scatteredthoughts2:

Aces and eights.

Go ahead and deal,

but I don’t want the dead man’s hand,

Aces and eights could win the game,

then leave me lost in a Daemon’s land.

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Place your soul upon the table,

Try to win a pot of gold,

Try and bluff them if you’re able,

Stay in the game and do not fold.

——————–

Whisky fumes and pungent smoke,

Cloud up the room and makes you cry,

You draw a card and you almost choke,

You’ve filled a straight and it’s aces high.

———————–

With a leering sneer you show your straight,

You reach across to claim your prize,

But a snarling voice tells you to wait;

Two knaves and three sixes are before your eyes.

———————–

All is lost, the dealings done,

You pick up your hat and walk away,

You have lost it all, your soul is gone,

The Daemon’s hand has won the day.

———————–

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

Whispered Leaving.

I could feel the silence of the night,
yet I knew that you were near,
I could see the shimmering, hazy past,
and the visions calmed my fear.

I could sense unrest inside your mind,
yet your eyes were cool and calm,
I could feel the longing in your heart,
yet your sighs were soothing balm.

You called for me to come to you,
and you gently hugged my waist,
You kissed away my salty tears,
and your passing I could taste.

And now the dawn is breaking soft,
and your wings are spread for flight,
A whispered leaving, a cooling breeze,
and you shimmer out of sight.

Ambrose Ni HAirt
Scattered Thoughts

I have lots of catching up to do. I look forward to calling in on all my tumblr friends over the next few days. Thank you for your patience and your loyalty. Ambrose.

A Dreamy  Land.

I like to watch you sleeping,
and I wonder where you are,
and the rhythm of your breathing,
is the pulsing of a star.

I see your eyes are roaming,
in the land in which you dream,
this world you are exploring,
and the magic you have seen.

I know you have a lover,
in a distant, dreamy land,
for I feel your heart a flutter,
when he takes you by the hand.

These dreams are yours to keep,
they are not for me to see,
and when you wake from sleep,
you will be here with me. 

Ambrose Ni HAirt
Scattered Thoughts

scatteredthoughts2:

……soon……

Soon it will be over,

and you won’t touch me anymore,

for everytime you touch me,

you leave me feeling sore.

———————-

Soon the night will fall,

and you won’t see me e'er again,

for everytime you see me,

you fill my world with pain.

———————–

Soon there will be silence,

and you won’t hear the words I say,

for everytime I talk with you,

I make you go away.

———————-

Soon I will no more exist;

a breeze upon the moon,

soon I will be gone away,

I will be going…

soon.

———————-

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

scatteredthoughts2:

The Silent Land.

———————–

The fog,

like a dirty, grey blanket,

has cloaked the silent land.

And odd slits of visibility,

shifting shadows of murky light,

reveal what is at hand.

———————

Ghostly shapes,

have gathered round,

a gaping heap of fresh dug clay.

Mounds of blackened earth,

waiting to be shifted,

at the break of day.

———————-

The creaking

of the coffin lid,

the rising of it’s host.

And fleshless hands

to help it out;

to join the other ghosts.

———————

Such joyous scenes,

among the dead,

in a setting, so serene.

Another ghost,

to join their ranks,

in time for Halloween.

———————

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

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scatteredthoughts2:

Wounded.

I’m a little wounded now,

and there is nothing I can say,

So I’ll just gather up some stuff,

and I’ll be on my way.

———————-

I’m not sure where I stand right now,

and to speak my thoughts would not be wise,

T'is best to let the silence grow,

and not mention words of sad goodbyes.

———————-

Maybe we could meet tomorrow;

you can bring those shirts that are hanging there,

Things might look so different then,

and both our minds will be fresh and clear.

———————–

I am going now, I will see you soon,

I hope we get to talk things through,

We’ve had happy times behind these doors,

and precious nights,just me and you.

———————-

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

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The Tears of a ( broken ) Clown.

An ice cold rain is pouring down,
as I cry the tears of a broken clown;
standing ‘neath a dripping tree.
I can see the lights of your comfy rooms,
and shadows passing by curtained blooms,
and I think aloud “ that could be me “.

I remember  now those nights of song,
in smokey bars, I did not belong,
while you were waiting for me at home.
It was all such fun, just all us guys,
I was so good at telling lies,
and when you called, I turned off my phone. 

How fast it spiraled out of control;
the more I lied, I made deeper the hole,
and soon I lost what was yours and mine.
Our home, our car, my job went too,
until at last there was only you,
but you’d had enough, you had done your time.

I had some friends who stayed a while,
but with no cash, I cramped their style,
and now they passed me on the street.
Some owed me cash from days gone by,
but of open wallets, they were all shy,
and they looked away, when e’er we’d meet.

