Submissions by Kilronanmac (Michael McManus)

Jack From The Back
By Michael McManus

Brave sailor Jack, upon the shore he stands,
With weathered face and steady loyal hands.
He's seen the world, its wonders and its storms,
Now walks away from ships to other forms.

The sea's his love, its secrets in his eyes,
But now, beneath the boundless open skies
He'll find a different life on solid ground
As waves and wind no longer keep him bound.

With memories of adventures on the sea
He'll find new journeys, new horizons he,
Though ships may fade, the sailor's heart...

The Facebook Voyeur
By Michael McManus

He lingers on Facebook's digital street,
A voyeur, silent, in his quiet seat,
No posts to share, no words to convey,
He watches from shadows, night and day.

Invisible, he scrolls through each friend's life,
A silent spectator, free from strife,
He learns their stories, their joys, and despair,
A Facebook voyeur, no content to share.

Portrait of The Facebook Voyeur. Graphite.

Writers’ Hairy Eye Syndrome (I suffer with it).
By Michael McManus.

In the thoughts of whimsy and the absurd,
There's a tale of a syndrome, quite unheard.
It's called "hairy eye," a curious delight,
Where sight meets fuzz in the softest light.

Eyes adorned with a furry surprise,
Lashes like moss 'neath enchanted skies.
In the night of dreams, where oddities gleam,
Hairy eye syndrome, a whimsical theme.

But remember, my friend, it's just in jest,
In the world of reality, put it to rest.
For eyes so adorned...

Nose-hair Fashionista
By Michael McManus

In the mirror I spy a sight, long nose-hairs, dear, oh my!
They dance and sway with every breath as I let out a sigh,
For some they're signs of aging's grace, a badge of years gone by,
But I can't help but wish they’d trim and not let them reach the sky.

Though age is just a number, they say, it's hard to not feel shy,
Long nose-hairs whisper tales of time, as they reach down, far too high,
And as they gather dust and muck, I can't help but wonder why
They don't snip them, clip them,...