POETRY
Free Verse the final frontier?
Part V Dark Energy Strikes Back
Events move on after the rise and demise
of gargantuan black holes, their mortality realised
after trillions of years, just as we do ours,
evaporating into the vastness of space
their final swan songs displayed for any gods left
to bow in admiration in this ever-expanding universe
gathering speed. Only particles, it’s a matter of fact
occupy this absolute frozen zero knocking each other out
In the coldness of space.
Dark energy’s undiluted mass,
expanding forever in untamed, unruly expansion,
becoming weakened may find gravity its nemesis,
crushing it, tearing apart the universe, its empire…
PROSE POETRY
Guest editorial — don’t be afraid it’s not really five mins, it’s 2 1/2
71. Soi Sai Nam.
Worakarn sat on a bench at the north end of the soi, (lane) where she once lived with her family. Like her two brothers, she left to start her own life leaving their parents still living at №71/5 Soi, Sai Nam (lane big tree). Of course, Worakarn still visited when she had time out from her busy life as a restaurant owner on the island of Ko Lanta six hours drive away.
Worakarn found she had all the time in the world to spend with her parents, her small restaurant now closed due to the COVID…
BIO
James G. Brennan
Born in West Bromwich in the West Midlands to Irish parents,
both from big Irish families seen me grow up in a very Irish environment.
Tis where I get my second-generation Irish cheekiness and humour from.
Times were very hard for both parents having to move to England
to find money to support their families as so many Irish found
themselves having to do due to English oppression over the hundreds of years.
This is where I get my rebellious streak from as some may have read in my writings. …
POETRY
In honour of Paper Poetry’s first year
Swallowing gases birthing stars
this gargantuan mouth is open for business,
chewing elements in what looks like an
awful mess within exploding dust clouds
raising temperatures way beyond the chill it burns.
High energy UV radiation photons prizing electrons
from hydrogen reconnecting once ionized
showing off its new wavelength colours
nurturing its stellar nursery riding atop
constellation Monoceros on the unicorn’s broad shoulders.
Once finished feasting the canvas splattered upon,
this interstellar creation gives a Pollock or two
more than a run for their creative money,
after all their paints, brushes, and canvas
would not be theirs to create without a cousin such as…
IRISH LEGENDS
Cethramtu rannaigechta moire — Irish poetry form
King Lú, Queen Medb, warrior Cú Chulainn.
Ireland’s myths
Kings and queens
Warriors
Celtic dreams
God king Lugh
Oaths truth law
Saves Danan
Kills Balor
Queen Maeve strength
Connaught reins
Cooley bull
Was her bain
Ulster’s hound
Cu Chulainn
Champion
All foe’s slain
James G Brennan 2021
Dedicated to: Sylvia Wohlfarth, Orla Kenny, kurt gasbarra, Eli Snow, Kyomi O'Connor
Dr. Amy Pierovich & Patrick M. Ohana (who I can not highlight this time, I’ve tried every which way I bleedin’ well can!) Here’s your answer to Irish form poetry.
King Lugh, (Lu) was a god-king who saved the Tuatha De Dannan, (Danan for short) from his evil…
POETRY
Descort poetry
Chocolate cupcake crumbs
laughing gecko
Pays visits at breakfast
head raised sniffing,
I empty plate crumbs onto the table,
gecko grabs, scarpers with its feed.
Ant in waiting takes a chance
lifting its prize staggering off towards sanctuary’s
table crack
before pissed-off gecko devours them.
Sanctuary reached just barely in the crack
along comes stealth-like ant
pulling on the prize
dragging
cupcake and ant out of sanctuary
the battle for cake begins.
Stealthy ant determined to prise the prize
take what is not his
ignoring smaller pieces on the tabletop
it wants what ant number one has worked for.
The…
POETRY
Free verse tribute
“The heaven is spherical in shape, and moves as a sphere; the earth too is sensibly spherical in shape, when taken as a whole; in position it lies in the middle of the heavens very much like its centre; in size and distance it has the ratio of a point to the sphere of the fixed stars; and it has no motion from place to place” — Claudius Ptolemy
I look up into the clear night sky full of stories and wonder,
grateful am I for your vision giving me along
with others throughout the ages so much to ponder on.
Greek Legends…
POETRY
Free verse
Resonating an infectious style
influencing others minds
philosophy of words your mantra
through pen upon blank white pages
colours of language bring life to space
beckoning ink after all this was made to be filled.
Welcoming words upon its surface
addicted to the flow of the pen
courting stares exuding beauty
within images tattooed upon its skin,
adored by readers enticing readings
over and over, feeding the page
fulfilling its ego willing all to come inside
read and read again until finally satisfied
before offering the next poetry instalment;
once you put out the cigarette.
James G Brennan 2021.
PROSE
A response to summer challenge surfs up
Ten years. Ten years!
No matter what bands I played in during my first 10 years
as a young drummer from eighteen to twenty-eight,
(bar the last one), wanted the Beach Boys drumming spectacular
“Wipe Out!”
Starting off in an alternative band playing our first gig
surfing sonic waves on the back of a trailer in a park
summer of ’84 playing Wipe Out too hard too fast,
forearms burning sweat pouring, feck knows how I got through that one!
Once I started, bands after summer of ’84 expected
Wipe Out and myself to come as a package.
“Yeah man…
