https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dublin-double-doubt-marcella-boccia--6477565enBooks2024https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/4455b35b8cf3404f14b7deccd2f66fd6.jpghttps://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dublin-double-doubt-marcella-boccia--6477565Wed, 29 Jan 2025 09:39:39 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAMARCELLA BOCCIAsabbionetakdp@gmail.com"Dublin, Double, Doubt" is a poetry collection by Marcella Boccia that delves into the mystique and duality of Dublin, Ireland. Through vivid imagery, the poems explore the themes of doubt, memory, history, and identity, while celebrating Ireland’s...cleanepisodichttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-cliffs-shall-call--63693706
Beneath
the heavens’ gray embrace
Where winds of sorrow
carve the space
The Cliffs of Moher
rise austere
A throne where silence
claims the seer
Their jagged edges
cold and vast
Hold whispers
of the lives that passed
Each soul that leaned
to meet the gale
To glimpse
below the ocean’s veil
And there
where earth and sky collide
Where time itself dares
not reside
A perfect death
seems softly sown
A plunge into the great unknown
No cries
no chains to hold me fast
No echoes
of the shadowed past
Just wind and wave
a final breath
A quiet fall
a lover’s death
I’d join
the murmurs of the sea
Its ancient hymn enfolding me
To drift with tides
to ebb and flow
To leave this weighted world
below
The cliffs shall call
their song so sweet
A melody
where fate may meet
For in their grasp
there is release
A fleeting fall
eternal peace
Would Yeats have dreamed
of such an end?
Where sea and rock
and spirits blend?
I hear the call
its mournful tone
And long to make
that leap my own]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693706Tue, 14 Jan 2025 22:13:00 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe Cliffs shall call Beneath the heavens’ gray embrace Where winds of sorrow carve the space The Cliffs of Moher rise austere A throne where silence claims the seer Their jagged edges cold and vast Hold whispers of the lives that passed Each soul...
Beneath
the heavens’ gray embrace
Where winds of sorrow
carve the space
The Cliffs of Moher
rise austere
A throne where silence
claims the seer
Their jagged edges
cold and vast
Hold whispers
of the lives that passed
Each soul that leaned
to meet the gale
To glimpse
below the ocean’s veil
And there
where earth and sky collide
Where time itself dares
not reside
A perfect death
seems softly sown
A plunge into the great unknown
No cries
no chains to hold me fast
No echoes
of the shadowed past
Just wind and wave
a final breath
A quiet fall
a lover’s death
I’d join
the murmurs of the sea
Its ancient hymn enfolding me
To drift with tides
to ebb and flow
To leave this weighted world
below
The cliffs shall call
their song so sweet
A melody
where fate may meet
For in their grasp
there is release
A fleeting fall
eternal peace
Would Yeats have dreamed
of such an end?
Where sea and rock
and spirits blend?
I hear the call
its mournful tone
And long to make
that leap my own]]>136clean163fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/to-drift-beneath-the-arches--63693672
Beneath O’Connell’s
steadfast span
I stand and feel
the river’s plan
Its gentle pull
its ceaseless song
To carry
the restless heart along
What if I leapt, a whisper
a sigh
To join the Liffey
as it winds by
Through arches bent
by time and stone
Where Dublin’s soul
has long been sown?
Bridge by bridge
its waters call
A Viking’s ghost
in its rise and fall
To the sea that cradled
their sturdy prows
And kissed the shores
where their honor bows
The tide would take me
far
away
Beyond where sunlight
greets the day
To melt
into the ocean’s breast
And find
at last eternal rest
No trace
no shadow left behind
Just flowing waters
undefined
Dublin would
forget my name
Yet I’d be part
of its endless frame
Oh city born
of blackened pool
Where tides are fierce
yet strangely cool
Take me now
beneath your streams
And let me fade
in timeless dreams]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693672Tue, 14 Jan 2025 22:05:54 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIATo drift beneath the arches Beneath O’Connell’s steadfast span I stand and feel the river’s plan Its gentle pull its ceaseless song To carry the restless heart along What if I leapt, a whisper a sigh To join the Liffey as it winds by Through arches...
Beneath O’Connell’s
steadfast span
I stand and feel
the river’s plan
Its gentle pull
its ceaseless song
To carry
the restless heart along
What if I leapt, a whisper
a sigh
To join the Liffey
as it winds by
Through arches bent
by time and stone
Where Dublin’s soul
has long been sown?
Bridge by bridge
its waters call
A Viking’s ghost
in its rise and fall
To the sea that cradled
their sturdy prows
And kissed the shores
where their honor bows
The tide would take me
far
away
Beyond where sunlight
greets the day
To melt
into the ocean’s breast
And find
at last eternal rest
No trace
no shadow left behind
Just flowing waters
undefined
Dublin would
forget my name
Yet I’d be part
of its endless frame
Oh city born
of blackened pool
Where tides are fierce
yet strangely cool
Take me now
beneath your streams
And let me fade
in timeless dreams]]>117clean162fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/jealous-of-the-cup--63693618
Oh fragile porcelain
you daring thief
You steal what I can
only dream to keep
Your warmth caresses
where I long to dwell
Your kiss
a secret you’ll never tell
You touch his lips
so soft
so fair
And linger
where my heart would dare
You cradle his breath
his whispered sighs
While I remain
in longing’s disguise
Each sip he takes
a lover’s vow
And I
an outsider
wonder how
A lifeless cup
could hold such grace
Could taste the soul
I cannot trace
The steam
that rises meets his gaze
A fleeting veil
a fleeting haze
Yet even that
I envy still
For it touches him
against my will
Oh foolish heart
why ache so much?
For lips
you’ll never truly touch?
Yet still
I pine
my longing steeped
For love that’s his
but never reaped]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693618Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:59:45 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAJealous of the cup Oh fragile porcelain you daring thief You steal what I can only dream to keep Your warmth caresses where I long to dwell Your kiss a secret you’ll never tell You touch his lips so soft so fair And linger where my heart would dare...
Oh fragile porcelain
you daring thief
You steal what I can
only dream to keep
Your warmth caresses
where I long to dwell
Your kiss
a secret you’ll never tell
You touch his lips
so soft
so fair
And linger
where my heart would dare
You cradle his breath
his whispered sighs
While I remain
in longing’s disguise
Each sip he takes
a lover’s vow
And I
an outsider
wonder how
A lifeless cup
could hold such grace
Could taste the soul
I cannot trace
The steam
that rises meets his gaze
A fleeting veil
a fleeting haze
Yet even that
I envy still
For it touches him
against my will
Oh foolish heart
why ache so much?
For lips
you’ll never truly touch?
Yet still
I pine
my longing steeped
For love that’s his
but never reaped]]>102clean161fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/beneath-the-dublin-sky--63693578
I wish I were the rain
so light
so near
That kisses your umbrella
crystal-clear
As you wander
where battles once did rage
Through Dublin’s streets
each stone a page
I’d dance upon the threads
of history’s veil
Soft whispers in the air
a lover’s tale
Each droplet falls
erasing pain and strife
Replacing death
with dreams of present life
I wish I were the wind
that finds your face
That tangles in your beard
a golden grace
The hue that leprechauns
hold dear and bright
A flame of hope
within the city’s night
I’d sweep away the shadows
grief
and woe
And gift the dubliner’s hearts
a tranquil glow
Let laughter bloom
where sorrow used to stay
And peace endure
beneath the skies of grey
Oh let me be the breeze
the rain
the song
To walk beside you
gently
all day long
To be a part
of every step you take
And soothe the aching world
for love’s sweet sake]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693578Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:49:37 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIABeneath the Dublin sky I wish I were the rain so light so near That kisses your umbrella crystal-clear As you wander where battles once did rage Through Dublin’s streets each stone a page I’d dance upon the threads of history’s veil Soft whispers in...
I wish I were the rain
so light
so near
That kisses your umbrella
crystal-clear
As you wander
where battles once did rage
Through Dublin’s streets
each stone a page
I’d dance upon the threads
of history’s veil
Soft whispers in the air
a lover’s tale
Each droplet falls
erasing pain and strife
Replacing death
with dreams of present life
I wish I were the wind
that finds your face
That tangles in your beard
a golden grace
The hue that leprechauns
hold dear and bright
A flame of hope
within the city’s night
I’d sweep away the shadows
grief
and woe
And gift the dubliner’s hearts
a tranquil glow
Let laughter bloom
where sorrow used to stay
And peace endure
beneath the skies of grey
Oh let me be the breeze
the rain
the song
To walk beside you
gently
all day long
To be a part
of every step you take
And soothe the aching world
for love’s sweet sake]]>117clean160fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/a-soul-of-stone--63693548
My soul is carved
in the Burren’s stone
Where ancient winds
have softly flown
Upon that limestone
grey and bare
A whisper lingers in the air
No velvet earth
no fertile green
But cracks where life
has faintly been
Yet in its crevices
flowers bloom
Defying harshness
defying doom
The rocks endure
the tempest’s cry
Beneath the changeless
brooding sky
Their silence speaks
of battles fought
Of wisdom age and strife
have wrought
Like them
my soul bears marks of time
Of sorrow’s weight
of grief’s climb
But rooted deep
it will not break
A steadfast heart
no storm can shake
Among the stones
the wild things grow
The gentian blue
the hawthorn’s glow
So too within
a quiet grace
A fragile beauty
finds its place
Oh Boireann
teach me how to be
As strong as stone
as wild
as free
For in your rocks
I see my own
A soul of earth
a heart of stone]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693548Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:43:59 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAA soul of stone My soul is carved in the Burren’s stone Where ancient winds have softly flown Upon that limestone grey and bare A whisper lingers in the air No velvet earth no fertile green But cracks where life has faintly been Yet in its crevices...
My soul is carved
in the Burren’s stone
Where ancient winds
have softly flown
Upon that limestone
grey and bare
A whisper lingers in the air
No velvet earth
no fertile green
But cracks where life
has faintly been
Yet in its crevices
flowers bloom
Defying harshness
defying doom
The rocks endure
the tempest’s cry
Beneath the changeless
brooding sky
Their silence speaks
of battles fought
Of wisdom age and strife
have wrought
Like them
my soul bears marks of time
Of sorrow’s weight
of grief’s climb
But rooted deep
it will not break
A steadfast heart
no storm can shake
Among the stones
the wild things grow
The gentian blue
the hawthorn’s glow
So too within
a quiet grace
A fragile beauty
finds its place
Oh Boireann
teach me how to be
As strong as stone
as wild
as free
For in your rocks
I see my own
A soul of earth
a heart of stone]]>117clean159fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/true-love--63693446
True love
is not a cage of gold
Nor chains that bind
nor hands that hold
It does not claim
it does not own
But lets the spirit
soar alone
It walks beside
but does not steer
It whispers soft
yet draws no fear
Like wind that bends
the trembling tree
It touches all
yet leaves it free
No jealous shadow
darkens grace
No need to cling
no frantic chase
True love is freedom’s
steady gaze
A beacon
through life’s shifting haze
It blooms in trust
it thrives in air
Where hearts are light
and minds are bare
Like rivers
flowing to the sea
It finds its course
eternally
For love that seeks to lock
confine
Will wither fast
a fading vine
But love that opens
wide and true
Will blossom bright
forever new
So let your love
be wild and wise
As fleeting
as the starry skies
For in its freedom
hearts take flight
A boundless joy
a pure delight]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693446Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:35:40 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIATrue love True love is not a cage of gold Nor chains that bind nor hands that hold It does not claim it does not own But lets the spirit soar alone It walks beside but does not steer It whispers soft yet draws no fear Like wind that bends the...
True love
is not a cage of gold
Nor chains that bind
nor hands that hold
It does not claim
it does not own
But lets the spirit
soar alone
It walks beside
but does not steer
It whispers soft
yet draws no fear
Like wind that bends
the trembling tree
It touches all
yet leaves it free
No jealous shadow
darkens grace
No need to cling
no frantic chase
True love is freedom’s
steady gaze
A beacon
through life’s shifting haze
It blooms in trust
it thrives in air
Where hearts are light
and minds are bare
Like rivers
flowing to the sea
It finds its course
eternally
For love that seeks to lock
confine
Will wither fast
a fading vine
But love that opens
wide and true
Will blossom bright
forever new
So let your love
be wild and wise
As fleeting
as the starry skies
For in its freedom
hearts take flight
A boundless joy
a pure delight]]>117clean158fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-heart-of-ireland--63693073
In the misty hills
where the green winds blow
The heart of Ireland
beats steady and slow
With eyes like the sea
fierce and deep
A soul that the storm
cannot break or sweep
Proud and true
with heads held high
They face the world
with a fearless sigh
Through centuries of trials
their spirit has stood
A people born of fire
of struggle
and blood
In their laughter is strength
in their silence is grace
In every wrinkle
a story
a face
With hands that build
and hearts that heal
They carry a love
that is raw and real
From the cobbled streets
to the rolling green
In every whisper
their dignity is seen
They bow to no one
though humble they stand
For they are the keepers
of this ancient land
The Irish are proud
not with boast or pride
But with a dignity
that cannot hide
For in every man
and in every tree
Is the heart of Ireland
forever free]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693073Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:30:37 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe heart of Ireland In the misty hills where the green winds blow The heart of Ireland beats steady and slow With eyes like the sea fierce and deep A soul that the storm cannot break or sweep Proud and true with heads held high They face the world...
