Francis Curran

Francis Curran Poems

• (o) A Chronological Rant On Life
  Go on my love, here he comes, This is it, here he is, Oh my god, things have changed, We've changed.
• (j) The Man Who Thought Too Much
  The man who thought too much, took journeys, His train of thought derailed, Staggered from the mangled bent, Crawled through pitch-black silence,
• (g) Girl In A Photo
  The devil twinkling of an eye, The shape, the look of you, Not being privy to your scent, Sound of your words resound, resonating,
• (n) Lifeblood
  Out at mans feet lays creation, All sorted and shifted, its nature's Ups and downs, indexed dusted: down At mans feet lays himself
• (b) Dylan
  Sometimes the benevolence of the sun sets you free Outside the house to roam within my comfort zone. Your mother doesn't know yet (you know what she's like) And I not far behind in her bothering.
• (k) When No Flicker From A Candle Held...
  When no flicker from a candle held to a mouth, Gone are the days and the night put to sleep, Hushing the muted tongue on death ears, A blink of an eye and the shutters nailed down,
• (c) Dead Horse
  A sore seat's pedal on a sweltering road That only time ever passed through. And us on the banter of flowering girls And the anticipation of a rare dead horse.
• (m) Doktor Spengler Finally Flips
  At the kampfbund deutscher kultur center, Obergruppen neu director, Doktor Helmut Schinkel Sturmban Spengler, Grew an inanimate tree.
• (f) Footprints On The Moon
  We were strapped in tight, in two huge birds. In a dream moon landing trip. All around us things were humming, In our dream moon landing trip.
• You Can Have The Earth (In The Virtual W...
  It challenged with an elbow digging at my ribs And dared if I had what it took to burn Behind the wheels of high-octane super charged imports To climb dig and float, fly-jump over buildings
• There Flies The Wayward Arrow
  There goes a ball on a penalty spot, And with it, dying dreams dashed, and hope hoofed Up over a cross bar; into the juddering arms Of a delirious roar, singing and swaying in praise
• I Miss The Wind Chimes In Your Garden
  Like a hypnotist's spell counting to ten; I was gone for the murmuring of summer’s last breath, And first heard the breeze chime in your garden. To come to you sitting on the tread of a door,
• Gone But Everywhere
  You are The sound of the wind whispering through Stirred trees, An apparition in certain songs,
• (e) You And I In Song
  Play me, go on play me, Play with me, play me baby, Strike a chord and strum me lady, Haven't got it on just lately.