Salutations of a Bridal Bouquet
© Chris Barry
Dressed in lacey ivory satin
She embellishes a Chapel aisle
Her bouquet reveals her angelic tranquility
As it symbolises her salutations of Life
White roses express her blossoming from girlhood
While daffodils reveal, with you by my side I shall cope
A single azalea dignifies her qualities of womanhood
As snowdrops relate her renewal message of hope
While woodland bluebells hail her humility
Ten red carnations declare, my heart betroths thee
Just as a dozen daisies reflect her innocence and purity
Tender primroses enounce, without thee I can't survive
Twelve red rosebuds personify her mindfulness of loving
While a fragile honeysuckle graces her humanity
Ten forget-me-nots kindle unconditional cherishing
As embracing ferns communicate her sincerity
Their presence illuminates the moment
As the Groom unveils his Bride
Behold, their future reposes before them
The words “I do,” embody the moment as two souls unit
END
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Guidelines for Living a Productive Life
Guidelines for Living a Productive Life
© Chris Barry
Everyone should fall in love at least once in their lifetime for it’s the nearest thing to the mystic magic of the wonders of Life.
When you lose…don’t lose life’s lesson.
Not getting what you want is sometimes a blessing. Often you have to lose to win!
Remember the three basic R’s of living…Respect yourself. Respect others. Responsibility for your actions.
Never lose a great friendship because of an argument.
Discover the contentment in aloneness.
Accept that change happens but never give up your morals and values.
Discover the peace and tranquillity there is to be found in mindfulness.
Live a happy and productive life so in your golden years you can reminisce and relive the memories.
END
© Chris Barry
Everyone should fall in love at least once in their lifetime for it’s the nearest thing to the mystic magic of the wonders of Life.
When you lose…don’t lose life’s lesson.
Not getting what you want is sometimes a blessing. Often you have to lose to win!
Remember the three basic R’s of living…Respect yourself. Respect others. Responsibility for your actions.
Never lose a great friendship because of an argument.
Discover the contentment in aloneness.
Accept that change happens but never give up your morals and values.
Discover the peace and tranquillity there is to be found in mindfulness.
Live a happy and productive life so in your golden years you can reminisce and relive the memories.
END
Saturday, November 28, 2009
The Boys of Barr-na-Sraide
The Boys of Barr-na-Sraide
by Sigerson Clifford.
Oh the town it climbs the mountain and looks upon the sea
At sleeping time or waking time, it's there I'd like to be
To walk again those kindly streets, the place where life began
With those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
With cudgels stout they roamed about to hunt for the dreolin
We searched for birds from every furze from Litir to Dooneen
We danced for joy beneath the sky life held no print or plan
When the boys of Barr na Sraide went hunting for the wren
And when the hills were bleeding and the rifles were aflame
To the rebel hills of Kerry the Saxon strangers came
But the men who dared the Auxies and who fought the Black and Tan
Were those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
But now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way
Deep in the heart of London town or over in Broadway
And I am left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can
Those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
And here's a health to them tonight wherever they may be
By the groves of Carhan river or the slopes of Bi na Ti
John Daly and Batt Andy and the Sheehans, Con and Dan
And the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
When the wheel of life runs out and peace comes over me
Just take me back to that old town between the hills and sea
I'll take my rest in those green fields, the place where life began
With those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
END
by Sigerson Clifford.
Oh the town it climbs the mountain and looks upon the sea
At sleeping time or waking time, it's there I'd like to be
To walk again those kindly streets, the place where life began
With those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
With cudgels stout they roamed about to hunt for the dreolin
We searched for birds from every furze from Litir to Dooneen
We danced for joy beneath the sky life held no print or plan
When the boys of Barr na Sraide went hunting for the wren
And when the hills were bleeding and the rifles were aflame
To the rebel hills of Kerry the Saxon strangers came
But the men who dared the Auxies and who fought the Black and Tan
Were those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
But now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way
Deep in the heart of London town or over in Broadway
And I am left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can
Those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
And here's a health to them tonight wherever they may be
By the groves of Carhan river or the slopes of Bi na Ti
John Daly and Batt Andy and the Sheehans, Con and Dan
And the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
When the wheel of life runs out and peace comes over me
Just take me back to that old town between the hills and sea
I'll take my rest in those green fields, the place where life began
With those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
END
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Life’s Ten Commandments
Life’s Ten Commandments
© Chris Barry
Thou shall not despair. Despair is wasted energy.