Your laughter carries down to me,
as I shiver ‘neath the dripping tree,
and I shamble off into the night.
I must find some place to rest my head,
and I wish to god that I was dead;
I wish the ending, was in sight.
 
Ambrose Ni HAirt
Scattered Thoughts

scatteredthoughts2:

Beyond Repair.

———————-

Picking up the pieces,

and moving on from here,

So many pieces to pick up,

so many pieces beyond repair.

———————

The promises we have broken,

lie shattered all around,

And the loving words we’ve spoken,

are now music without sound.

———————-

We would need a thousand cases,

to hold all our treasured thoughts,

And a thousand battered holdalls,

To hold all the time we’ve lost.

———————-

So the end has come at last;

though it finished long ago,

We just hung on to the past;

we were afraid to let it go.

———————–

Hopefully it is not too late,

and we can find new love out there,

Who knows what living lies in wait,

maybe all is not, beyond repair.

———————–

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

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rhymingtherapy:

Superstition

Are you superstitious, or do you

Like to to sleep on the 13th floor?

Do you leave umbrellas up inside, or

Hold seances in the house next door?

.

Do you walk by a wishing well,

Or make a wish, you dare not tell?

The wish you make, is just for you,

And if revealed, will not come true.

.

If you’re not superstitious,

Then I’ve no time for you.

I need a friend who likes to scream,

When I jump out yelling “BOO”.

.

Superstition is my middle name,

As a child it started as a game,

Jumping cracks on a broken path,

And throwing salt behind my back.

.

Have you ever had a lucid dream

That ended up coming true?

Or perhaps a nightmare come to life,

That scared the life out of you.

.

In our beds at night we cringed in fear,

‘lest the headless man was drawing near,

And down the road, in storm and gale,

We could hear the Banshees haunting wail.

.

I can’t stop writing about ghosts & goblins,

Witches, werewolves & the rest,

Maybe it’s the company I’m keeping

Or perhaps my pen’s possessed.

.

Rhymingtherapy & Ambrose Harte ~ October 2018

A collaboration between myself and the very talented @ambroseharte

His words in bold.

scatteredthoughts2:

Sharing.

If I paused to think about you,

For one moment of the day,

Then that moment would be endless,

And the world would fade away.

———————

If I asked you out to dance with me;

The musicians I would bribe,

And I would feel your heart beat next to mine,

As across the floor we glide.

———————-

If I asked you out to walk with me,

It would be on an autumn day,

And the wind would whisper through the trees,

Saying all I wished to say.

————————-

If I asked you to come home with me,

I would want you to move in,

For my home I’d want to share with you,

And not see you leave again.

————————

If I could only hold you close,

In the silence of the night,

And whisper how I love you so,

Then the world be all right.

————————

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

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scatteredthoughts2:

Eternity.

———————-

What is time when you doth dream,

Where no one can hear, your nightmare’s scream,

You are living in a timeless world,

Where no ticking clock is ever heard.

———————-

When you are in a dreamless sleep,

There is no timekeeper, for time to keep,

When you lie so still, and your skin turns blue,

You are in eternity, and eternity’s in you.

——————–

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

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scatteredthoughts2:

The Leaf.

While walking down the lane today,

A rusty coloured leaf, landed on my head.

I was going to brush it off,

But I waited for a moment, and let the wind do that instead.

———————

T'was a blustery kind of day,

And the wind was gathering up the leaves,

and piling them into a heap.

The temptation was too great,

And I looked in both directions,

before taking a great leap.

———————–

I landed in the middle,

And for just the briefest moment,

I was a kid once more.

I stood up and brushed the leaves away;

And that not a one had seen me,

I was feeling fairly sure.

————————

But through a hedge,

two pairs of eyes,

Were watching me and grinning.

A mother and her little child,

Had seen me in the leaves,

and turning round and spinning.

———————-

But in the mother’s eyes, there was a knowing smile,

I could see she understood.

So I smiled back at her,

And I quickly walked away,

With all the dignity that I could.

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Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.

scatteredthoughts2:

Is there anybody there?

Hello!

Is there anybody there?

I know you’re trying to frighten me,

But I am not quick to scare. ——————–

Show yourself!

I know who you are!

I know you’ve been put up to this;

Now this joke has gone too far.

———————-

Where the hell’s the light switch?

It is much too dark to see!

And you’ll be sorry when I find you;

You’ll regret you taunted me.

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Ouch! I have banged my leg!

But at least I’ve found the door!

And as soon as I get out of here,

You’ll be sorry; that’s for sure.

———————–

But the door,it will not open,

Now I hear you talk outside;

And if that is you out there,

Then who is breathing by my side?

———————-

Ambrose Ni HAirt

Scattered Thoughts 2.