In the misty hills
where the green winds blow
The heart of Ireland
beats steady and slow
With eyes like the sea
fierce and deep
A soul that the storm
cannot break or sweep
Proud and true
with heads held high
They face the world
with a fearless sigh
Through centuries of trials
their spirit has stood
A people born of fire
of struggle
and blood
In their laughter is strength
in their silence is grace
In every wrinkle
a story
a face
With hands that build
and hearts that heal
They carry a love
that is raw and real
From the cobbled streets
to the rolling green
In every whisper
their dignity is seen
They bow to no one
though humble they stand
For they are the keepers
of this ancient land
The Irish are proud
not with boast or pride
But with a dignity
that cannot hide
For in every man
and in every tree
Is the heart of Ireland
forever free]]>117clean157fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-wall-of-silence--63693036
I stand before them
words unspoken
For in their gaze
all hope is broken
Their voices rise
so sure
so loud
While mine is lost
within the crowd
They wear their pride
like a golden crown
Blinded by their own
renown
With every word
they build their wall
A fortress strong
a silent call
I try to speak
to break the chain
But my words fall
like drops of rain
They don’t hear
they never see
The person hidden
deep in me
Their world revolves
with them at the core
And mine is left to whisper
implore
But no echo comes
no understanding found
In their realm
my voice cannot resound
So I retreat
in silence dwell
Where my thoughts
can rise and swell
For arrogance and narcissistic
reign
Leave me lost
in their empty disdain
I seek the quiet
the listening ear
Where empathy blooms
and hearts draw near
But with them
all is cold and bright
A world where my voice
is lost to the night]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63693036Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:25:12 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe wall of silence I stand before them words unspoken For in their gaze all hope is broken Their voices rise so sure so loud While mine is lost within the crowd They wear their pride like a golden crown Blinded by their own renown With every word...
I stand before them
words unspoken
For in their gaze
all hope is broken
Their voices rise
so sure
so loud
While mine is lost
within the crowd
They wear their pride
like a golden crown
Blinded by their own
renown
With every word
they build their wall
A fortress strong
a silent call
I try to speak
to break the chain
But my words fall
like drops of rain
They don’t hear
they never see
The person hidden
deep in me
Their world revolves
with them at the core
And mine is left to whisper
implore
But no echo comes
no understanding found
In their realm
my voice cannot resound
So I retreat
in silence dwell
Where my thoughts
can rise and swell
For arrogance and narcissistic
reign
Leave me lost
in their empty disdain
I seek the quiet
the listening ear
Where empathy blooms
and hearts draw near
But with them
all is cold and bright
A world where my voice
is lost to the night]]>117clean156fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/resilience--63692996
Through winds
that howl and skies that weep
I walk
though weary
with steps that creep
The world may break
the shadows may fall
But I rise again
though I stand so small
Beneath the weight
of sorrow’s hand
I find the strength
to understand
That every wound
though deep and wide
Gives birth to courage
that I cannot hide
Like roots that burrow
through the stone
In silence deep
I find my throne
For even
in the darkest night
A spark within me
still holds light
The storms may rage
the tides may roar
But I stand unbroken
on the shore
With every scar
my soul grows strong
A silent anthem
a whispered song
Through shattered dreams
and hopes delayed
I rise from ashes
unafraid
For resilience lives
within the heart
A steady flame
that will not depart
So let the winds
come howling near
And bring with them
the weight of fear
For in the depths
of all despair
I find the strength
to rise and care]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692996Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:19:43 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAResilience Through winds that howl and skies that weep I walk though weary with steps that creep The world may break the shadows may fall But I rise again though I stand so small Beneath the weight of sorrow’s hand I find the strength to understand...
Through winds
that howl and skies that weep
I walk
though weary
with steps that creep
The world may break
the shadows may fall
But I rise again
though I stand so small
Beneath the weight
of sorrow’s hand
I find the strength
to understand
That every wound
though deep and wide
Gives birth to courage
that I cannot hide
Like roots that burrow
through the stone
In silence deep
I find my throne
For even
in the darkest night
A spark within me
still holds light
The storms may rage
the tides may roar
But I stand unbroken
on the shore
With every scar
my soul grows strong
A silent anthem
a whispered song
Through shattered dreams
and hopes delayed
I rise from ashes
unafraid
For resilience lives
within the heart
A steady flame
that will not depart
So let the winds
come howling near
And bring with them
the weight of fear
For in the depths
of all despair
I find the strength
to rise and care]]>117clean155fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/empathy--63692954
In the silence
of a winter’s eve
I hear the hearts
that softly grieve
A whisper of their sorrowed
cries
Echoing beneath
the open skies
Not with my ears
but with my soul
I feel the burden
the endless toll
Of those who walk
with pain untold
Their suffering wrapped
in shadows cold
Empathy
a tender thread
Woven through the tears
they shed
A bond that reaches
far and wide
Across the distance
none can hide
I walk beside them
unseen
A stranger’s heart
in places keen
A touch so soft
a glance so deep
Into their anguish
I gently creep
I carry their weight
though unseen
In every breath
their sorrow’s sheen
For in their eyes
I see my own
A shared reflection
not alone
Empathy
the gift we bear
A kindness pure
a sacred prayer
For in the depths
of another’s pain
We find our own hearts
break again]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692954Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:14:09 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAEmpathy In the silence of a winter’s eve I hear the hearts that softly grieve A whisper of their sorrowed cries Echoing beneath the open skies Not with my ears but with my soul I feel the burden the endless toll Of those who walk with pain untold...
In the silence
of a winter’s eve
I hear the hearts
that softly grieve
A whisper of their sorrowed
cries
Echoing beneath
the open skies
Not with my ears
but with my soul
I feel the burden
the endless toll
Of those who walk
with pain untold
Their suffering wrapped
in shadows cold
Empathy
a tender thread
Woven through the tears
they shed
A bond that reaches
far and wide
Across the distance
none can hide
I walk beside them
unseen
A stranger’s heart
in places keen
A touch so soft
a glance so deep
Into their anguish
I gently creep
I carry their weight
though unseen
In every breath
their sorrow’s sheen
For in their eyes
I see my own
A shared reflection
not alone
Empathy
the gift we bear
A kindness pure
a sacred prayer
For in the depths
of another’s pain
We find our own hearts
break again]]>117clean154fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-solitude-and-the-friend--63692930
In quiet walks
where shadows fall
I find my peace
away from all
The world can spin
its noise and haste
But I
in silence
am embraced
A soul untethered
free to roam
Through empty streets
I make my home
No eyes to pierce
no words to bind
In solitude
my heart aligned
Yet in the stillness
fate did weave
A thread of joy
I could not believe
A friend appeared
with gentle eyes
And in their gaze
no swift disguise
No judgment fell
no harsh decree
Just open arms
a place to be
Through all my flaws
they saw me whole
A mirror clear
reflecting soul
In solitude
I learned to grow
But with this friend
I learned to glow
For in their love
so kind and pure
I found the joy
I’d longed for
sure
No chains
no walls
no distance wide
Just hearts entwined
no need to hide
In solitude
I find my grace
But with my friend
I’ve found my place]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692930Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:09:05 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe solitude and the friend In quiet walks where shadows fall I find my peace away from all The world can spin its noise and haste But I in silence am embraced A soul untethered free to roam Through empty streets I make my home No eyes to pierce no...
In quiet walks
where shadows fall
I find my peace
away from all
The world can spin
its noise and haste
But I
in silence
am embraced
A soul untethered
free to roam
Through empty streets
I make my home
No eyes to pierce
no words to bind
In solitude
my heart aligned
Yet in the stillness
fate did weave
A thread of joy
I could not believe
A friend appeared
with gentle eyes
And in their gaze
no swift disguise
No judgment fell
no harsh decree
Just open arms
a place to be
Through all my flaws
they saw me whole
A mirror clear
reflecting soul
In solitude
I learned to grow
But with this friend
I learned to glow
For in their love
so kind and pure
I found the joy
I’d longed for
sure
No chains
no walls
no distance wide
Just hearts entwined
no need to hide
In solitude
I find my grace
But with my friend
I’ve found my place]]>117clean153fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-beauty-of-the-soul--63692897
Oh beauty
not of flesh or fleeting face
But in the depth
where silent shadows trace
A light that burns
without the need for flame
A tender fire that speaks
no earthly name
It lingers in the quiet
of the night
A star unseen
yet steady in its flight
It whispers through the winds
that kiss the trees
A secret song
that dances on the breeze
No mirror holds its shape
no canvas paints
For it is boundless
free from worldly constraints
It wears no crown
nor jewels
nor grand array
Yet in its glow
the world will find its way
The soul
a river winding through the years
Its beauty carved by laughter
blood
and tears
Not in the eyes of others
does it rest
But in the heart
it wears its truest vest
For beauty born of soul
is ever true
A gift that ages not
and cannot rue
It shines through every trial
storm
and strife
The quiet grace
that marks a life with life]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692897Tue, 14 Jan 2025 21:03:21 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe beauty of the soul Oh beauty not of flesh or fleeting face But in the depth where silent shadows trace A light that burns without the need for flame A tender fire that speaks no earthly name It lingers in the quiet of the night A star unseen yet...
Oh beauty
not of flesh or fleeting face
But in the depth
where silent shadows trace
A light that burns
without the need for flame
A tender fire that speaks
no earthly name
It lingers in the quiet
of the night
A star unseen
yet steady in its flight
It whispers through the winds
that kiss the trees
A secret song
that dances on the breeze
No mirror holds its shape
no canvas paints
For it is boundless
free from worldly constraints
It wears no crown
nor jewels
nor grand array
Yet in its glow
the world will find its way
The soul
a river winding through the years
Its beauty carved by laughter
blood
and tears
Not in the eyes of others
does it rest
But in the heart
it wears its truest vest
For beauty born of soul
is ever true
A gift that ages not
and cannot rue
It shines through every trial
storm
and strife
The quiet grace
that marks a life with life]]>117clean152fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/emerald-isle--63692863
A veil of green
so deep, so wide
Where hills and valleys
gently bide
An island kissed
by mist and rain
Its beauty soft
a sweet refrain
Fields stretch far
a quilt of dreams
Through which the golden sunlight
streams
And rivers dance
to ancient songs
While time moves slow
where it belongs
Here castles stand
both proud and frail
Their walls alive
with whispered tale
Of warriors bold and poets’
cries
Beneath the ever-changing skies
Each village hides
a world apart
A beating soul
a timeless heart
Stone bridges arch
where waters weave
And secrets rest
in every eve
The cliffs
they rise
defy the sea
A boundary wild
Unchained
and free
And forests hum
with life unseen
Where shadows play
in hues of green
Oh Emerald Isle
a faerie’s song
Your wonders call
where hearts belong
A land untouched
where dreams reside
Forever fair
our endless guide]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692863Tue, 14 Jan 2025 20:57:19 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAEmerald isle A veil of green so deep, so wide Where hills and valleys gently bide An island kissed by mist and rain Its beauty soft a sweet refrain Fields stretch far a quilt of dreams Through which the golden sunlight streams And rivers dance to...
A veil of green
so deep, so wide
Where hills and valleys
gently bide
An island kissed
by mist and rain
Its beauty soft
a sweet refrain
Fields stretch far
a quilt of dreams
Through which the golden sunlight
streams
And rivers dance
to ancient songs
While time moves slow
where it belongs
Here castles stand
both proud and frail
Their walls alive
with whispered tale
Of warriors bold and poets’
cries
Beneath the ever-changing skies
Each village hides
a world apart
A beating soul
a timeless heart
Stone bridges arch
where waters weave
And secrets rest
in every eve
The cliffs
they rise
defy the sea
A boundary wild
Unchained
and free
And forests hum
with life unseen
Where shadows play
in hues of green
Oh Emerald Isle
a faerie’s song
Your wonders call
where hearts belong
A land untouched
where dreams reside
Forever fair
our endless guide]]>117clean151fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/dubh-linn--63692838
Beneath the city’s
restless sprawl
Where shadows linger
whispers call
There lay a pool
so deep
so still
Fed by Poddle
shaped by will
The Liffey’s arms
would intertwine
With waters dark
a blackened shrine
Dubh Linn
the name it bore with pride
A mirror where
the world could hide
Its depths held secrets
stories spun
Of moonlit nights
and fleeting sun
A sacred place
a shadowed gleam
A city born
from a quiet dream
Through marsh and reed
the currents played
The soft lament
where Poddle strayed
Its breath still lingers
though unseen
In Dubliner hearts
forever keen
Now cobblestones
and bustling ways
Have claimed the pool
of ancient days
Yet echoes rise
a ghostly trace
Of blackened waters
time’s embrace
Dubh Linn
he heart beneath the stone
Your name still carves
what we call home
For even
where your pool has fled
The soul you forged
is far from dead]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692838Tue, 14 Jan 2025 20:51:32 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIADubh Linn Beneath the city’s restless sprawl Where shadows linger whispers call There lay a pool so deep so still Fed by Poddle shaped by will The Liffey’s arms would intertwine With waters dark a blackened shrine Dubh Linn the name it bore with...