Thou shall not indulge in fear. Fear is an illusion of a frightened mind.
Thou shall not dwell in the past for the past is forever gone. The here and now is all-important.
Thou shall face Life’s problems with a step-by-step process. This is the most effect way.
Thou shall not indulge yourself in self-pity. It will eat through the core of your Spirit.
Thou shall not burden yourself down with unmindful people’s problems. They only want you to shoulder them along the pathway of Life for them.
Thou shall be mindful of your life and your blessings.
Thou shall be a good listener. It is in listening we learn from the wisdom of others.
Thou shall remember that ninety-percent of the baggage we carry around with us is of other people’s makings. Release yourself from that baggage and feel the sensation of relief and freedom.
Thou shall not envy the lives of others. You and you alone hold the key and lock to your own happiness.
© Chris Barry
Thou shall not despair. Despair is wasted energy.
Thou shall not indulge in fear. Fear is an illusion of a frightened mind.
Thou shall not dwell in the past for the past is forever gone. The here and now is all-important.
Thou shall face Life’s problems with a step-by-step process. This is the most effect way.
Thou shall not indulge yourself in self-pity. It will eat through the core of your Spirit.
Thou shall not burden yourself down with unmindful people’s problems. They only want you to shoulder them along the pathway of Life for them.
Thou shall be mindful of your life and your blessings.
Thou shall be a good listener. It is in listening we learn from the wisdom of others.
Thou shall remember that ninety-percent of the baggage we carry around with us is of other people’s makings. Release yourself from that baggage and feel the sensation of relief and freedom.
Thou shall not envy the lives of others. You and you alone hold the key and lock to your own happiness.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Reflect for a moment
From our greed and desires come worries.
From worry comes fear.
So if we could allow ourselves to offload our greed and desires…
There’d be no more fear or worry!
From worry comes fear.
So if we could allow ourselves to offload our greed and desires…
There’d be no more fear or worry!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Reflect for a moment
Reflect for a moment!
On your deathbed, it isn’t the number of years you’ve lived that count...but rather how you lived those years that count!
On your deathbed, it isn’t the number of years you’ve lived that count...but rather how you lived those years that count!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Allow yourself
Allow yourself
© Chris Barry
Allow yourself the pleasure
To walk hand-in-hand with your Spirit Guide
Into each day of your life
While enjoying one step at a time
Accompanied by your Guardian Angels
And you will never walk alone.
© Chris Barry
Allow yourself the pleasure
To walk hand-in-hand with your Spirit Guide
Into each day of your life
While enjoying one step at a time
Accompanied by your Guardian Angels
And you will never walk alone.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Reflections
Reflections
© Chris Barry
I myself have not aged….
My body evolved with the passing of time
Each wrinkle a progression
Each line an expression
Revealing rewards for challenging times
Pacing steps now slow with a backbone humped low
Huddled in a wool spun coat delighting in a rainbow
Allowing my Spirit to revisit childhood dreams
As an old park bench becomes my safe haven
Daily befriended by an inquisitive black raven
The seasons now pass
As I glimpse of rainy days through glass
Each day rests with a night’s prayer
Aware of eyes looking on with a pitiful glance
While my thoughts mingle in another one of life’s dance
My Life betroth by quality
My heart reveals humility
Lead by thoughts of spirituality
All gracefully blessed with nobility
While my Spirit energizes youth internally
END
© Chris Barry
I myself have not aged….
