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Rome, 9th May 2008

Shane — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 09:13:29 +0000

In lands where history was born –
So to a future, for you both.
Where buildings stand, as we with awe –
So to foundations of your world.
Where rolling hills embrace this time –
So to do we embrace your souls.
May God look down and bless your love –
As we our friendship for you both.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 16th May 2008

Something Special In This Night

Shane — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 12:37:56 +0000

Starry, dancing, flickers so,
with gaping mouths in awe below.

Something special in this night,
as man made wonders take to flight.

Legs lie hanging from the pier,
clambering shoulders to get near.

Thousand quite as a mouse,
erupt beneath the old lighthouse.

Darkness shadowed in such light,
the stars they sing as they take flight.

How it never seems to end,
and what a way to make amends.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 27th August 2010

The Duck Race

Shane — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 10:43:40 +0000

Off to the bridge as they splash and they bob,
Hundred or thousand or so I’m not sure.
The take with the current, these wearisome beings
But for a small fee the yellow ones yours.
And as the red faces all line with a smile
Some of them struggle to make the first inch.
Others won’t make it, lost well to a whim.
Yet one will sure triumph and think it’s a sinch.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 23rd August 2010

Betty’s

Shane — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 09:50:51 +0000

Just down by Halpin’s watering hole -
up by the humped back bridge so old,
Where I would wander every day,
with my countless tales to be told.

And Betty listened, I’d make no sense –
adventures through such innocence,
She’d hand me candy glistening bright,
and would never charge the fifteen pence.

Why I think that’s twenty years ago,
And she still stops and says hello.
A frail old lady, whos time is worn,
She never, ever lets it show.

And she still wanders along those roads,
where as a king, I’d loot my gold.
And she still smiling, each time we meet,
From all the tales that I have told.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 23rd August 2010

George

Shane — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 19:44:24 +0000

demented little captive eyes,
all browed sincere with mischieve bound
he waggles though each side confers
confused he doesn’t know what right

he bears his teeth and brings a smile
a thoushand things to do at once
but masters here and that comes first
i’ll play my cards and get a treat

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 21st August 2010

Majestic Glint

Shane — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 19:42:07 +0000

Is this the eden of our lives – a peace that but the torn can awe?
To see such beauty from our crimes, to see a meaning in our flaws.

Oh take me to the waterfall -
Majestic glint of natures wall -
Oh curse the dreams in smoggy skies -
Oh bless the loss within thier lives.

For all achievments matter not, when placed up on a pedistil.
Against the grandure of this spot, by one who wishes but good will.

It glistens – how it does I hope – our world is marching on a path –
The very will of life will cope, and live if we ourselves don’t last.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 21st August 2010

Shuffle Wood

Shane — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 19:05:40 +0000

Passing Voices, every day -
Seconds -
Minutes –
Hours gone.
Can I live a life like this?
When it’s not quite what I want?

But still each day I wander.
To die so slow, always I –
Work to live or live to work?
Live a dream or dream of life?

Ours is but a simple joy.
Make what must, take what you can.
Don’t fear the doors lying closed -
Your soul can open anything.

So sit and type.
Shuffle wood.
Nod and wink.
Pretend you know.
Don’t pause for you may realise -
Only you can let it go.

Written by Shane Ferguson
On The 21st August 2010

The Black Castle

Shane — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 19:01:29 +0000

The brick that piles on dust & black,
That guards the ocean grace surround,
Where once men lay their lives and hearts,
Falls dormant as the nights own sound.
Where battles raged and fear lost hope,
As tides crashed hard against the rocks,
Lies nothing but a scar of past,
With cannons strewn on motar blocks.
Alas those battles now long gone,
The castle but a symbol now -
Of times when villainy ran true
And of my own past on this ground.
Oh how to see the battles lost,
A backdrop of simplicity.
The grey stone which the christened black,
The dusty bricks of history.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 21st August 2010

What’s Not, Can Be

Shane — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 13:59:04 +0000

What was that thought that passed me by?
I reach, alas, it’s gone.
That feeling of a different life spurred on by gentle songs?
A world where walls don’t fade away,
a daydream worth the angst.
A thought thats disappearing with what seems your only chance.
For I could sit here, so you too,
and wallow in our mist.
Continue on our merry way and daydream of that kiss.
But when the sun is set to fall,
And all you have are dreams,
You’ll see, my friend; they can exist - for Life’s not what it seems.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 22nd April 2010

Oh Nature, Do Your Worst

Shane — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 08:28:34 +0000

Alas, my friend these are strange the old times we live in,
Led by shadows who’ve tormented, stole and beat us.
Caught in this battle that nobody here believes in.
Farewell my friend, my foe, our Greed and all our Lust.
We’re gathered on the brink of what is our extinction.
Oh nature do your worst, and give to us our due.
For we still look at what we’ve done and search for meaning.
How can we solve this if we do not have a clue?

To tell the truth, I don’t think anybody got it.
But crazy as it seems each day we wake up hoping,
Honesty dictates that you should try and face it,
But Reality dictates we’ll barely end up coping.
These are the crimes, the times; of man and all his making.
Oh joy and luck you’re still alive to see our death.
The burial of what was once the greatest living.
Such God’s were put to us and yet we failed their test…

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 22nd April 2010