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They might pity me
but
for one Euro
I bought a house
in Italy.
and
whee
full of glee
I shall
emigrate
integrate
and
learn the lingo
eat pasta
ride a Lambretta
sit in a Gondola
and drink
Limoncello

and then I'll wake up.
Life is a series
Of moments
Some sweet as sugar
Some bitter as vinegar

Life is a series of memories
Stretching through years
As time goes on
Some fade
Others become brighter

Life is a series of emotions
Some light and lovely
Some full of happiness
And love
Others
Full of sadness

It’s up to us to treasure
The sweet of life
And see each moment
As a precious jewel
That’s what brings light
Into our lives
Light up the world
 May 21 Bardo
Donall Dempsey
THE CAT'S COMMUNION  

oh my head
splits open..spills
my memories on the floor

all these
little Donalls
running here and there

curiously
mostly me
at age 7

making my Holy Communion
and just taking
the Host upon my tongue

when Charles
our champion mouser
pounces upon my little self

at this very
holy moment
"Holy Mother of God!"

now our cat
who is normally
a nice chap

swallows me
down in one
big gulp

I wonder if this
constitutes a cat's
Holy Communion

but I am sicked up
slimy as slimy can be
a slicked fur ball

after that
all the many memories
I am

manage to somehow
pull themselves together
make it back into my head

well I wasn't
going to do that again
in a hurry

the cat eyes me
nervously now
looking very very holy

as if a Voice from
up above declaims
"This is my beloved

cat in whom I am
well pleased
...feed ye him!"
My grandson will be eighteen this July,
He shares a birthday with Mr.Nelson Mandela on the 18th,
He asked me,"Dadi(granny) what is the difference between you and me
My Love, you are the sunrise,
You have to shine  brightly a long  way,
Giving your best to life,
Whilst I am the sunset
Retired,
Both beautiful and unique  in our own ways.
21/5/2025
 May 20 Bardo
Nicole
Write it down now or else
It will never be the same
Put it down now before
Another one comes up
Secure it somewhere
So it won't come back
To haunt you in every
Thought that circles
A poem for the ghosts that could’ve been poems
 May 19 Bardo
Rose
I Will Wait
 May 19 Bardo
Rose
if roots can wait,
beneath the earth,
for a rain they cannot live without.

and if the stars wait,
lingering in dusk,
just to see the moon once more.

then i,
full of burning ache,
can wait too.

I will wait for you.
I'd wait for him in every lifetime
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