Beneath the city’s
restless sprawl
Where shadows linger
whispers call
There lay a pool
so deep
so still
Fed by Poddle
shaped by will
The Liffey’s arms
would intertwine
With waters dark
a blackened shrine
Dubh Linn
the name it bore with pride
A mirror where
the world could hide
Its depths held secrets
stories spun
Of moonlit nights
and fleeting sun
A sacred place
a shadowed gleam
A city born
from a quiet dream
Through marsh and reed
the currents played
The soft lament
where Poddle strayed
Its breath still lingers
though unseen
In Dubliner hearts
forever keen
Now cobblestones
and bustling ways
Have claimed the pool
of ancient days
Yet echoes rise
a ghostly trace
Of blackened waters
time’s embrace
Dubh Linn
he heart beneath the stone
Your name still carves
what we call home
For even
where your pool has fled
The soul you forged
is far from dead]]>117clean150fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/in-the-footsteps-of-olof-the-white--63692789
Through cobbled lanes
of Dublin’s might
Where red-brick whispers
haunt the night
I wander lost
yet not alone
For shadows claim
my heart their throne
A phantom walks
beside my stride
A Viking king
with solemn pride
Olof the White
with sword once drawn
Who ruled this land
ere love was gone
His presence hums
a muted roar
A tale of blood
of ancient lore
The Liffey’s song
the gulls’ refrain
Echo his conquests
lost
yet gained
“Do you seek peace?”
his voice does call
“Through lanes
where empires rose and fall
The walls you pass
have seen my name
Etched deep in glory
etched in shame.
The bricks seem warmer
where he treads
The living dream
among the dead
I turn to meet
his steady gaze
A thousand years
blend in the haze
“I sought a kingdom built on stone
But found no solace on the throne"
This city’s breath
its cobbled veins
Still bear the weight of my remains.
I shiver ’neath
his spectral light
This Viking king
this fleeting knight
And yet his tale
does pierce my core
A love of place
that yearns for more
For Dublin holds
what time can’t sever
A pulse that beats
through past forever
And though
I walk its streets alone
Its spirit whispers
“You’re our own”]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692789Tue, 14 Jan 2025 20:45:42 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAIn the footsteps of Olof the White Through cobbled lanes of Dublin’s might Where red-brick whispers haunt the night I wander lost yet not alone For shadows claim my heart their throne A phantom walks beside my stride A Viking king with solemn pride...
Through cobbled lanes
of Dublin’s might
Where red-brick whispers
haunt the night
I wander lost
yet not alone
For shadows claim
my heart their throne
A phantom walks
beside my stride
A Viking king
with solemn pride
Olof the White
with sword once drawn
Who ruled this land
ere love was gone
His presence hums
a muted roar
A tale of blood
of ancient lore
The Liffey’s song
the gulls’ refrain
Echo his conquests
lost
yet gained
“Do you seek peace?”
his voice does call
“Through lanes
where empires rose and fall
The walls you pass
have seen my name
Etched deep in glory
etched in shame.
The bricks seem warmer
where he treads
The living dream
among the dead
I turn to meet
his steady gaze
A thousand years
blend in the haze
“I sought a kingdom built on stone
But found no solace on the throne"
This city’s breath
its cobbled veins
Still bear the weight of my remains.
I shiver ’neath
his spectral light
This Viking king
this fleeting knight
And yet his tale
does pierce my core
A love of place
that yearns for more
For Dublin holds
what time can’t sever
A pulse that beats
through past forever
And though
I walk its streets alone
Its spirit whispers
“You’re our own”]]>154clean149fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/ode-to-dublin--63692744
Oh Dublin
city of my dreams
Where every street
in twilight gleams
Your cobbled lanes
with stories old
Hold echoes of the brave
and bold
Your river flows
with silver grace
A mirror
to your rugged face
And in its depths
the past does glide
A phantom tide
a whispered guide
Your sky
a canvas brushed with gold
Where ancient winds
still dare to hold
The secrets
of the countless years
And sing the song
of hopes and fears
Beneath your moon
the shadows dance
The echo of a lover’s
trance
Where poets once
with pen in hand
Wove words to free
this quiet land
Your heart beats strong
beneath the stone
A pulse that whispers
soft
alone
Yet in your veins
the spirit’s flame
Still burns with courage
fierce
untamed
Oh Dublin
land of grief and song
In you
the ages all belong
Your laughter lives
within the rain
Your sorrow
too
a sweet refrain
And though the years
may steal your light
Your soul will burn
through darkest night
For in your depths
and in your skies
The truth of Ireland
never dies
I walk your streets
your dreams unfold
A city built
from blood and gold
Oh Dublin
in your arms I stay
And in your heart
I’ll find my way]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692744Tue, 14 Jan 2025 20:37:49 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAOde to Dublin Oh Dublin city of my dreams Where every street in twilight gleams Your cobbled lanes with stories old Hold echoes of the brave and bold Your river flows with silver grace A mirror to your rugged face And in its depths the past does...
Oh Dublin
city of my dreams
Where every street
in twilight gleams
Your cobbled lanes
with stories old
Hold echoes of the brave
and bold
Your river flows
with silver grace
A mirror
to your rugged face
And in its depths
the past does glide
A phantom tide
a whispered guide
Your sky
a canvas brushed with gold
Where ancient winds
still dare to hold
The secrets
of the countless years
And sing the song
of hopes and fears
Beneath your moon
the shadows dance
The echo of a lover’s
trance
Where poets once
with pen in hand
Wove words to free
this quiet land
Your heart beats strong
beneath the stone
A pulse that whispers
soft
alone
Yet in your veins
the spirit’s flame
Still burns with courage
fierce
untamed
Oh Dublin
land of grief and song
In you
the ages all belong
Your laughter lives
within the rain
Your sorrow
too
a sweet refrain
And though the years
may steal your light
Your soul will burn
through darkest night
For in your depths
and in your skies
The truth of Ireland
never dies
I walk your streets
your dreams unfold
A city built
from blood and gold
Oh Dublin
in your arms I stay
And in your heart
I’ll find my way]]>149clean148fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/unspoken-flame--63692277
In the dim-lit haze
of Dublin’s breath
Where shadows dance
with life and death
I saw you there
a fleeting star
A beacon bright
yet kept afar
Your russet beard
a fire untamed
A heart unspoken
yet unblamed
Your voice
a thread of ancient lore
Bound my soul
and shook its core
Oh crimson flame
my secret woe
How cruel it is
to let you go
To hold my tongue
though it might sing
And shatter this enchanted ring
For what is love
if not this ache
A perfect moment
I dare not break?
Your laughter
soft as autumn’s breeze
Has left my spirit
on its knees
I sit in silence
drink the night
And steal a glance
by candlelight
You’ll never know
for I will hide
The tide that swells
unspoken
inside
But if you knew
would it remain
A fleeting joy
or sweetened pain?
Better to keep
this fragile bliss
Than taint its glow
with a mortal kiss
So here I linger
in shadow’s embrace
A ghost in love
with your fleeting face
An echo bound
to the cobbled stone
Forever silent
forever alone]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692277Tue, 14 Jan 2025 20:29:45 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAUnspoken flame In the dim-lit haze of Dublin’s breath Where shadows dance with life and death I saw you there a fleeting star A beacon bright yet kept afar Your russet beard a fire untamed A heart unspoken yet unblamed Your voice a thread of ancient...
In the dim-lit haze
of Dublin’s breath
Where shadows dance
with life and death
I saw you there
a fleeting star
A beacon bright
yet kept afar
Your russet beard
a fire untamed
A heart unspoken
yet unblamed
Your voice
a thread of ancient lore
Bound my soul
and shook its core
Oh crimson flame
my secret woe
How cruel it is
to let you go
To hold my tongue
though it might sing
And shatter this enchanted ring
For what is love
if not this ache
A perfect moment
I dare not break?
Your laughter
soft as autumn’s breeze
Has left my spirit
on its knees
I sit in silence
drink the night
And steal a glance
by candlelight
You’ll never know
for I will hide
The tide that swells
unspoken
inside
But if you knew
would it remain
A fleeting joy
or sweetened pain?
Better to keep
this fragile bliss
Than taint its glow
with a mortal kiss
So here I linger
in shadow’s embrace
A ghost in love
with your fleeting face
An echo bound
to the cobbled stone
Forever silent
forever alone]]>117clean147fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/your-hands--63692240
Your hands
like rivers carved by time
Guided my wintered soul
to warmth
Fingers long as harp strings
Soft as moss on stone
When your beard
brushed my cheek
A forest of shadows
danced on my skin
And the kiss lingered
As if winter had breathed spring
into my veins
Your eyes
dark lakes beneath a rainy sky
Tell stories
that dare not find words,
And in every glance
a secret hides
A weave of pain and beauty
only you can bear
Your voice
a wind brushing over the hills
Whispered my name
like a prayer
And in the silence that followed
My heart stood still
caught between
dream and reality]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63692240Tue, 14 Jan 2025 20:23:47 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAYour hands Your hands like rivers carved by time Guided my wintered soul to warmth Fingers long as harp strings Soft as moss on stone When your beard brushed my cheek A forest of shadows danced on my skin And the kiss lingered As if winter had...