My body evolved with the passing of time
Each wrinkle a progression
Each line an expression
Revealing rewards for challenging times
Pacing steps now slow with a backbone humped low
Huddled in a wool spun coat delighting in a rainbow
Allowing my Spirit to revisit childhood dreams
As an old park bench becomes my safe haven
Daily befriended by an inquisitive black raven
The seasons now pass
As I glimpse of rainy days through glass
Each day rests with a night’s prayer
Aware of eyes looking on with a pitiful glance
While my thoughts mingle in another one of life’s dance
My Life betroth by quality
My heart reveals humility
Lead by thoughts of spirituality
All gracefully blessed with nobility
While my Spirit energizes youth internally
END
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Ghost of the Past
Ghost of the Past
© Chris Barry
While the Living sleep, the Dead awake
Translucent whispers through timeless paths
Arising from tombs of restless wrath
Smudging memories from weathered epitaphs
Jaunting glimpses of troubled days
Revisiting lessons of grieved pasts
Seeking enlightenment to wandering ways
Aimless searching ever lasts
Dead do waft through darkened night
At morn the sun gives brightened day
Time ticks by, as stars give light
The troubled Dead, rest, will nay!
END
© Chris Barry
While the Living sleep, the Dead awake
Translucent whispers through timeless paths
Arising from tombs of restless wrath
Smudging memories from weathered epitaphs
Jaunting glimpses of troubled days
Revisiting lessons of grieved pasts
Seeking enlightenment to wandering ways
Aimless searching ever lasts
Dead do waft through darkened night
At morn the sun gives brightened day
Time ticks by, as stars give light
The troubled Dead, rest, will nay!
END
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Guide to Living
Guide to living
© Chris Barry
Awaken to the vitality of mindfulness
Be grateful for what you’ve got
Never postpone a good deed
Forgive and let go
Smile when you’re sad
Use your God-given blessings
Accept Life’s challenges with open arms
Recognise and learn from your mistakes
Enjoy your tears as much as your laughter
Appreciate your connection with the universe
Life’s stream of conscience bonds us as one
Live for today for there maybe no tomorrow
Experience life, love Life for Life goes on!
© Chris Barry
Awaken to the vitality of mindfulness
Be grateful for what you’ve got
Never postpone a good deed
Forgive and let go
Smile when you’re sad
Use your God-given blessings
Accept Life’s challenges with open arms
Recognise and learn from your mistakes
Enjoy your tears as much as your laughter
Appreciate your connection with the universe
Life’s stream of conscience bonds us as one
Live for today for there maybe no tomorrow
Experience life, love Life for Life goes on!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Money
Money
It’ll buy you a grand big house but never a home
It’ll buy you a fancy bed but never a peaceful night’s sleep
It’ll buy you sex but not true love
It’ll buy you status but certainly not respect
It’ll give you wealth but not happiness
Money is only relevant to the lifestyle you choose to live
On your deathbed you ache not for money but contentment
So why, throughout your life do you worship it so
Put it back in its rightful place
Manage it but never allow it to control you!
It’ll buy you a grand big house but never a home
It’ll buy you a fancy bed but never a peaceful night’s sleep
It’ll buy you sex but not true love
It’ll buy you status but certainly not respect
It’ll give you wealth but not happiness
Money is only relevant to the lifestyle you choose to live
On your deathbed you ache not for money but contentment
So why, throughout your life do you worship it so
Put it back in its rightful place
Manage it but never allow it to control you!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
In Memory of Dad
In Memory of Dad
© Chris Barry
You will never fade from our memories
You will be with us through night and day
You will be heard in the blackbird’s melodies
And in the chirping of the Jay
You will be remembered in our tales of old
You will be the teardrop that arises from our cries of woe
You will be the music to our laughter
And the strength that will help us grow
Oh no, you have not vanished from our lives
For you will be the buttercup that embeds our meadow’s hay
You will be sitting on the fireside hob
Accompanying us in the evening as we pray.
You will be heard in the grandfather clock
Ticking time away
You will be the sun that awakens us at dawn
And the night sky that curtains off the day
So how can we say good-bye and share tears of farewell
From if Faith is true to its word, you’re not gone far.
