom large in the present,

Wearing me down; but

Not you, from the crescent:

The loveable rogue,

My best friend,

Who tore down walls

To get to the end.

For a time you were lost,

Unsure of your fate,

Aimless in action,

Then acting too late:

But not anymore,

My best friend;

You tore down your walls

To get to the end:

Where I need to be,

Beyond all fear;

I see you succeed

And know hope is near.

Now thanks to you,

My best friend,

I will tear down walls

To get to the end.

Sojourn

In one day all is settled
As confirmation comes
Via a click and a trip.
Two days later the
News is delivered
In a well-worded quip.
Writing is rotten in
Only one respect
With regards expression;
Not in description but
Sightless vision of faces
Without precession.

If only I witnessed
Your face that morning
When you read the news.
Better still, I’d have
Arrived at your ‘sill
Had I the chance to choose.
But in films they
Disregard details
And how they impact romance;
So it’s best for us
That in logic I trust –
And leave nothing to chance.

Now time suffocates
Our separate attempts
To count down the days:
You in New York with
Lonely distractions as
Each new dawn fades;
Me in Dublin with
Working commitments as
Hope waits to come true –
But time’s guarantee is
To always pass, so
I can live with waiting for you.

In Transit

Cris-crossing planes
Soar so high;
At their level,
You forget why:
On your way
To pastures new,
Seeking something
Better to do.

Now in transit
As midday fades,
Your body-clock
At last gives way.
In your aisle seat
With eyes shut tight –
Willing time to
Spur this flight.

And as you begin,
Nerves set in:
You fear the cost of a fall –
But in the end,
You’ll comprehend:
You can’t win ‘em all.

The night before
A tear slipped out;
You held on and
Voiced your doubts.
Kissing them up
I pulled you near –
And told you to
Embrace your fears.

Hindsight tells you
Then was better;
Selling souvenirs
Or vintage sweaters.
But once you land
You’ll start to see
That Now lies in
New York City.

And as you get in,
Nerves rescind:
Your fears are fallow to all –
As in the end,
You comprehend:
“I can’t win ‘em all.”

Hoardings

Where hope is lost

Hoardings are found –

This is why we

Tear them to ground.