Pat McMahon is 50 years old. He spent 23 yrs in the Irish Defence
Forces, since leaving he has spent the last 10 yrs as a Software Tutor / Safety Instructor. Pat
lives in Castleknock, Dublin West, Ireland. This is his first published work. He enjoys digital
art along with writing.
Another Day Over
Another second in time, Another few emotions to mime,
Another second older, Another winter bolder,
Another hour to the fore, Another bit a bore,
Another hour older, Another Winter the holder,
Another day more brave, Another nearer the grave,
Another day older, Another Winter over,
Another Week spent, Another meek repent,
Another week older, Another winter colder,
Another Year here, Another few gallons of beer,
Another year older, Another Winter a Soldier.
Inner Space
When you feel out of touch,
and the pressure's just too much,
Tear away from the rat race,
Take a trip to inner space,
In the corner of you mind,
Far, far from human kind,
A place always you can claim,
So unique and yet rarely the same,
Wherein exist your own creations,
Castles, kingdoms or even constellations,
Exploring each and every temptation,
Guided only by impulsive imagination,
A trip through Amazonia, a climb in Manchuria,
A swim in Lake Geneva or a flight across the Sahara,
Master of your own destiny,
Your memories the only testimony,
King of your own domain,
With your very own Paladins of Charlemagne.
Dublin Mountains
Seahan and
Corrig stand above, locked in each others embrace,
Amidst mountain mist and haze,
While
Ballymorfin and
Slievenabawnoge sit and stare
in never ending obedience to their masters
And the latent beast,
Knockenavea, observes from the distance,
as the reservoir lies below--like a vast gateway into another world
Performing its sole task,
its purpose, to allow these mighty children of nature
to look and admire of themselves,
for how in heaven or earth could they even fathom their existence
Save for this silvery mirror sprawled across their feet.