For your graceful loving Spirit will always live on
As we sip our energy from life’s filled jar…
THE END
© Chris Barry
You will never fade from our memories
You will be with us through night and day
You will be heard in the blackbird’s melodies
And in the chirping of the Jay
You will be remembered in our tales of old
You will be the teardrop that arises from our cries of woe
You will be the music to our laughter
And the strength that will help us grow
Oh no, you have not vanished from our lives
For you will be the buttercup that embeds our meadow’s hay
You will be sitting on the fireside hob
Accompanying us in the evening as we pray.
You will be heard in the grandfather clock
Ticking time away
You will be the sun that awakens us at dawn
And the night sky that curtains off the day
So how can we say good-bye and share tears of farewell
From if Faith is true to its word, you’re not gone far.
For your graceful loving Spirit will always live on
As we sip our energy from life’s filled jar…
THE END
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Innocence
Innocence
© Chris Barry
Your birth so stormy but delicate
Wilful cries expressing your joy
Your features so different yet beautiful
You are our little Down syndrome boy
Your innocence so special and clear
Embedding simplicity so wise and true
Receiving messages of love smiling through
Your little slanting eyes so blue
A child of this world you choose to became
Bringing change to all our lives
Each moment you live without a care
Knowing, it’s your love that energises our joys
A new pathway in life you have shown us
While you enlighten us to the errors of our ways
It’s the grace of your innocence that guides us
While our unconditional love embraces your days
END
© Chris Barry
Your birth so stormy but delicate
Wilful cries expressing your joy
Your features so different yet beautiful
You are our little Down syndrome boy
Your innocence so special and clear
Embedding simplicity so wise and true
Receiving messages of love smiling through
Your little slanting eyes so blue
A child of this world you choose to became
Bringing change to all our lives
Each moment you live without a care
Knowing, it’s your love that energises our joys
A new pathway in life you have shown us
While you enlighten us to the errors of our ways
It’s the grace of your innocence that guides us
While our unconditional love embraces your days
END
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wonder Why
Wonder Why
© Chris Barry
Have you ever wished upon a rainbow?
While allowing you imagination to flow
For your imagination energizes your creativity
Which encourages your inner child to grow
Have you ever wished upon a falling star?
While the night sky curtains off the day
Have you ever smiled at the wonders of life?
As a child kneels down to pray
Have you ever touched a snowflake still afloat?
And wondered at the magic of it all
Or watched a butterfly sit so still
While we, life’s passengers daily rush by
Have you ever wondered at the beauty of a web?
Catching the morning sun flickering through
Do you ever wonder why the swallows return?
Or why a crowing cock mystifies the noon
Did you ever wonder why Mother Nature cares?
Winter Summer Autumn or Spring
Whether you stop or simply refuse to stare
She’ll continue to cherish and look after her kin
END
© Chris Barry
Have you ever wished upon a rainbow?
While allowing you imagination to flow
For your imagination energizes your creativity
Which encourages your inner child to grow
Have you ever wished upon a falling star?
While the night sky curtains off the day
Have you ever smiled at the wonders of life?
As a child kneels down to pray
Have you ever touched a snowflake still afloat?
And wondered at the magic of it all
Or watched a butterfly sit so still
While we, life’s passengers daily rush by
Have you ever wondered at the beauty of a web?
Catching the morning sun flickering through
Do you ever wonder why the swallows return?
Or why a crowing cock mystifies the noon
Did you ever wonder why Mother Nature cares?