Your hands
like rivers carved by time
Guided my wintered soul
to warmth
Fingers long as harp strings
Soft as moss on stone
When your beard
brushed my cheek
A forest of shadows
danced on my skin
And the kiss lingered
As if winter had breathed spring
into my veins
Your eyes
dark lakes beneath a rainy sky
Tell stories
that dare not find words,
And in every glance
a secret hides
A weave of pain and beauty
only you can bear
Your voice
a wind brushing over the hills
Whispered my name
like a prayer
And in the silence that followed
My heart stood still
caught between
dream and reality]]>95clean146fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-viking-heart--63661224The Viking heart
(📝Marcella Boccia)
He wears a smile
as soft as dawn
A charm to lift
a veil to fawn
But underneath
the laughter lies
A deeper sorrow
in his eyes
His gaze
though bright
is shy
withdrawn
A warrior’s heart
yet it feels worn
Like ancient blood
both fierce and bold
A Celtic flame
that cannot cold
O gentle soul
with kindness free
What hidden storm
you try to flee
Your gallant ways
your charm
your grace
Are shields that hide
your tender face
I’d wander far
through nights and days
To bring you joy
in soft array
To lift the shadows
that you wear
And teach you joy
beyond despair
For in your veins
the rivers run
Of Viking hearts
beneath the sun
You hold a strength
that none can see
Yet I would give my heart
to thee
And though you mask
with smile and cheer
Your valiant soul
I hold so dear
For in your silence
truth does bleed
And in your heart
my own shall heed]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63661224Sun, 12 Jan 2025 02:03:03 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe Viking heart (📝Marcella Boccia) He wears a smile as soft as dawn A charm to lift a veil to fawn But underneath the laughter lies A deeper sorrow in his eyes His gaze though bright is shy withdrawn A warrior’s heart yet it feels worn Like ancient...The Viking heart
(📝Marcella Boccia)
He wears a smile
as soft as dawn
A charm to lift
a veil to fawn
But underneath
the laughter lies
A deeper sorrow
in his eyes
His gaze
though bright
is shy
withdrawn
A warrior’s heart
yet it feels worn
Like ancient blood
both fierce and bold
A Celtic flame
that cannot cold
O gentle soul
with kindness free
What hidden storm
you try to flee
Your gallant ways
your charm
your grace
Are shields that hide
your tender face
I’d wander far
through nights and days
To bring you joy
in soft array
To lift the shadows
that you wear
And teach you joy
beyond despair
For in your veins
the rivers run
Of Viking hearts
beneath the sun
You hold a strength
that none can see
Yet I would give my heart
to thee
And though you mask
with smile and cheer
Your valiant soul
I hold so dear
For in your silence
truth does bleed
And in your heart
my own shall heed]]>117beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean145fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-black-harp--63661209The black harp
(📝Marcella Boccia)
Beneath the lights
of Dublin’s glow
I sat where winter
winds did blow
And found my skin
a canvas bare
For ink to weave
a story there
An harp so small
yet full of might
A blackened echo
in the night
Its strings
though silent
still do sing
Of ancient kings
of Ireland’s spring
For Brian
mighty in his reign
Whose blood
through time
will still remain
Did carry songs
upon the breeze
That whispered soft
through Celtic trees
A symbol carved
upon my skin
To mark the fire
that burns within
The heart of Ireland
fierce and free
A pulse that calls
through history
And as the ink
now settles deep
I feel the weight
of oaths to keep
For in that harp
both proud and pure
I hold the past
that will endure
A Christmas gift
beneath the stars
A bridge from now
to ancient wars
To Brian’s dream
to Celtic lore
A tattooed song
forevermore]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63661209Sun, 12 Jan 2025 01:53:33 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe black harp (📝Marcella Boccia) Beneath the lights of Dublin’s glow I sat where winter winds did blow And found my skin a canvas bare For ink to weave a story there An harp so small yet full of might A blackened echo in the night Its strings though...The black harp
(📝Marcella Boccia)
Beneath the lights
of Dublin’s glow
I sat where winter
winds did blow
And found my skin
a canvas bare
For ink to weave
a story there
An harp so small
yet full of might
A blackened echo
in the night
Its strings
though silent
still do sing
Of ancient kings
of Ireland’s spring
For Brian
mighty in his reign
Whose blood
through time
will still remain
Did carry songs
upon the breeze
That whispered soft
through Celtic trees
A symbol carved
upon my skin
To mark the fire
that burns within
The heart of Ireland
fierce and free
A pulse that calls
through history
And as the ink
now settles deep
I feel the weight
of oaths to keep
For in that harp
both proud and pure
I hold the past
that will endure
A Christmas gift
beneath the stars
A bridge from now
to ancient wars
To Brian’s dream
to Celtic lore
A tattooed song
forevermore]]>117beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean144fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-borderline-storm--63661184The borderline storm
(📝Marcella Boccia)
They see my smile
my fleeting grace
A life they covet
a lucky face
But within this frame
a tempest swirls
A chaos where my mind
unfurls
Each breath
a war
each thought
a knife
This isn’t living
it’s borrowed life
My heart
it races without cause
A drumbeat born
of broken laws
The panic rises
grips my soul
A chasm deep
a gaping hole
And in its grasp
I fight to stand
A prisoner
of my own hand
Oh they speak of joy
of love
of light
They cannot see
my endless night
The storms within
the silent screams
The fractured self
the splintered dreams
To them
I’m blessed
a fleeting star
Not a soul
with wounds that scar
They cannot know
they will not see
The razor edge
inside of me
Oh Dublin
hear my shadowed cry
These cobblestones
where I could lie
And let this storm
find quiet skies
Before I’m lost
where silence lies]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63661184Sun, 12 Jan 2025 01:41:49 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe borderline storm (📝Marcella Boccia) They see my smile my fleeting grace A life they covet a lucky face But within this frame a tempest swirls A chaos where my mind unfurls Each breath a war each thought a knife This isn’t living it’s borrowed life...The borderline storm
(📝Marcella Boccia)
They see my smile
my fleeting grace
A life they covet
a lucky face
But within this frame
a tempest swirls
A chaos where my mind
unfurls
Each breath
a war
each thought
a knife
This isn’t living
it’s borrowed life
My heart
it races without cause
A drumbeat born
of broken laws
The panic rises
grips my soul
A chasm deep
a gaping hole
And in its grasp
I fight to stand
A prisoner
of my own hand
Oh they speak of joy
of love
of light
They cannot see
my endless night
The storms within
the silent screams
The fractured self
the splintered dreams
To them
I’m blessed
a fleeting star
Not a soul
with wounds that scar
They cannot know
they will not see
The razor edge
inside of me
Oh Dublin
hear my shadowed cry
These cobblestones
where I could lie
And let this storm
find quiet skies
Before I’m lost
where silence lies]]>117beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean143fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/footprints-of-the-poet--63661165Footprints of the poet
(📝Marcella Boccia)
I tread where Yeats
once walked alone
His voice now echoes
through the stone
Each cobbled step
a fleeting rhyme
Each shadow
whispers of his time
The city’s breath
a restless thing
Aching with songs
it cannot sing
And I
a stranger
not my own
Am bound by words
I’ve never known
Beneath my feet
her footprints lay
Rachel’s art
her silent play
Yet more than bronze
beneath my heel
The weight of verse
I cannot seal
For madness waits
a patient guest
When silence
robs the soul of rest
And so I write
though not my tongue
A borrowed hymn
a song unsung
Oh Yeats
your shadow burns my mind
A blazing torch
I cannot bind
Your words
a mirror
cold and clear
Reflect the truths
I’d most revere
I walk your streets
your sacred ground
The rebel’s cry
the mournful sound
In every step
in every stone
I hear the voice
that claims my own
This need to write
this fierce demand
To grasp the fleeting
with my hand
To carve the chaos into line
To wrest from sorrow
something divine
And though the verses
twist and fray
And language falters
falls away
These borrowed words
though not my start
Have now become
my restless heart]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63661165Sun, 12 Jan 2025 01:33:16 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAFootprints of the poet (📝Marcella Boccia) I tread where Yeats once walked alone His voice now echoes through the stone Each cobbled step a fleeting rhyme Each shadow whispers of his time The city’s breath a restless thing Aching with songs it cannot...Footprints of the poet
(📝Marcella Boccia)
I tread where Yeats
once walked alone
His voice now echoes
through the stone
Each cobbled step
a fleeting rhyme
Each shadow
whispers of his time
The city’s breath
a restless thing
Aching with songs
it cannot sing
And I
a stranger
not my own
Am bound by words
I’ve never known
Beneath my feet
her footprints lay
Rachel’s art
her silent play
Yet more than bronze
beneath my heel
The weight of verse
I cannot seal
For madness waits
a patient guest
When silence
robs the soul of rest
And so I write
though not my tongue
A borrowed hymn
a song unsung
Oh Yeats
your shadow burns my mind
A blazing torch
I cannot bind
Your words
a mirror
cold and clear
Reflect the truths
I’d most revere
I walk your streets
your sacred ground
The rebel’s cry
the mournful sound
In every step
in every stone
I hear the voice
that claims my own
This need to write
this fierce demand
To grasp the fleeting
with my hand
To carve the chaos into line
To wrest from sorrow
something divine
And though the verses
twist and fray
And language falters
falls away
These borrowed words
though not my start
Have now become
my restless heart]]>151beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean142fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/at-the-steps-of-the-gpo--63629841At the steps of the GPO
(📝Marcella Boccia)
Beneath the pillars
stark and proud
Where rifles once
defied the crowd
A line now stretches
silent
still
A hunger deeper
than mere will
Their faces worn
by years of strife
Each glance
a shard of broken life
Men and women
old and young
With songs of sorrow
left unsung
I stood apart
my breath held tight
The ghosts of Easter
in the light
This sacred place
of rebel creed
Now bears the weight
of quiet need
The wind that whipped
the tricolor free
Now chills these souls
in poverty
The fight once waged
with steel and flame
Now battles hunger’s
endless shame
My heart rebelled
it burned
it wept
It cursed the crown
whose shadow crept
Whose greed still feeds
on distant shores
While here despair
knocks on the doors
Oh Ireland
land of grief and grace
How long
must famine haunt your face?
How cruel the chain
that binds anew
What freedom means
for so few of you
And yet
amidst this weary throng
A quiet courage
lingers strong
For in their eyes
though dimmed by care
A spark of something proud
is there
As I walked on
my soul did stay
Bound to that line
that bitter day
For what is poetry
but a cry
When faced with truths
that shan’t deny?]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63629841Thu, 09 Jan 2025 20:56:59 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAAt the steps of the GPO (📝Marcella Boccia) Beneath the pillars stark and proud Where rifles once defied the crowd A line now stretches silent still A hunger deeper than mere will Their faces worn by years of strife Each glance a shard of broken life...At the steps of the GPO
(📝Marcella Boccia)
Beneath the pillars
stark and proud
Where rifles once
defied the crowd
A line now stretches
silent
still
A hunger deeper
than mere will
Their faces worn
by years of strife
Each glance
a shard of broken life
Men and women
old and young
With songs of sorrow
left unsung
I stood apart
my breath held tight
The ghosts of Easter
in the light
This sacred place
of rebel creed
Now bears the weight
of quiet need
The wind that whipped
the tricolor free
Now chills these souls
in poverty
The fight once waged
with steel and flame
Now battles hunger’s
endless shame
My heart rebelled
it burned
it wept
It cursed the crown
whose shadow crept
Whose greed still feeds
on distant shores
While here despair
knocks on the doors
Oh Ireland
land of grief and grace
How long
must famine haunt your face?
How cruel the chain
that binds anew
What freedom means
for so few of you
And yet
amidst this weary throng
A quiet courage
lingers strong
For in their eyes
though dimmed by care
A spark of something proud
is there
As I walked on
my soul did stay
Bound to that line
that bitter day
For what is poetry
but a cry
When faced with truths
that shan’t deny?]]>153beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean141fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/on-a-winter-s-bench--63628605On a Winter’s Bench
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the shadowed
wintry skies
Outside the Library
where wisdom lies
I sit and speak
with an elder soul
His voice a balm
his words make whole
His charm is woven
rich and wise
A warmth that thaws
December’s ice
Like tea that soothes
with milk’s soft grace
His presence fills
this frozen space
The Parliament stands
its gates are sealed
A silent witness
a truth revealed
As festive stillness
claims the land
We linger here
hand near to hand
The world feels distant
time unwinds
The cold retreats
and solace binds
Oh Dublin
your breath in winter’s chill
Yet hearts can burn
and spirits fill
For words alone
when deeply cast
Can heal the wounds
of present and past
And in his gaze
I glimpse the light
That warms the soul
through darkest night]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63628605Thu, 09 Jan 2025 19:15:08 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAOn a Winter’s Bench - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the shadowed wintry skies Outside the Library where wisdom lies I sit and speak with an elder soul His voice a balm his words make whole His charm is woven rich and wise A warmth that thaws December’s...On a Winter’s Bench
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the shadowed
wintry skies
Outside the Library
where wisdom lies
I sit and speak
with an elder soul
His voice a balm
his words make whole
His charm is woven
rich and wise
A warmth that thaws
December’s ice
Like tea that soothes
with milk’s soft grace
His presence fills
this frozen space
The Parliament stands
its gates are sealed
A silent witness
a truth revealed
As festive stillness
claims the land
We linger here
hand near to hand
The world feels distant
time unwinds
The cold retreats
and solace binds
Oh Dublin
your breath in winter’s chill
Yet hearts can burn
and spirits fill
For words alone
when deeply cast
Can heal the wounds
of present and past
And in his gaze
I glimpse the light
That warms the soul
through darkest night]]>117beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean140fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/at-the-cobblestone--63625438At the Cobblestone
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the waning Dublin sky
The Cobblestone called
and so did I
To find where fiddles
wove their thread
And banished sorrow’s
weighty dread
The bodhrán’s thrum
the whistle’s sigh
Bound hearts as one
though none knew why
A pint of black
though sinless
crowned
The night
where laughter’s spell
was found
There sat a man
with beard of flame
His eyes
green embers
called my name
With tales of rebels
hills
and streams
He pulled me
into woven dreams
We spoke of nothing
yet so much
Our worries lost
to mirth’s soft touch
The world’s woes faded
thin as mist
Each word we shared
a fleeting tryst
His hand
so firm
an anchor there
Held fast
a yellow umbrella rare
A beacon bright
amid the gloom
A charm
against the future’s tomb
Oh guide of Dublinesque delight
Will you not linger
past this night
For in your voice
the lilt of song
That bids the weary heart
grow strong
The fiddles stilled
the clock struck late
Yet time seemed shy
