Thank you very much to Editor Amos Greig of A New Ulster for publishing my two poems.


https://issuu.com/amosgreig/docs/anewulster74

The Size of Your Ride

As you travel atop this great spinning orb,

Never be afraid to adjust the size of your ride:

Life constricts or stretches according to the degree of your courage.

Friendships and families may alter their structures.

Remember, for every recoil the world is made more narrow

And every brave deed grows the scope of your existence.

Friendships and families may alter their structures.

Choking back the extent you may wonder or dream will damage

And every brave deed grows the scope of your existence.

Do not be the one to object to the noise of life.

Choking back the extent you may wonder or dream will damage.

Ride the ride for all it is worth and let go of the handrails.

Do not be the one to object to the noise of life.

Meekness should not be the constant tick of your time.

Ride the ride for all it is worth and let go of the handrails.

Remember, for every recoil the world is made more narrow.

Meekness should not be the constant tick of your time.

Life constricts or stretches according to the degree of your courage.

Buried Treasure

Donating those precious gems

and capturing bodily mementos,

otherwise brought to an end,

will be treasure I will gladly share.

Why should my heart be still?    

Why should my eyes no longer see?

Much of me will be absent,

while sad murmuring music

is played in requiem,

for what is considered the due solemnity

of the occasion.

Meanwhile, someone will be able to continue

much of my physical history

and the wonder of my design will not be wasted.

So, do not bury me with such great riches.

Just as ancestors bequeath that of most value,

so will I pass on my fortunes

and know I have improved another’s life.