Winter Summer Autumn or Spring
Whether you stop or simply refuse to stare
She’ll continue to cherish and look after her kin
END
Thursday, September 24, 2009
A Prayer for an Expectant Mum
A Prayer for an Expectant Mum
© Chris Barry
God grant me stamina, courage and strength
While abiding and seeing my labour through
And bless the joy these pains will bring
When this little human life blossoms through
Guide me through my mothering instinct
When I listen to the cries of joy and woe
And lead us through the pathway of life
That will allow our love to flourish and grow
END
© Chris Barry
God grant me stamina, courage and strength
While abiding and seeing my labour through
And bless the joy these pains will bring
When this little human life blossoms through
Guide me through my mothering instinct
When I listen to the cries of joy and woe
And lead us through the pathway of life
That will allow our love to flourish and grow
END
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Dearest God
Dearest God
© Chris Barry
Within my humble slumber
As I roam the stairways of my destiny
I meekly whisper
Dearest God, I love thee
Within my mindless actions
As I offend thee through my daily tire
I humbly request
Dearest God, forgiveness, I beg of Thee
Within my enlightened moments
As my soul radiates eternal joy
My heart cries out
Dearest God, I’ll always follow Thee
END
© Chris Barry
Within my humble slumber
As I roam the stairways of my destiny
I meekly whisper
Dearest God, I love thee
Within my mindless actions
As I offend thee through my daily tire
I humbly request
Dearest God, forgiveness, I beg of Thee
Within my enlightened moments
As my soul radiates eternal joy
My heart cries out
Dearest God, I’ll always follow Thee
END
Saturday, September 19, 2009
A Mothering Womb
A Mothering Womb
© Chris Barry
From the castle to the hovel
Nestling in an umbilical marvel
Awaiting in a mothering womb
All natal miracles bloom
While cradled in Life’s fountain
Helpless restless Spirits enchain
Fragile breaths kindled by Heavenly embraces
Miraculously rain-bowed in Divine graces
Motherhood hails the ecstasy of humanity
While innocence seeks out zestful amity
Life's budding mysteries zoom
Embryos nestling in a mothering womb
Havocked in a mothering womb
Swaddled in blesseth warmth caress
Released by the triumph of birth
All divine fragile Spirits emerge
END
© Chris Barry
From the castle to the hovel
Nestling in an umbilical marvel
Awaiting in a mothering womb
All natal miracles bloom
While cradled in Life’s fountain
Helpless restless Spirits enchain
Fragile breaths kindled by Heavenly embraces
Miraculously rain-bowed in Divine graces
Motherhood hails the ecstasy of humanity
While innocence seeks out zestful amity
Life's budding mysteries zoom
Embryos nestling in a mothering womb
Havocked in a mothering womb
Swaddled in blesseth warmth caress
Released by the triumph of birth
All divine fragile Spirits emerge
END
Friday, September 18, 2009
Life is....
Life is….
© Chris Barry
Life is living. Live it
Life is love. Love it
Life is a gift. Accept it
Life is a tear. Cry it
Life is a voyage. Sail it
Life is creativity. Create it
Life is spiritual. Reflect it
Life is knowledge. Learn it
Life is a miracle. Treasure it
Life is a destination. Reach it
Life is challenging. Challenge it
Life is a playground. Enjoy it
Life is a blessing. Cherish it
Life is humanity. Embrace it
Life is fragile. Nurture it
Life is nature. Respect it
Life is a melody. Sing it
Life is Life
END
© Chris Barry
Life is living. Live it
Life is love. Love it
Life is a gift. Accept it
Life is a tear. Cry it
Life is a voyage. Sail it
Life is creativity. Create it
Life is spiritual. Reflect it
Life is knowledge. Learn it
Life is a miracle. Treasure it
Life is a destination. Reach it
Life is challenging. Challenge it
Life is a playground. Enjoy it
Life is a blessing. Cherish it
Life is humanity. Embrace it
Life is fragile. Nurture it
Life is nature. Respect it
Life is a melody. Sing it
Life is Life
END
Thursday, September 17, 2009
What makes a House a Home
What makes a House a Home
© Chris Barry
It’s not the fancy mirror on the wall
Nor the candelabra in the hall
But the loving arms that are always there
Whether you want to share a joy or shed a tear
That’s what makes a house a home
It’s not the glowing car in the garage
Or any other fancy carriage
But knowing someone is waiting for thee
Happy to transform your worries into glee
That’s what makes a house a home
You may wish for riches and seek out wealth
That doesn’t guarantee happiness or fair health
But knowing there’s always a welcome and a bed
To lay down and rest your tired weary head
That’s what makes a house a home!