to close its gate
For in his gaze
I dared to see
A life unbound
both wild and free
So raise the glass
let health return
Let fires of joy
within us burn
And though the night
must fade away
Its memory
will forever stay]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63625438Thu, 09 Jan 2025 14:23:31 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAAt the Cobblestone - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the waning Dublin sky The Cobblestone called and so did I To find where fiddles wove their thread And banished sorrow’s weighty dread The bodhrán’s thrum the whistle’s sigh Bound hearts as one though...At the Cobblestone
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the waning Dublin sky
The Cobblestone called
and so did I
To find where fiddles
wove their thread
And banished sorrow’s
weighty dread
The bodhrán’s thrum
the whistle’s sigh
Bound hearts as one
though none knew why
A pint of black
though sinless
crowned
The night
where laughter’s spell
was found
There sat a man
with beard of flame
His eyes
green embers
called my name
With tales of rebels
hills
and streams
He pulled me
into woven dreams
We spoke of nothing
yet so much
Our worries lost
to mirth’s soft touch
The world’s woes faded
thin as mist
Each word we shared
a fleeting tryst
His hand
so firm
an anchor there
Held fast
a yellow umbrella rare
A beacon bright
amid the gloom
A charm
against the future’s tomb
Oh guide of Dublinesque delight
Will you not linger
past this night
For in your voice
the lilt of song
That bids the weary heart
grow strong
The fiddles stilled
the clock struck late
Yet time seemed shy
to close its gate
For in his gaze
I dared to see
A life unbound
both wild and free
So raise the glass
let health return
Let fires of joy
within us burn
And though the night
must fade away
Its memory
will forever stay]]>151beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,yeatsclean139fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/celtic-cross-in-the-wind--63625333Celtic cross in the wind
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
A Celtic cross stands
jagged and worn
kissing the wind
where the ocean is torn
The waves crash below
a feral hymn
a dirge for the lost
for the shadows within
Its stone is rough
carved by the years
etched with whispers
soaked in tears
A relic of gods
of battles and scars
of moons that watched
beneath distant stars
The wind screams through it
raw and alive
like voices of ghosts
who refused to survive
Their stories are stitched
in the salt-stained air
rebels and lovers
the broken who dared
I see you there
in its shadowed gaze
a warrior’s heart
set ablaze
You kiss the storm
with a quiet defiance
a soft rebellion
a fierce reliance
The cross bows not
though time may demand
it grips the earth
with a weathered hand
Like you
it stands
where others would fall
a monument to freedom
to answering the call
And as the wind howls
I watch it bend
a fleeting gesture
a lover
a friend
The ocean roars
the cross stays true
a symbol of strength
like the soul in you]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63625333Thu, 09 Jan 2025 14:15:01 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIACeltic cross in the wind - (📝Marcella Boccia) - A Celtic cross stands jagged and worn kissing the wind where the ocean is torn The waves crash below a feral hymn a dirge for the lost for the shadows within Its stone is rough carved by the years etched...Celtic cross in the wind
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
A Celtic cross stands
jagged and worn
kissing the wind
where the ocean is torn
The waves crash below
a feral hymn
a dirge for the lost
for the shadows within
Its stone is rough
carved by the years
etched with whispers
soaked in tears
A relic of gods
of battles and scars
of moons that watched
beneath distant stars
The wind screams through it
raw and alive
like voices of ghosts
who refused to survive
Their stories are stitched
in the salt-stained air
rebels and lovers
the broken who dared
I see you there
in its shadowed gaze
a warrior’s heart
set ablaze
You kiss the storm
with a quiet defiance
a soft rebellion
a fierce reliance
The cross bows not
though time may demand
it grips the earth
with a weathered hand
Like you
it stands
where others would fall
a monument to freedom
to answering the call
And as the wind howls
I watch it bend
a fleeting gesture
a lover
a friend
The ocean roars
the cross stays true
a symbol of strength
like the soul in you]]>117clean138fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/dark-thoughts--63625293Dark thoughts
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We walked
through Dublins streets
the cold sharp and real
while I spoke
of the darkness
the numbness I feel
How life is a cycle
so boring
so gray
how every breath
feels like it’s wasting
the day
I told you of thoughts
that came
uninvited
the weight of the silence
the moments ignited
How I crave the chaos
the fire
the spark
how without it
my soul just drifts
in the dark
And you
with your wisdom
so steady
so calm
spoke of the storms
of finding a balm
Of how life
isn’t just thrills
but the quiet and peace
and how even the broken
can find a release
I walked in your words
your steady refrain
as the cold cut through us
the wind like a chain
You said I needed to feel
but not in the rush
that life’s beauty
lies in the stillness
the hush
But still
in my chest
the hunger won’t cease
the need for the wild
the crave for release
Yet your voice was a tether
pulling me back
reminding me gently
that peace isn’t lack
We walked in the night
the city asleep
while the secrets I told you
I wanted to keep
But for once
the cold felt
like more than a threat
it felt like a space
where my heart
could forget]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63625293Thu, 09 Jan 2025 14:09:16 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIADark thoughts - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We walked through Dublins streets the cold sharp and real while I spoke of the darkness the numbness I feel How life is a cycle so boring so gray how every breath feels like it’s wasting the day I told you of...Dark thoughts
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We walked
through Dublins streets
the cold sharp and real
while I spoke
of the darkness
the numbness I feel
How life is a cycle
so boring
so gray
how every breath
feels like it’s wasting
the day
I told you of thoughts
that came
uninvited
the weight of the silence
the moments ignited
How I crave the chaos
the fire
the spark
how without it
my soul just drifts
in the dark
And you
with your wisdom
so steady
so calm
spoke of the storms
of finding a balm
Of how life
isn’t just thrills
but the quiet and peace
and how even the broken
can find a release
I walked in your words
your steady refrain
as the cold cut through us
the wind like a chain
You said I needed to feel
but not in the rush
that life’s beauty
lies in the stillness
the hush
But still
in my chest
the hunger won’t cease
the need for the wild
the crave for release
Yet your voice was a tether
pulling me back
reminding me gently
that peace isn’t lack
We walked in the night
the city asleep
while the secrets I told you
I wanted to keep
But for once
the cold felt
like more than a threat
it felt like a space
where my heart
could forget]]>147clean137fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/stockholm-syndrome--63625214Stockholm syndrome
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We walked through Dublin
the cold biting deep
but the city was ours
no promises to keep
The streets whispered secrets
the night did not care
we were rebels in the frost
with the wind in our hair
I spoke of India
of its twisted mind
of Stockholm’s grip
of being confined
How the heart can love
what hurts the most
how the soul can tether itself
to a ghost
You listened in silence
the frost in your breath
as I told of the chains
that bind until death
Of love turned poison
of the mind’s cruel game
and how you can’t escape
once
they’ve called your name
Dublin’s streets were alive
but we were dead
walking ghosts
both lost in our heads
The cold didn’t matter
the world could freeze
we were two in the night
driven by disease
So we walked on
the wind howling in time
our words and the cold
were a perfect rhyme
I spoke of love
twisted and wrong
and you just listened
where you belonged]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63625214Thu, 09 Jan 2025 14:00:40 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAStockholm syndrome - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We walked through Dublin the cold biting deep but the city was ours no promises to keep The streets whispered secrets the night did not care we were rebels in the frost with the wind in our hair I spoke of...Stockholm syndrome
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We walked through Dublin
the cold biting deep
but the city was ours
no promises to keep
The streets whispered secrets
the night did not care
we were rebels in the frost
with the wind in our hair
I spoke of India
of its twisted mind
of Stockholm’s grip
of being confined
How the heart can love
what hurts the most
how the soul can tether itself
to a ghost
You listened in silence
the frost in your breath
as I told of the chains
that bind until death
Of love turned poison
of the mind’s cruel game
and how you can’t escape
once
they’ve called your name
Dublin’s streets were alive
but we were dead
walking ghosts
both lost in our heads
The cold didn’t matter
the world could freeze
we were two in the night
driven by disease
So we walked on
the wind howling in time
our words and the cold
were a perfect rhyme
I spoke of love
twisted and wrong
and you just listened
where you belonged]]>117clean136fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-tea-at-hyde--63625124The tea at Hyde
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We sat in the dim light
of Hyde’s embrace
the city’s hum
fading into space
The silver teapot
the black cups cold
our hands wrapped
around stories untold
You taught me the art
the subtle grace
of waiting
of patience
in this quiet place
Two drops of milk
like secrets shared
in the dark brew
both daring and paired
The steam rose
but so did the weight
of unspoken words
of hearts too late
You showed me
how to make it right
how to let time slow
down the night
In the silence
in the swirling brew
I learned more of me
and more of you
A dark ritual
a quiet fight
waiting for the perfect
bite
So we sipped in the dark
and let it seep
through the cracks of our souls
so deep
The tea was more
than warmth in the night
it was a moment stolen
from the fight]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63625124Thu, 09 Jan 2025 13:43:55 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe tea at Hyde - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We sat in the dim light of Hyde’s embrace the city’s hum fading into space The silver teapot the black cups cold our hands wrapped around stories untold You taught me the art the subtle grace of waiting of...The tea at Hyde
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We sat in the dim light
of Hyde’s embrace
the city’s hum
fading into space
The silver teapot
the black cups cold
our hands wrapped
around stories untold
You taught me the art
the subtle grace
of waiting
of patience
in this quiet place
Two drops of milk
like secrets shared
in the dark brew
both daring and paired
The steam rose
but so did the weight
of unspoken words
of hearts too late
You showed me
how to make it right
how to let time slow
down the night
In the silence
in the swirling brew
I learned more of me
and more of you
A dark ritual
a quiet fight
waiting for the perfect
bite
So we sipped in the dark
and let it seep
through the cracks of our souls
so deep
The tea was more
than warmth in the night
it was a moment stolen
from the fight]]>117clean135fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/dublin-s-ghosts-in-the-wires--63625093Dublin’s ghosts in the wires
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
The streets hum
with electric veins
neon lights pulse
through modern lanes
Dublin’s face
both old and new
a city of past and future
in every view
Vikings’ shadows
under glass and steel
their blood
their fight
their ancient zeal
In every corner
in every scream
echoes of warriors
still in the dream
The machines buzz
the screens glow bright
but history’s fire still burns
through the night
The city moves
it breathes
it thrives
but the ghosts of the past
are still alive
Between the wires
the silicon
the code
there’s a river of stories
on every road
The Vikings came
and they stayed
in the stone
now their legacy
lives in the unknown
In this city of tech
of future’s claim
we walk the streets
we call their name
We carry the past
we wear it like a crown
rebels and warriors
never backing down
So let the screens glow
let the wires sing
Dublin’s heart
beats in the past’s wing
A city of legends
a city of pride
where the past and future
both collide]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63625093Thu, 09 Jan 2025 13:38:39 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIADublin’s ghosts in the wires - (📝Marcella Boccia) - The streets hum with electric veins neon lights pulse through modern lanes Dublin’s face both old and new a city of past and future in every view Vikings’ shadows under glass and steel their blood...Dublin’s ghosts in the wires
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
The streets hum
with electric veins
neon lights pulse
through modern lanes
Dublin’s face
both old and new
a city of past and future
in every view
Vikings’ shadows
under glass and steel
their blood
their fight
their ancient zeal
In every corner
in every scream
echoes of warriors
still in the dream
The machines buzz
the screens glow bright
but history’s fire still burns
through the night
The city moves
it breathes
it thrives
but the ghosts of the past
are still alive
Between the wires
the silicon
the code
there’s a river of stories
on every road
The Vikings came
and they stayed
in the stone
now their legacy
lives in the unknown
In this city of tech
of future’s claim
we walk the streets
we call their name
We carry the past
we wear it like a crown
rebels and warriors
never backing down
So let the screens glow
let the wires sing
Dublin’s heart
beats in the past’s wing
A city of legends
a city of pride
where the past and future
both collide]]>117clean134fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-bridge-of-rebellion--63624880The bridge of rebellion
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We crossed the bridge
the river beneath
the city split
but we were free
Dublin’s heart
beating strong
we dreamt of rebels
of righting the wrong
The English think
the world is theirs
they build their towers
they wear their prayers
But we saw the city
broken and scarred
fighting for freedom
standing guard
In the shadows of the past
we stood
imagining ourselves
as we should
rebels in the streets
taking the fight
liberating Dublin
in the dead of night
The river flowed
a cold
dark stream
carrying our thoughts
our silent scream
The bridge beneath us
the city ahead
we dreamt of a world
where the chains
were shed
So let them think
the world’s their own
we’ll burn in the dark
we’ll stand alone
For Dublin is ours
in heart and soul
rebels forever
making us whole]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63624880Thu, 09 Jan 2025 13:12:31 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe bridge of rebellion - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We crossed the bridge the river beneath the city split but we were free Dublin’s heart beating strong we dreamt of rebels of righting the wrong The English think the world is theirs they build their...The bridge of rebellion
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We crossed the bridge
the river beneath
the city split
but we were free
Dublin’s heart
beating strong
we dreamt of rebels
of righting the wrong
The English think
the world is theirs
they build their towers
they wear their prayers
But we saw the city
broken and scarred
fighting for freedom
standing guard
In the shadows of the past
we stood
imagining ourselves
as we should
rebels in the streets
taking the fight
liberating Dublin
in the dead of night
The river flowed
a cold
dark stream
carrying our thoughts
