Left For Dead

The left has a lot to answer for!

I never got to shake
your filthy left hand,
it never left your left pocket,
where it jangled,
your short, loose change,
as you put your left foot in it,
and on that Irish spade
with a long left side
for digging peat
from stinking
Catholic bogs.

13/09/19

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Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

How left of left can you go. I am thinking politics here John. It's firmly on my mind at the moment. A nod here to Irish Catholicism, I have to say that my frequent visits to Cavan had me raising my eyebrows. More by what I heard than what I saw.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Intrigued to know what you heard Chris? This is part of the ongoing skirmish with my buddy gram.

[Chris Shaw]

Mainly tittle tattle judging other people for their sins. Have to say though, they were the loveliest people to work with, and great fun.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

To work with? And there was me thinking you retired!

[Chris Shaw]

All in the past. Retired? Busier now than ever. Taken over with an ever growing family :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So what did you do that took you to Ireland?

[Chris Shaw]

Recruiting student nurses for university places.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You were a nurse tutor? You would have hated teaching me then lol.

[Chris Shaw]

No, I was a recruitment manager, managing the recruitment team for the faculty of health and human sciences. I worked closely with nurse tutors, administrators and students.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So in days gone by you might have worked a press gang? lol!

[Chris Shaw]

It may have seemed like that at times :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Great song and amazing poetry John. The short statements made me wish to know more. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Coyote John.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[kentuck14]

John,
The video got my "Hogan" blood moving. (My maternal grandmother was born in Ireland.) "Song Long Forgotten" (Ye Vagabonds) a testament to Gaelic melancholy.
As to your poem . . . being North American much of your reference is lost to me . . . but again a strong poem. When I think of "left" I think of politics . . . but not sure here.
T

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah twas a tilt at ma pal gram linski writ about Catholics. Many thanks for reading Tom.

[kentuck14]

Ahh . . . now I see!

[gram linski]

didn't you learn anything at catholic school the left pocket is the deepest, and the shallowest and the wisest, with easy access to the scrotal sac, thanks to scissors and determination, left for dead … better check that (left hand) pulse, dude, no one ever checks the right sided,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Man I got Croation sunstroke and red wine disease so f*****g leave me alone.

[gram linski]

you posted the f****r dude, you invited me in, now lose the garlic and let's dance...

[Chris Shaw]

I think John wants to be left for dead with his Croatian sunstroke and red vino. Just closing the door quietly. Gram you'll be dancing on your own :))

[gram linski]

not for the first or the last time, Chris, you asking ?

[Chris Shaw]

You kidding?

[gram linski]

… :))))), who knows,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I merely shouted from the battlements gram old boy and the only dance you know is St Vitus Dance!

[gram linski]

great band you should check them out, if it's not SST it's not worth a f**k, lol