Bearable dot ie site -- my reflections of a miserable bear am I, in Ireland
If you find this you are probably are abandoned, friendless, and alone like I! If not move on!
Poems
The hangman's plea
Signed to slave a midnight pyre My sight stained by a cold-man's fire, Across the bar, flight obtained A trophy secured, a heart maintained
Burned across the heart remain My burned mission, in heartless gain Blight upon a poor man's glee A safe man found, secured to a tea
And then by night, my fallen glee A lamp in the desert, a brave coffee Bound to leak, the bar hung tight My failed mission, secured through flight
A child slain, through witchcraft might The dagger fallen in one hand tight Born through sorrow, my mission maintain A fallen comfort, my lips silent remain