The Sun rises and sets with you

It’s all about me and you

A different world now with you in my life

No need to worry about trouble and strife

You are bringing out the best in me

When I’m with you I now feel totally free

I dream of a cloudless sky

So we can travel, you and I

We will travel far away

And live happily day to day

We’ll see fresh blue skies

And explore islands far and wide

We’ll see beaches with sands of pure white

And watch the sunset and sit under the moonlight

This person said that or this

This town stinks of piss

People wanting to know your private affairs

But who the fuck really cares?

Some people speak from both sides of their mouths

Making up stuff to spread about

But I don’t care

You can suck it, fuck it, or even do the toilet duck it.

Why would you say that the day is nice?

When you could say it’s like living in fucking paradise

Why bother with boring shit nouns?

Pass me over the poetry crown

Being using extraordinary and intelligent words in poems since 86

Putting pen to paper to get my fix

Strutting about, cock of the walk, OG style

Walking forward with a smile, mile after mile

An example of an indestructible force of nature

But now the eye is on the prize, steady and mature

Soaking it all up now totally relaxed

This show will never get axed

Never give up or get disheartened

Me, myself, the honest truth is that I’ve only started

Love is sneaking out of the bed before she wakes

As the dawn breaks

Turn on the amp and put on a record low

Take things slow

Realize how lucky you are right now

Roll a spliff

Don’t worry about when or if

Just wait

Cork a bottle of wine

Everything is fine

The angel is still asleep

Sweet dreams about things nice and deep

It’s all about you and me

And then you hear it.

Can I have a cup of tea?

Horse out the tablets Mr Pharmacist

I’ve got a prescription, I’ve got a huge list

Take your time I insist

You’re not too bad an egoist

You know what my bag of tablets consist

Just keep horsing out the tablets Mr Pharmacist

Ship will carry us safe to shore

There are refugee’s travelling from far away

They are escaping war and human conflict

Looking for safety and sanctuary

Ireland is obligated to take some in

There’s plenty of room

It’s the right thing to do

Imagine it was us looking for refuge

What country would you head for?

If Ireland was engulfed in war

You would be looking for a ship to carry you safe to shore

The poems don’t write themselves

They are written by people

On pieces of paper held together with a staple

It’s that simple

Any poem will do

Put on a brew

Go online and buy a canoe

Become a Hindu

Start sniffing glue

Start saying more How-do-you do?

Travel to Kathmandu

Play Peekaboo

Cook a stew

Change shampoo

Have some Tiramisu

Change one negative point of view

Not me, You 

As we all share this planet which is really a type of Zoo

The poems don’t write themselves

It doesn’t need description
For many it was a prescription
An oasis on Harbour Street
An opportunity for friends to meet
Many antique weapons did the walls adorn
But tonight we feel forlorn
And slightly torn
A great man for good advise
A sound man who had time for anyone
Tonight we definitely feel forlorn
As we think and remember Sean

Have 30 or 40 things I should be doing
Can’t do anything
It ain’t glamorous
It ain’t rapturous
It ain’t “I am the Walrus”
All I do is procrastinate
Can’t write, can’t paint, can’t coordinate
Maybe its the medication which I don’t rate
It’s supposed to make me feel great
Maybe i’m the contaminate
All I do is procrastinate
As an artist my job is to illuminate
But this feeling of uselessness is starting to dominate
Hopefully soon they will vaccinate
And this virus they will eliminate
So I can get back and perform
Give the artists back a platform
Many lives this would transform
And as I write this on paper with my biro
I push back this procrastination until tomorrow