our silent scream
The bridge beneath us
the city ahead
we dreamt of a world
where the chains
were shed
So let them think
the world’s their own
we’ll burn in the dark
we’ll stand alone
For Dublin is ours
in heart and soul
rebels forever
making us whole]]>117clean133fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/heart-of-earth--63624073Heart of Earth
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Oh Ireland
heart of earth and sky
Where mountains rise
and rivers sigh
Your shores are kissed
by endless waves
A cradle for the wild
and brave
In fields of green
where grasses bow
The ghosts
of ancient warriors vow
To guard the soul
of every stone
And in your winds
their spirits roam
The hills that watch
the morning’s grace
Are witnesses
of time and place
Where heroes fell
and lovers met
And where the sun
in gold
is set
Your lakes
reflect the skies above
A mirror to your endless love
And in your song
the winds will tell
Of myths and dreams
of heaven and hell
Oh Ireland
with your heart so pure
Through storms
you’ve fought
through peace endured
Your beauty
in the world remains
A light
that never dims or wanes
I walk upon your soil
and know
That in your depths
the rivers flow
Not just with water
but with grace
That blesses
every tired face
Oh Ireland
in your heart I find
A love that haunts
the deepest mind
A spirit born
from land and sea
Forevermore
you live in me]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63624073Thu, 09 Jan 2025 11:24:40 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAHeart of Earth - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Oh Ireland heart of earth and sky Where mountains rise and rivers sigh Your shores are kissed by endless waves A cradle for the wild and brave In fields of green where grasses bow The ghosts of ancient warriors...Heart of Earth
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Oh Ireland
heart of earth and sky
Where mountains rise
and rivers sigh
Your shores are kissed
by endless waves
A cradle for the wild
and brave
In fields of green
where grasses bow
The ghosts
of ancient warriors vow
To guard the soul
of every stone
And in your winds
their spirits roam
The hills that watch
the morning’s grace
Are witnesses
of time and place
Where heroes fell
and lovers met
And where the sun
in gold
is set
Your lakes
reflect the skies above
A mirror to your endless love
And in your song
the winds will tell
Of myths and dreams
of heaven and hell
Oh Ireland
with your heart so pure
Through storms
you’ve fought
through peace endured
Your beauty
in the world remains
A light
that never dims or wanes
I walk upon your soil
and know
That in your depths
the rivers flow
Not just with water
but with grace
That blesses
every tired face
Oh Ireland
in your heart I find
A love that haunts
the deepest mind
A spirit born
from land and sea
Forevermore
you live in me]]>117clean132fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/dublin-s-duality--63624002Dublin’s duality
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin’s heart
where past and present
meet
The Docklands rise in sleek
cold
gleaming heat
Once
ships and salt
and laughter filled the air
Now glass towers
pierce the fog
with silent glare
The cobbles echo
footsteps of the old
Where once the port
was filled with tales untold
Yet now the pulse
is masked in chrome and steel
The heartbeats of the past
they cannot heal
I walked these streets
where ancient smoke did rise
Now they glisten
beneath the modern skies
And in the shadows
of the glass and stone
The whispers of the sailors
still are known
Dublin
with all your charm
your endless grace
You carry both
the slow and fleeting pace
The bustle of your streets
the quiet past
A city built on time
both slow and fast
The Docklands gleam
a symbol of your fight
To shed the skin
of yesterday’s dark night
But in your veins
the salt of history clings
And in your streets
the echoes still take wing
Oh Dublin
in your contradictions deep
You rise and fall
you wake and fall asleep
In glass and stone
your dreams
may touch the sky
Yet in your soul
the old songs never die]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63624002Thu, 09 Jan 2025 11:18:06 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIADublin’s duality - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin’s heart where past and present meet The Docklands rise in sleek cold gleaming heat Once ships and salt and laughter filled the air Now glass towers pierce the fog with silent glare The cobbles echo...Dublin’s duality
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin’s heart
where past and present
meet
The Docklands rise in sleek
cold
gleaming heat
Once
ships and salt
and laughter filled the air
Now glass towers
pierce the fog
with silent glare
The cobbles echo
footsteps of the old
Where once the port
was filled with tales untold
Yet now the pulse
is masked in chrome and steel
The heartbeats of the past
they cannot heal
I walked these streets
where ancient smoke did rise
Now they glisten
beneath the modern skies
And in the shadows
of the glass and stone
The whispers of the sailors
still are known
Dublin
with all your charm
your endless grace
You carry both
the slow and fleeting pace
The bustle of your streets
the quiet past
A city built on time
both slow and fast
The Docklands gleam
a symbol of your fight
To shed the skin
of yesterday’s dark night
But in your veins
the salt of history clings
And in your streets
the echoes still take wing
Oh Dublin
in your contradictions deep
You rise and fall
you wake and fall asleep
In glass and stone
your dreams
may touch the sky
Yet in your soul
the old songs never die]]>148clean131fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-harp-on-my-hand--63623938The harp on my hand
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I showed you
the ink on my right hand
a small harp
like the last strand
of Ireland’s heart
woven in the skin
where history and rebellion
begin
You
with your skin so clean
so bare
no ink to mark you
no sign to wear
But in your eyes
I see the flame
a fire that burns
though you’ve no name
The harp is more
than just a song
it’s freedom
it’s rebellion
it’s where I belong
It whispers of battles
of songs untold
of rebels and dreamers
both fierce and bold
In Ireland
it’s the symbol of the free
the sound of the soul
the fight to be
And when I showed it to you
that night
I wondered
if you saw the same light
You wear no symbols
but your spirit speaks
in the way you move
in the way you seek
The harp on my hand
is a battle cry
and maybe
just maybe
you hear it pass by
So while I carry this mark
so small
so bright
know that it’s more
than just ink in the night
It’s Ireland
it’s freedom
it’s the rebel’s call
and maybe one day
you’ll understand it all]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63623938Thu, 09 Jan 2025 11:06:57 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe harp on my hand - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I showed you the ink on my right hand a small harp like the last strand of Ireland’s heart woven in the skin where history and rebellion begin You with your skin so clean so bare no ink to mark you no sign to...The harp on my hand
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I showed you
the ink on my right hand
a small harp
like the last strand
of Ireland’s heart
woven in the skin
where history and rebellion
begin
You
with your skin so clean
so bare
no ink to mark you
no sign to wear
But in your eyes
I see the flame
a fire that burns
though you’ve no name
The harp is more
than just a song
it’s freedom
it’s rebellion
it’s where I belong
It whispers of battles
of songs untold
of rebels and dreamers
both fierce and bold
In Ireland
it’s the symbol of the free
the sound of the soul
the fight to be
And when I showed it to you
that night
I wondered
if you saw the same light
You wear no symbols
but your spirit speaks
in the way you move
in the way you seek
The harp on my hand
is a battle cry
and maybe
just maybe
you hear it pass by
So while I carry this mark
so small
so bright
know that it’s more
than just ink in the night
It’s Ireland
it’s freedom
it’s the rebel’s call
and maybe one day
you’ll understand it all]]>117clean129fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/age-is-a-lie--63623886Age is a lie
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I never asked
I never cared
how many years you’ve lived
how long you’ve stared
into the fire
the books
the dark
you carry time
but you leave no mark
You feel young
like the winds that scream
wild and free
like a restless dream
But in your eyes
there’s too much depth
too many stories
that steal your breath
You speak like a sage
but look like the night
your soul too old
for your youthful light
I can’t count the years
I can’t trace the line
between the child
and the man you define
Your knowledge is fire
burning bright
but you wear it like darkness
out of sight
Too young to know so much
it seems
but you are everything
that history dreams
So I don’t ask
and I don’t guess
your age is a secret
no need to confess
You’re timeless
a paradox
a flame
forever both
young and old
untamed]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63623886Thu, 09 Jan 2025 10:59:36 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAAge is a lie - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I never asked I never cared how many years you’ve lived how long you’ve stared into the fire the books the dark you carry time but you leave no mark You feel young like the winds that scream wild and free like a...Age is a lie
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I never asked
I never cared
how many years you’ve lived
how long you’ve stared
into the fire
the books
the dark
you carry time
but you leave no mark
You feel young
like the winds that scream
wild and free
like a restless dream
But in your eyes
there’s too much depth
too many stories
that steal your breath
You speak like a sage
but look like the night
your soul too old
for your youthful light
I can’t count the years
I can’t trace the line
between the child
and the man you define
Your knowledge is fire
burning bright
but you wear it like darkness
out of sight
Too young to know so much
it seems
but you are everything
that history dreams
So I don’t ask
and I don’t guess
your age is a secret
no need to confess
You’re timeless
a paradox
a flame
forever both
young and old
untamed]]>117clean128fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/through-the-glass--63622524Through the glass
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I sit where shadows
softly dwell
In Dublin’s heart
a private hell
Beyond the glass
the world takes flight
Unmoved by pain
my veiled night
The cobbled streets
in ceaseless flow
Faces come
and faces go
Yet here I freeze
my spirit bound
A silent scream
no echo found
An Irish tea
my fragile balm
To soothe the storm
to feign a calm
Its warmth
against my trembling frame
A fleeting shield
from fear’s cruel flame
They walk
they laugh
they never see
The frozen world
that lives in me
Where panic reigns
a specter’s grasp
And breath itself
becomes a task
Oh Dublin
city fierce and grand
Your life pours forth
a shifting sand
While I
ensnared
can only stare
Through fragile glass
at what’s not there
For in this moment
time has stilled
And yet the streets
with motion filled
A paradox
a cruel design
Their world untouched
while I lose mine]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622524Thu, 09 Jan 2025 08:01:26 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThrough the glass - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I sit where shadows softly dwell In Dublin’s heart a private hell Beyond the glass the world takes flight Unmoved by pain my veiled night The cobbled streets in ceaseless flow Faces come and faces go Yet here I...Through the glass
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I sit where shadows
softly dwell
In Dublin’s heart
a private hell
Beyond the glass
the world takes flight
Unmoved by pain
my veiled night
The cobbled streets
in ceaseless flow
Faces come
and faces go
Yet here I freeze
my spirit bound
A silent scream
no echo found
An Irish tea
my fragile balm
To soothe the storm
to feign a calm
Its warmth
against my trembling frame
A fleeting shield
from fear’s cruel flame
They walk
they laugh
they never see
The frozen world
that lives in me
Where panic reigns
a specter’s grasp
And breath itself
becomes a task
Oh Dublin
city fierce and grand
Your life pours forth
a shifting sand
While I
ensnared
can only stare
Through fragile glass
at what’s not there
For in this moment
time has stilled
And yet the streets
with motion filled
A paradox
a cruel design
Their world untouched
while I lose mine]]>117clean127fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/under-the-spire-s-shadow--63622501Under the Spire’s shadow
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
It was December
cold and wild
we met for the first time
both beguiled
Under the Spire
towering high
in O’Connell Street
where the dark
meets the sky
The city was alive
with a neon glow
the Christmas lights
casting shadows below
On the Post Office
so ancient
so grand
the colors of history
reflected on the land
Once a place of struggle
of voices so loud
now bathed in lights
under a festive shroud
But we didn’t see
the holiday cheer
we saw the past
and the things we fear
The flickering lights
red
green
and blue
mirrored the fire
that burned in you
We stood in the shadow
of the Spire’s might
the city alive
but we burned
through the night
No words were needed
just a glance
two rebels caught
in a twisted dance
The echoes of history
in the air we breathe
we stood together
in what we both believed
The world around us
both dark and bright
but in that moment
we held onto the night
Under the Spire
the city alive
we were free
we were fire
we would survive]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622501Thu, 09 Jan 2025 07:56:03 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAUnder the Spire’s shadow - (📝Marcella Boccia) - It was December cold and wild we met for the first time both beguiled Under the Spire towering high in O’Connell Street where the dark meets the sky The city was alive with a neon glow the Christmas...Under the Spire’s shadow
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
It was December
cold and wild
we met for the first time
both beguiled
Under the Spire
towering high
in O’Connell Street
where the dark
meets the sky
The city was alive
with a neon glow
the Christmas lights
casting shadows below
On the Post Office
so ancient
so grand
the colors of history
reflected on the land
Once a place of struggle
of voices so loud
now bathed in lights
under a festive shroud
But we didn’t see
the holiday cheer
we saw the past
and the things we fear
The flickering lights
red
green
and blue
mirrored the fire
that burned in you
We stood in the shadow
of the Spire’s might
the city alive
but we burned
through the night
No words were needed
just a glance
two rebels caught
in a twisted dance
The echoes of history
in the air we breathe
we stood together
in what we both believed
The world around us
both dark and bright
but in that moment
we held onto the night
Under the Spire
the city alive
we were free
we were fire
we would survive]]>117clean126fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-bench-between-the-pages--63622470The bench between the pages
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In the cold bite
of December air
we sat on the bench
a world laid bare
Between the Parliament’s stone
so gray
and Trinity’s halls
where memories stay
The library stood
silent and old
where Sinead’s voice
once sang so bold
Yeats whispered
in the dust and light
and we
rebels in the dark of night
We spoke of poets
of words that burn
of verses that twist
of hearts that yearn
Yeats
Wilde
and Pearse
all lost in time
their words etched in shadows
a rhythm
a rhyme
The cold ground beneath us
the world passed by
but in that moment
you and I
were the voices of the past
the ink-stained soul
burning with passion
out of control
We didn’t need
the books to read
for the poets lived
in the hearts that bleed
In that library’s silence
we found our voice
in the chaos of words
we made our choice
The bench
the night
the rain-soaked street
a rebel’s love
so raw
so sweet
And though the world
may turn away
