oh ma achin’heart

just a’keeps on goin
a bit like you, you jus keep on goin on
goin’on about your poor broken heart an
your poor ole legs and your dead cold heart.

Mine’s fine
it keeps on goin strong
when the sun falls low behind the yew
and you say sorry sorry sorry

I cried in the peas just earlier
an’ I cried in ma childrens hair
but ma heart keeps a thumpin
an no amount of scrapes an cracks gonna get me

You can go on ya blind date
with that girl in the tiny picture
and you can go knowing that I’m singing still
when my children an I play by the fallen tree

cos we are all tangled together so happy
and if you can’t tangle then be sure you cant tango neither.







(unedited improvisation)


~ by Beeskiffle on November 7, 2008.

8 Responses to “oh ma achin’heart”

  1. Argrg, the commenting Ebby first dilemma. It is unutterably gorgeously wonderful, Ebby. You are the best poet on the planet. I could go on and point at all the things I love about this poem but it would the whole thing deconstructed which is no point because the point is the inexplicable joy that reading your poetry sends through me,

  2. thank you so much
    have you seen the auto-generated links at the bottom?
    you can put it in the Orchid Room if you would like to.

    I’m going through a musical phase of song and voice and it just falls from my my head to the pen and i don’t won’t edit because I choose not to. I wonder what will happen.

    You are so kind to always comment. Thank you, uncle.

  3. Oh you are most welcome. And your Orchid Room poem is perfect too. I have never seen Mamu with such a grin,

  4. I cried in the pees as well, just last night. Nice work.

  5. to tangle or to tango… hmmmm. Dance partners aren’t that hard to come by (with an uh and an uh, and a uh uh uh) but an entanglement of arms and trust are much harder. Liking the strong voice and the melancholy fire burning on. Very much. xxx

  6. very very cool…and the last lines are very warm!

  7. Damn this is incredible. Sorry but sometimes you just have to say damn. It feels like a song, a blues song or something.

  8. WHO ARE YOU???? Where did you come from? I am in love with your poetic voice!

    You’ve got “it.”

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