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Live Encounters Poetry & Writing January 2023
Tomorrow Never Promised, poems by Patricia Walsh.
Tomorrow Never Promised
Strange things to say, wonderment complete.
Regulation in order, batting for the other side
Watching the hand-held in familiar time
The public dissection seizes it’s domain
Watching by idiocy, God’s greenest pasture.
The rubbished aspiration in its own good time,
Perfected at a distance such gone before,
Running past the perks, whatever about work
Sky-based castles now a proper order
Clogged memory, the speech falters on
Gone by midnight, some witching hour
This exhausted list couldn’t care less
The academic affliction bides it’s time
Limitations by form escaping God.
The size of infinity attenuation to manageably
Rite of the clean story pamphlets to size
Call of going back to work apposite to smoke
The commentator crying where reference abides.
The dissented self, needed protection
Measuring the breaks in a local swing,
Hazarding guesses due to alternate names
A timely headache, no woman evident
Leaving the blank city in outer space.
Somewhat Refreshed
Euhemerism after a fashion, sincere,
The risible station wrapped around song,
The median too scorched to desist,
Hated for what it is remains cubic.
This overdue satire bundles its prediction
Expense one after the other falls long
The mask of authority waits on its speed
The crossover sarcasm wasting love.
This remains so, the better hover hours
Sinking one alcohol after bad a given,
Telling to strip gets worse with repetition
Driving to destinations still uninvited.
Painting the coloured walls gladly,
The embarrassed failure won’t rush itself
Nor budge, constant beating to type
The easier time frame floods the same.
Knowing who is on the block singing true
Expertise, to be sure, exacting profit,
Proof of purchase desists from this day
Waking up to a lively glory exacted soon.
All suitors look the same, seed or otherwise
Carefully driven, the accidental scribe,
Apposit publications sing a common purpose
Marrying for preference is not a bad idea.
© Patricia Walsh
Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland. To date, she has published one novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010. She has since been published in a variety of print and online journals across Ireland, The UK, USA, and Canada. She has also published another novel, In The Days of Ford Cortina, in August 2021.