we’ll speak of Yeats
in our own way]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622470Thu, 09 Jan 2025 07:49:47 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe bench between the pages - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In the cold bite of December air we sat on the bench a world laid bare Between the Parliament’s stone so gray and Trinity’s halls where memories stay The library stood silent and old where Sinead’s...The bench between the pages
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In the cold bite
of December air
we sat on the bench
a world laid bare
Between the Parliament’s stone
so gray
and Trinity’s halls
where memories stay
The library stood
silent and old
where Sinead’s voice
once sang so bold
Yeats whispered
in the dust and light
and we
rebels in the dark of night
We spoke of poets
of words that burn
of verses that twist
of hearts that yearn
Yeats
Wilde
and Pearse
all lost in time
their words etched in shadows
a rhythm
a rhyme
The cold ground beneath us
the world passed by
but in that moment
you and I
were the voices of the past
the ink-stained soul
burning with passion
out of control
We didn’t need
the books to read
for the poets lived
in the hearts that bleed
In that library’s silence
we found our voice
in the chaos of words
we made our choice
The bench
the night
the rain-soaked street
a rebel’s love
so raw
so sweet
And though the world
may turn away
we’ll speak of Yeats
in our own way]]>117clean125fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/freedom-s-edge--63622286Freedom’s edge
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I crave the wild
the untamed skies
where no one tells me
how to live or die
A rebel heart
unchained
unbound
I scream in silence
no cage to be found
Freedom is fire
burning in my veins
it’s chaos and calm
pleasure and pain
Not a law
not a rule
not a voice in my ear
just the roar of the world
that I refuse to fear
I’ll take the streets
the backroads
the fight
where the shadows dance
and the day is night
No chains will bind me
no hands will hold
I am the storm
the story untold
You might say I’m lost
or that I’m broken
but freedom is the truth
I’ve always spoken
It’s in the air
it’s in my soul
it’s the fractured pieces
that make me whole
No gods
no masters
no one to obey
I walk my own path
and I’ll never stray
For freedom’s not a gift
it’s a right
to live
to burn
to take flight
So hear me now
in the darkened street
I am the wild
I am complete
No chains
no rules
no fate to deny
just the truth of the wind
and the endless sky]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622286Thu, 09 Jan 2025 07:31:46 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAFreedom’s edge - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I crave the wild the untamed skies where no one tells me how to live or die A rebel heart unchained unbound I scream in silence no cage to be found Freedom is fire burning in my veins it’s chaos and calm pleasure...Freedom’s edge
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I crave the wild
the untamed skies
where no one tells me
how to live or die
A rebel heart
unchained
unbound
I scream in silence
no cage to be found
Freedom is fire
burning in my veins
it’s chaos and calm
pleasure and pain
Not a law
not a rule
not a voice in my ear
just the roar of the world
that I refuse to fear
I’ll take the streets
the backroads
the fight
where the shadows dance
and the day is night
No chains will bind me
no hands will hold
I am the storm
the story untold
You might say I’m lost
or that I’m broken
but freedom is the truth
I’ve always spoken
It’s in the air
it’s in my soul
it’s the fractured pieces
that make me whole
No gods
no masters
no one to obey
I walk my own path
and I’ll never stray
For freedom’s not a gift
it’s a right
to live
to burn
to take flight
So hear me now
in the darkened street
I am the wild
I am complete
No chains
no rules
no fate to deny
just the truth of the wind
and the endless sky]]>117clean124fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/beneath-the-celtic-sky--63622225Beneath the Celtic sky
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I’ve fought with fire
with blood
with soul
to calm the storm
to play my role
A heart that beats
in reckless time
a borderline pulse
so wild
so blind
But you
with your northern eyes so clear
speak without words
yet I feel you near
Your Celtic silence
your gentle hand
a quiet strength
like the shifting sand
I’ve tried to learn
your subtle art
to bury the chaos
that tears me apart
To hold my tongue
when the urge ignites
to tame the beast
in the dead of night
You don’t shout
you don’t scream
you hold your truth
in a whispered dream
I’ve watched you
calm in your own skin
as I burn with questions
I can’t begin
But here I stand
beneath your skies
not chasing fire
but tracing your eyes
For you are a man
of the unspoken
true
and I am learning
the quiet too
My punk heart struggles
it always will
to walk your path
to be still
Yet in this silence
I find my way
respecting you
in the wild disarray
So though I crave the chaos
the scream
I’ll hold it back for you
it seems
In your world of gentleness
I’ll stand
finding peace
in the touch of your hand]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622225Thu, 09 Jan 2025 07:24:30 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIABeneath the Celtic sky - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I’ve fought with fire with blood with soul to calm the storm to play my role A heart that beats in reckless time a borderline pulse so wild so blind But you with your northern eyes so clear speak without...Beneath the Celtic sky
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I’ve fought with fire
with blood
with soul
to calm the storm
to play my role
A heart that beats
in reckless time
a borderline pulse
so wild
so blind
But you
with your northern eyes so clear
speak without words
yet I feel you near
Your Celtic silence
your gentle hand
a quiet strength
like the shifting sand
I’ve tried to learn
your subtle art
to bury the chaos
that tears me apart
To hold my tongue
when the urge ignites
to tame the beast
in the dead of night
You don’t shout
you don’t scream
you hold your truth
in a whispered dream
I’ve watched you
calm in your own skin
as I burn with questions
I can’t begin
But here I stand
beneath your skies
not chasing fire
but tracing your eyes
For you are a man
of the unspoken
true
and I am learning
the quiet too
My punk heart struggles
it always will
to walk your path
to be still
Yet in this silence
I find my way
respecting you
in the wild disarray
So though I crave the chaos
the scream
I’ll hold it back for you
it seems
In your world of gentleness
I’ll stand
finding peace
in the touch of your hand]]>150clean123fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/under-the-shadow-of-christ-church--63622171Under the shadow of Christ Church
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I stood before Christ Church
cold stone and sky
watching the world pass
feeling time slip by
The homeless figure
sprawled on the bench
a statue of life
a soul left to quench
His gaze was lost
his face in despair
but I felt something deeper
hanging in the air
A reflection of us
lost in the dark
fighting for breath
leaving our mark
In that quiet
where the night
meets the dawn
I realized how fragile we are
how drawn
to the wreckage
to the fights
to the pain
we’re all just souls
caught in the rain
But here we are
against the odds
lucky to be
against the gods
We walk this path
bruised but alive
together
we’ll survive
we’ll thrive
You and I
like the man on the bench
defying the world
we never flinch
In the shadows
we stand
we rise
against the chaos
beneath the skies
So let them talk
of fortune and fame
we’ve found
something real
something untamed
Under the shadow
of that cold stone dome
I’m lucky to be with you
far from alone]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622171Thu, 09 Jan 2025 07:15:50 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAUnder the shadow of Christ Church - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I stood before Christ Church cold stone and sky watching the world pass feeling time slip by The homeless figure sprawled on the bench a statue of life a soul left to quench His gaze was lost...Under the shadow of Christ Church
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I stood before Christ Church
cold stone and sky
watching the world pass
feeling time slip by
The homeless figure
sprawled on the bench
a statue of life
a soul left to quench
His gaze was lost
his face in despair
but I felt something deeper
hanging in the air
A reflection of us
lost in the dark
fighting for breath
leaving our mark
In that quiet
where the night
meets the dawn
I realized how fragile we are
how drawn
to the wreckage
to the fights
to the pain
we’re all just souls
caught in the rain
But here we are
against the odds
lucky to be
against the gods
We walk this path
bruised but alive
together
we’ll survive
we’ll thrive
You and I
like the man on the bench
defying the world
we never flinch
In the shadows
we stand
we rise
against the chaos
beneath the skies
So let them talk
of fortune and fame
we’ve found
something real
something untamed
Under the shadow
of that cold stone dome
I’m lucky to be with you
far from alone]]>117clean122fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/whispers-at-the-cliffs--63622142Whispers at the Cliffs
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
The last day of the year
I stood alone
at the Cliffs of Moher
where the wind had grown
It howled like a beast
fierce and untamed
and I thought of you
as I played the game
The ocean roared below
a deadly kiss
the wind’s fingers
pulling me into the abyss
But I held on tight
like love’s cruel fight
feeling the rain
heavy as the night
It fell like tears
not of sorrow
but joy
each drop a memory
a fleeting ploy
I thought of your smile
of your laugh so wild
of the way you’d speak
with a heart unstyled
In a fisherman’s village
with the sea at my back
I ate the best fish and chips
no looking back
Salt on my lips
the taste of the sea
but it was your absence
that haunted me
The waves crashed loud
the wind screamed its tale
but you were far
beyond the veil
Yet in that moment
under the cold
dark sky
I felt you near
though I couldn’t deny
The emotions tangled
like ropes in the storm
a punk heart beating
so ragged
so worn
But I’ll keep this night
where the rain ran free
the memory of you
and the wild
salty sea]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622142Thu, 09 Jan 2025 07:08:11 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAWhispers at the Cliffs - (📝Marcella Boccia) - The last day of the year I stood alone at the Cliffs of Moher where the wind had grown It howled like a beast fierce and untamed and I thought of you as I played the game The ocean roared below a deadly...Whispers at the Cliffs
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
The last day of the year
I stood alone
at the Cliffs of Moher
where the wind had grown
It howled like a beast
fierce and untamed
and I thought of you
as I played the game
The ocean roared below
a deadly kiss
the wind’s fingers
pulling me into the abyss
But I held on tight
like love’s cruel fight
feeling the rain
heavy as the night
It fell like tears
not of sorrow
but joy
each drop a memory
a fleeting ploy
I thought of your smile
of your laugh so wild
of the way you’d speak
with a heart unstyled
In a fisherman’s village
with the sea at my back
I ate the best fish and chips
no looking back
Salt on my lips
the taste of the sea
but it was your absence
that haunted me
The waves crashed loud
the wind screamed its tale
but you were far
beyond the veil
Yet in that moment
under the cold
dark sky
I felt you near
though I couldn’t deny
The emotions tangled
like ropes in the storm
a punk heart beating
so ragged
so worn
But I’ll keep this night
where the rain ran free
the memory of you
and the wild
salty sea]]>117clean121fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/stefan-s-day-under-liffey-s-eye--63622112Stefan’s day under Liffey’s eye
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
On Saint Stephen’s Day
we dared to drink
Guinness non-alcoholic
made us think
In The Bottle Boy
by the Liffey’s edge
we sat
our thoughts a razor’s wedge
The river flowed
like a secret told
its waters cold
its stories bold
Across the bridge
in the misty gray
the ship stood still
a ghost of the day
The famine’s shadow
still lingers here
its grip tight
on a land we hold dear
But we toasted the past
with toast in hand
a quiet rebellion
a love unplanned
You laughed as the ship swayed
so distant
and I felt the weight
both fierce and persistent
The Irish sailed away
yet stayed inside
in every pint
in every tide
The Bottle Boy’s
warmth couldn’t chase the cold
but there we were
both young and old
In that moment
between the river and sky
we were rebels
you and I
The ship whispers
of those long gone
of hunger
of hope
of battles drawn
Yet here we are
in the dark and light
drinking to the past
in the fading night]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622112Thu, 09 Jan 2025 07:00:42 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAStefan’s day under Liffey’s eye - (📝Marcella Boccia) - On Saint Stephen’s Day we dared to drink Guinness non-alcoholic made us think In The Bottle Boy by the Liffey’s edge we sat our thoughts a razor’s wedge The river flowed like a secret told its...Stefan’s day under Liffey’s eye
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
On Saint Stephen’s Day
we dared to drink
Guinness non-alcoholic
made us think
In The Bottle Boy
by the Liffey’s edge
we sat
our thoughts a razor’s wedge
The river flowed
like a secret told
its waters cold
its stories bold
Across the bridge
in the misty gray
the ship stood still
a ghost of the day
The famine’s shadow
still lingers here
its grip tight
on a land we hold dear
But we toasted the past
with toast in hand
a quiet rebellion
a love unplanned
You laughed as the ship swayed
so distant
and I felt the weight
both fierce and persistent
The Irish sailed away
yet stayed inside
in every pint
in every tide
The Bottle Boy’s
warmth couldn’t chase the cold
but there we were
both young and old
In that moment
between the river and sky
we were rebels
you and I
The ship whispers
of those long gone
of hunger
of hope
of battles drawn
Yet here we are
in the dark and light
drinking to the past
in the fading night]]>117clean120fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-bronze-whisper--63622090The bronze whisper
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I’d trade my skin
for bronze and stone
to stand in Dublin
all alone
Among the statues
cold and tall
a silent witness to it all
A leprechaun’s spell
a twisted wish
turn me to metal
a ghostly dish
In the square
where tourists pass
I’ll stand
unmoving
in the glass
And when you walk
by with your tales so grand
telling stories
of this cursed land
you’ll stop before me
a knowing glance
and speak of a time
a fleeting dance
Once she stood
under a yellow umbrella
her laugh sharp
as the city’s fella
And in that moment
frozen
still
I’ll live again
beneath your will
I won’t feel the rain
nor the cold
but in your words
I’ll be bold
A memory
trapped in bronze
in view
waiting for you
to remember too
So let the leprechaun
work his charm
turn me to bronze
without alarm
For one sweet day
in the tourist swarm
you’ll say my name
and I’ll feel warm]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63622090Thu, 09 Jan 2025 06:54:23 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe bronze whisper - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I’d trade my skin for bronze and stone to stand in Dublin all alone Among the statues cold and tall a silent witness to it all A leprechaun’s spell a twisted wish turn me to metal a ghostly dish In the square...The bronze whisper
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I’d trade my skin
for bronze and stone
to stand in Dublin
all alone
Among the statues
cold and tall
a silent witness to it all
A leprechaun’s spell
a twisted wish
turn me to metal
a ghostly dish
In the square
where tourists pass
I’ll stand
unmoving
in the glass
And when you walk
by with your tales so grand
telling stories
of this cursed land
you’ll stop before me
a knowing glance