END
© Chris Barry
It’s not the fancy mirror on the wall
Nor the candelabra in the hall
But the loving arms that are always there
Whether you want to share a joy or shed a tear
That’s what makes a house a home
It’s not the glowing car in the garage
Or any other fancy carriage
But knowing someone is waiting for thee
Happy to transform your worries into glee
That’s what makes a house a home
You may wish for riches and seek out wealth
That doesn’t guarantee happiness or fair health
But knowing there’s always a welcome and a bed
To lay down and rest your tired weary head
That’s what makes a house a home!
END
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The Water’s Edge
The Water’s Edge
© Chris Barry
Come forth to the water’s edge
And let its magic impregnate your troubled soul
Go hither and thither along the strand
Leaving the mark by your footprints as you stroll
There’s peace to be found by the water’s edge
When you allow the contentment of the moment to fill your soul
But it’s not until you’re at peace with yourself
That you’ll find inner contentment where ever you go.
END
© Chris Barry
Come forth to the water’s edge
And let its magic impregnate your troubled soul
Go hither and thither along the strand
Leaving the mark by your footprints as you stroll
There’s peace to be found by the water’s edge
When you allow the contentment of the moment to fill your soul
But it’s not until you’re at peace with yourself
That you’ll find inner contentment where ever you go.
END
Sunday, September 6, 2009
The Rose
The Rose
© Chris Barry
The essences of life is reflected within a Rose
Each petal reveals a year of life just lived
Its bud reflects a woman’s womb
Embracing a miracle of life within
Its various colours resemble the Human Race
Each graced with a beauty of its own
Its tender scent enlightens our senses
To the uniqueness of Humanity alone
The leaves are the friends that care
Protecting us from stormy times
The thorns are there to remind us
Of challenges we encounter as life unfolds
The stem resembles the pathway of Life
We’re destined to take on route to Eternity
While the roots reflect our inner strength
Arising from our glowing Spirituality
END
© Chris Barry
The essences of life is reflected within a Rose
Each petal reveals a year of life just lived
Its bud reflects a woman’s womb
Embracing a miracle of life within
Its various colours resemble the Human Race
Each graced with a beauty of its own
Its tender scent enlightens our senses
To the uniqueness of Humanity alone
The leaves are the friends that care
Protecting us from stormy times
The thorns are there to remind us
Of challenges we encounter as life unfolds
The stem resembles the pathway of Life
We’re destined to take on route to Eternity
While the roots reflect our inner strength
Arising from our glowing Spirituality
END
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Ode To My Babe
Ode to my Babe
© Chris Barry
With arms cuddled in a cradling fold
Eternally craving your babbling voice
Blesseth was I to bosom your warmth
Embracing your Being, how I rejoice
In sprouting Spring you were a mystery
In sun-gazed Summer your presence did shine
In amber Autumn, I hushed your infancy cries
In wintry Winter your Spirit fled mine
Angels ushered your Spirit home
Breathless presence in a swathe unfold
Death impoverished my dreams of thee
Whilst grief blotted out your epithet untold
Bewilderment bequeathed by Spiritual departure
Watching nocturnal creatures vacillate in flight
Whence infancy silence shadows my Being
I thirst immortality belief to illuminate night
END
© Chris Barry
With arms cuddled in a cradling fold
Eternally craving your babbling voice
Blesseth was I to bosom your warmth
Embracing your Being, how I rejoice
In sprouting Spring you were a mystery
In sun-gazed Summer your presence did shine
In amber Autumn, I hushed your infancy cries
In wintry Winter your Spirit fled mine
Angels ushered your Spirit home
Breathless presence in a swathe unfold
Death impoverished my dreams of thee
Whilst grief blotted out your epithet untold
Bewilderment bequeathed by Spiritual departure
Watching nocturnal creatures vacillate in flight
Whence infancy silence shadows my Being
I thirst immortality belief to illuminate night
END
A Life’s Stolen Treasure
A Life’s Stolen Treasure
© Chris Barry
The Month was November, the Year 1949
In a grey yard huddled many boys,
Heads held low from fear and inner misery.
