A Selection of Poems from Pete Mullineaux

Pete Mullineaux

Pete Mullineaux, poet and dramatist, read out some of his poems at Afri’s Féile Bríde on Saturday 8th February in Kildare.  These poems are republished here with his permission.

 

Zen Traffic Lights

 

Thank you red dragon

for teaching patience and humility,

so I may observe the green tiger

wisely.

 

And thank you red dragon

for showing joy in the moment;

so I will ride the green tiger

with enhanced pleasure.

 

And thank you red dragon

for reflecting my rage, mirrored

in calm cool green waters

to come.

 

Thank you…

thank you…

that’s enough now,

 

THANK YOU!

 

 

746

 

for Dermot Desmond:

746th in the Forbes rich list

 

 

It isn’t fair –

As Ryan Tubridy joked on the radio,

‘Who wants to be 746th at anything?’

 

What’s another billionaire?

When to think: a touch more generous,

a grand or two less needy,

 

I’d be 747…

 

Now there’s a number that rings,

to have you walking on air,

 

I might have had wings!

 

 

 

Wasting Away

 

We hope that some things cannot be erased,

(the Buddhist sees each sorry soul return)

though most of it will have to go to waste.

 

Hooked on progress, forever making haste

we gobble up, incinerate and burn;

believing some things cannot be erased.

 

And for fear we may become debased,

we cultivate improvement; seek to learn:

though most of it will have to go to waste.

 

But whether we’re the chaser or the chased,

much like a coin – depending on the turn;

hoping that some things cannot be erased

 

we look back at those footprints barely paced;

ley lines of meaning wistfully discern…

though most of it will have to go to waste.

 

Thinking then of this life as but a taste

of things to come; beyond our current concern:

accepting we will one day be erased –

we hope (and pray) that some things never go to waste.

 

All poems by Pete Mullineaux.  Pete’s “A Father’s Day” collection is available to buy on Salmon Poetry here; his more recent collection “Session” is also available on Salmon Poetry here.

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