Amongst them I hunched found guilty of a crime,
No Ma nor Da to love or care for me.
It was there I became a number and soon learned to run to the call,
Slowly my birth name was allowed to become
A fading memory on a courtroom wall!
Reading and writing I did quite well.
But why had each day to be a living hell?
I felt so undignified with my clothes held low,
As that Leather Strap gradually grounded me to the floor.
I cried out in silence, ‘Please God, don’t let the tears flow.’
But my encouraging Spirit responded
‘Hang in there lad, you’ve the willpower to endure a lot more.’
That harsh voice still sends quivering shivers up alone my spine
As I recall him count the lashes right up to nine!
Each night I prayed,
Why God why me?
I’ve tried so hard to please Thee,
I’ve learned to learn well
Even endure the duties of a man.
Tonight please God, don’t let it be Me!
As I prayed with hands clasped tight
Is it too much tonight to let me lie low?
When that Handle turns on that Great Door!
With sprat like muscles so weak
Can I really endure much more!
At the age of sixteen
They claimed I was free.
Saying, ‘they’ve no further use of me.’
Free to roam and search the world
Looking for ways to become a man.
Struggling to recover my lost identity!
Dear God, I’ve one last request
Please be my Guide and stay close by my side,
For the only crime I was found guilty of,
Is that I had nobody to love me when I was a child!
How could it have happened? I hear people say,
Little kids marked by the crimes of heartless men!
Where were the Good Ones when those kids cried out!
But were there really any Good Ones I still try to puzzle out?
For each and everyone of them just stood by,
Hearing and listening to the echoes of our screams and cries!
Years later I heard I was labelled one of the ‘Specials’
A stamp that embodied me with their mystic satanic rituals!
Enforcing me to abide by my measure,
As they engulfed themselves in their bodily pleasures!
Haunting memories of bread and dripping
Still engraved in my gut!
As I live my life reclaiming A Life’s Stolen Treasure…
My childhood dignity.
END
© Chris Barry
The Month was November, the Year 1949
In a grey yard huddled many boys,
Heads held low from fear and inner misery.
Amongst them I hunched found guilty of a crime,
No Ma nor Da to love or care for me.
It was there I became a number and soon learned to run to the call,
Slowly my birth name was allowed to become
A fading memory on a courtroom wall!
Reading and writing I did quite well.
But why had each day to be a living hell?
I felt so undignified with my clothes held low,
As that Leather Strap gradually grounded me to the floor.
I cried out in silence, ‘Please God, don’t let the tears flow.’
But my encouraging Spirit responded
‘Hang in there lad, you’ve the willpower to endure a lot more.’
That harsh voice still sends quivering shivers up alone my spine
As I recall him count the lashes right up to nine!
Each night I prayed,
Why God why me?
I’ve tried so hard to please Thee,
I’ve learned to learn well
Even endure the duties of a man.
Tonight please God, don’t let it be Me!
As I prayed with hands clasped tight
Is it too much tonight to let me lie low?
When that Handle turns on that Great Door!
With sprat like muscles so weak
Can I really endure much more!
At the age of sixteen
They claimed I was free.
Saying, ‘they’ve no further use of me.’
Free to roam and search the world
Looking for ways to become a man.
Struggling to recover my lost identity!
Dear God, I’ve one last request
Please be my Guide and stay close by my side,
For the only crime I was found guilty of,
Is that I had nobody to love me when I was a child!
How could it have happened? I hear people say,
Little kids marked by the crimes of heartless men!
Where were the Good Ones when those kids cried out!
But were there really any Good Ones I still try to puzzle out?
For each and everyone of them just stood by,
Hearing and listening to the echoes of our screams and cries!
Years later I heard I was labelled one of the ‘Specials’
A stamp that embodied me with their mystic satanic rituals!
Enforcing me to abide by my measure,
As they engulfed themselves in their bodily pleasures!
Haunting memories of bread and dripping
Still engraved in my gut!
As I live my life reclaiming A Life’s Stolen Treasure…
My childhood dignity.
END
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