and speak of a time
a fleeting dance
Once she stood
under a yellow umbrella
her laugh sharp
as the city’s fella
And in that moment
frozen
still
I’ll live again
beneath your will
I won’t feel the rain
nor the cold
but in your words
I’ll be bold
A memory
trapped in bronze
in view
waiting for you
to remember too
So let the leprechaun
work his charm
turn me to bronze
without alarm
For one sweet day
in the tourist swarm
you’ll say my name
and I’ll feel warm]]>117clean119fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/above-dublin-below-my-heart--63621855Above Dublin below my heart
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I soar
above Dublin’s shattered glow
city lights fading
an ember’s low
The plane hums on
a ghost in flight
but it’s you
I chase in the dead of night
Below
the streets are cold and bare
but in my chest
a fire
a flare
A love unspoken
a distant ache
a feeling that twists
with every break
I think of you
of the nights we’ve missed
of what could’ve been
of what still exists
A love that’s buried
in the darkened sky
platonically bleeding
you and I
No touch
no kiss
no whispered name
just a longing that burns
like a dangerous flame
I’ll leave the city
but you’ll stay inside
a ghost in my mind
nowhere to hide
Back to Italy
where skies are clear
but your shadow will follow
always near
I’ll carry you with me
though you’ll never know
my punked-out love
forever in shadow
So as the engines
scream and we fly away
I’ll think of you
in the darkest way
A love unclaimed
a dream untold
in the air above Dublin
silent and bold]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621855Thu, 09 Jan 2025 06:45:13 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAAbove Dublin below my heart - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I soar above Dublin’s shattered glow city lights fading an ember’s low The plane hums on a ghost in flight but it’s you I chase in the dead of night Below the streets are cold and bare but in my chest...Above Dublin below my heart
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I soar
above Dublin’s shattered glow
city lights fading
an ember’s low
The plane hums on
a ghost in flight
but it’s you
I chase in the dead of night
Below
the streets are cold and bare
but in my chest
a fire
a flare
A love unspoken
a distant ache
a feeling that twists
with every break
I think of you
of the nights we’ve missed
of what could’ve been
of what still exists
A love that’s buried
in the darkened sky
platonically bleeding
you and I
No touch
no kiss
no whispered name
just a longing that burns
like a dangerous flame
I’ll leave the city
but you’ll stay inside
a ghost in my mind
nowhere to hide
Back to Italy
where skies are clear
but your shadow will follow
always near
I’ll carry you with me
though you’ll never know
my punked-out love
forever in shadow
So as the engines
scream and we fly away
I’ll think of you
in the darkest way
A love unclaimed
a dream untold
in the air above Dublin
silent and bold]]>117clean118fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/between-abbey-street-and-the-point--63621730Between Abbey Street and The Point
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I ride the tram
through Dublin’s veins
clanging tracks
in my restless brain
Abbey Street fades
the city sighs
while I trace our memories
blackened skies
The cold glass
presses against my skin
as the lights blur
your face again
In the hum of wheels
I hear your name
a ghost
a fire
an endless flame
The Docklands
stretch like skeletal arms
with echoes of your laughter
your charms
But I am alone
just the rhythm and me
in a city that knows
but will never see
The Point looms ahead
like a shadowed truth
the distance between us
a fading youth
I think of you
of the nights we bled
of whispered words
of what was said
Beckett Locke
waits in the dead of night
a lonely room
but my mind takes flight
I taste your presence
in the neon glow
but you’re not here
and you won’t show
The tram jolts on
the city is gone
but your ghost still lingers
holding on
In the streets
in the glas
in the endless rain
I’ll carry your memory
my sweet pain]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621730Thu, 09 Jan 2025 06:21:02 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIABetween Abbey Street and The Point - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I ride the tram through Dublin’s veins clanging tracks in my restless brain Abbey Street fades the city sighs while I trace our memories blackened skies The cold glass presses against my skin...Between Abbey Street and The Point
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I ride the tram
through Dublin’s veins
clanging tracks
in my restless brain
Abbey Street fades
the city sighs
while I trace our memories
blackened skies
The cold glass
presses against my skin
as the lights blur
your face again
In the hum of wheels
I hear your name
a ghost
a fire
an endless flame
The Docklands
stretch like skeletal arms
with echoes of your laughter
your charms
But I am alone
just the rhythm and me
in a city that knows
but will never see
The Point looms ahead
like a shadowed truth
the distance between us
a fading youth
I think of you
of the nights we bled
of whispered words
of what was said
Beckett Locke
waits in the dead of night
a lonely room
but my mind takes flight
I taste your presence
in the neon glow
but you’re not here
and you won’t show
The tram jolts on
the city is gone
but your ghost still lingers
holding on
In the streets
in the glas
in the endless rain
I’ll carry your memory
my sweet pain]]>117clean117fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-shadows-of-dublin-s-pubs--63621699The shadows of Dublin’s pubs
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the neon
where Guinness flows
the heart of Dublin
beats and glows
But here in the dark
where secrets keep
the city whispers
while others sleep
Sticky floors
and shattered glass
ghosts of rebels
shadows cast
A cigarette burns
a fleeting light
in a corner booth
the edge of night
Your laughter’s sharp
a blade
a dare
it cuts the smoke
it fills the air
The pint in your hand
a rebel’s crown
the pub’s your kingdom
dark and drowned
Talk to me of poets
of songs unsung
of revolutions fought
and battles won
Let your voice rise
like the roar of the sea
a hymn to the lost
to those who flee
For Dublin’s pubs
are a sacred den
a sanctuary
for broken men
But here we rise
with glass in hand
a rebel’s toast
a love unmanned
So drink with me
let’s haunt the night
where shadows
burn in amber light
Your Dublin’s dark
but I’ll play my part
a punked
out queen
for your whiskey heart]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621699Thu, 09 Jan 2025 06:14:48 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe shadows of Dublin’s pubs - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the neon where Guinness flows the heart of Dublin beats and glows But here in the dark where secrets keep the city whispers while others sleep Sticky floors and shattered glass ghosts of...The shadows of Dublin’s pubs
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the neon
where Guinness flows
the heart of Dublin
beats and glows
But here in the dark
where secrets keep
the city whispers
while others sleep
Sticky floors
and shattered glass
ghosts of rebels
shadows cast
A cigarette burns
a fleeting light
in a corner booth
the edge of night
Your laughter’s sharp
a blade
a dare
it cuts the smoke
it fills the air
The pint in your hand
a rebel’s crown
the pub’s your kingdom
dark and drowned
Talk to me of poets
of songs unsung
of revolutions fought
and battles won
Let your voice rise
like the roar of the sea
a hymn to the lost
to those who flee
For Dublin’s pubs
are a sacred den
a sanctuary
for broken men
But here we rise
with glass in hand
a rebel’s toast
a love unmanned
So drink with me
let’s haunt the night
where shadows
burn in amber light
Your Dublin’s dark
but I’ll play my part
a punked
out queen
for your whiskey heart]]>117clean116fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/fire-and-frost--63621649Fire and frost
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Your beard burns red
a rebel’s blaze
a wildfire lit
in the ancient haze
Eyes like shards
of shattered skies
cold as truth
sharp as lies
But beneath the frost
a warmth resides
an heart that beats
where shadow hides
You wear your softness
like a scar
a quiet rebel
a falling star
Your words cut deep
carved from lore
echoes of myths
battles
and more
A poet’s tongue
with a fighter’s grit
wisdom dressed
in a punk misfit
Let me taste
the fire you fear to show
the embered soul
you let barely glow
I’ll wear your darkness
your light
your flame
a whispered secret
a feral name
For you are Ireland
in flesh and bone
wild and tender
fierce and alone
So take my hand
let’s break apart
I’ll kiss the fire
and you’ll burn my heart]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621649Thu, 09 Jan 2025 06:05:09 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAFire and frost - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Your beard burns red a rebel’s blaze a wildfire lit in the ancient haze Eyes like shards of shattered skies cold as truth sharp as lies But beneath the frost a warmth resides an heart that beats where shadow hides...Fire and frost
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Your beard burns red
a rebel’s blaze
a wildfire lit
in the ancient haze
Eyes like shards
of shattered skies
cold as truth
sharp as lies
But beneath the frost
a warmth resides
an heart that beats
where shadow hides
You wear your softness
like a scar
a quiet rebel
a falling star
Your words cut deep
carved from lore
echoes of myths
battles
and more
A poet’s tongue
with a fighter’s grit
wisdom dressed
in a punk misfit
Let me taste
the fire you fear to show
the embered soul
you let barely glow
I’ll wear your darkness
your light
your flame
a whispered secret
a feral name
For you are Ireland
in flesh and bone
wild and tender
fierce and alone
So take my hand
let’s break apart
I’ll kiss the fire
and you’ll burn my heart]]>117clean115fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-city-of-hollows-souls--63621619The city of hollows souls
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Three days
without the pills I take
that bind my mind
that mend and break
My thoughts are scattered
sharp and wild
a child
a ghost
an hollowed child
Through Dublin’s streets
I walk alone
A stranger
in my skin and bone
The world feels far
so cold
so near
A dream that flickers
full of fear
The faces blur
the voices crack
A silence roars
then pulls me back
The weight
of every desperate plea
A burden
too immense to see.
The beggars’ hands
the eyes that plead
The suffering soul
in desperate need
I feel their pain
I feel their loss
A tide that crashes
raw and cross
Yet still
I walk
I feel too much
The ache of others’ souls
I clutch
Their grief
becomes my beating heart
I am torn
and torn apart
Dublin
in your cold embrace
I walk through shadows
lost in space
Where all is strange
and none is whole
and I am
but a fractured soul
Each step I take
a fleeting trace
of who I was
of who I face
A shadow
passing through the day
A body
that will fade away]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621619Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:59:02 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe city of hollows souls - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Three days without the pills I take that bind my mind that mend and break My thoughts are scattered sharp and wild a child a ghost an hollowed child Through Dublin’s streets I walk alone A stranger in...The city of hollows souls
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Three days
without the pills I take
that bind my mind
that mend and break
My thoughts are scattered
sharp and wild
a child
a ghost
an hollowed child
Through Dublin’s streets
I walk alone
A stranger
in my skin and bone
The world feels far
so cold
so near
A dream that flickers
full of fear
The faces blur
the voices crack
A silence roars
then pulls me back
The weight
of every desperate plea
A burden
too immense to see.
The beggars’ hands
the eyes that plead
The suffering soul
in desperate need
I feel their pain
I feel their loss
A tide that crashes
raw and cross
Yet still
I walk
I feel too much
The ache of others’ souls
I clutch
Their grief
becomes my beating heart
I am torn
and torn apart
Dublin
in your cold embrace
I walk through shadows
lost in space
Where all is strange
and none is whole
and I am
but a fractured soul
Each step I take
a fleeting trace
of who I was
of who I face
A shadow
passing through the day
A body
that will fade away]]>117clean114fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/emerald-rebellion--63621596Emerald rebellion
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the veil
of endless green
where cliffs kiss skies
in shadows keen
your land bleeds wild
a rebel’s song
a hymn of ghosts
who still belong
The winds howl dark
through broken spires
fields of ash
long-dead fires
cathedrals cracked
their truths undone
your Ireland stands
a feral son
Rain carves
scars on ancient stone
your story whispered
never known
Whiskey burns
where hearts should beat
poisoned dreams
on cobbled streets
But oh
your veins run fierce
with fight
a whiskey-drunk
moonlit night
a broken crown
a shattered throne
Ireland
you are dark
alone
Take my hand
let’s haunt the bars
trace constellations
forgotten scars
Show me your rage
your tender wrath
together we’ll walk
the untamed path
For beauty
here is sharp and raw
a love that bites
a wolf’s wild paw
So burn with me
let’s tear it apart
your rebel Ireland
my restless heart]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621596Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:52:37 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAEmerald rebellion - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the veil of endless green where cliffs kiss skies in shadows keen your land bleeds wild a rebel’s song a hymn of ghosts who still belong The winds howl dark through broken spires fields of ash long-dead...Emerald rebellion
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Beneath the veil
of endless green
where cliffs kiss skies
in shadows keen
your land bleeds wild
a rebel’s song
a hymn of ghosts
who still belong
The winds howl dark
through broken spires
fields of ash
long-dead fires
cathedrals cracked
their truths undone
your Ireland stands
a feral son
Rain carves
scars on ancient stone
your story whispered
never known
Whiskey burns
where hearts should beat
poisoned dreams
on cobbled streets
But oh
your veins run fierce
with fight
a whiskey-drunk
moonlit night
a broken crown
a shattered throne
Ireland
you are dark
alone
Take my hand
let’s haunt the bars
trace constellations
forgotten scars
Show me your rage
your tender wrath
together we’ll walk
the untamed path
For beauty
here is sharp and raw
a love that bites
a wolf’s wild paw
So burn with me
let’s tear it apart
your rebel Ireland
my restless heart]]>117clean113fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-wandering-yellow-umbrella--63621579The wandering yellow umbrella
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
A yellow shade
upon the grey
It drifts where city
shadows lay
Through alleys dim
and markets loud
It floats above
the hurried crowd
No mortal hand
its path does steer
It wends through seasons
far and near
With silken spokes
and golden hue
A brighter world
it passes through
By baker’s stall
it halts to rest
Where laughter warms
the weary chest
It fans a breeze
for aching brows
Then moves where
gentle fate allows
A poet sees
its dancing arc
And scribbles verses
in the dark
A child laughs
beneath its wing
And learns again
how joy can sing
By lovers’ quarrels
it appears
To soften words
and dry their tears
And when the lonely
spy its glow
It whispers truths
they long to know
No voice it has
no force
no claim
Yet all who glimpse
it leave not the same
It trades in beauty
dreams
and grace
Then vanishes without a trace
O yellow wand’rer
fleeting fair
What ancient wisdom
do you bear?
The city sighs
as you depart
Yet keeps your glow
within its heart]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621579Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:46:39 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe wandering yellow umbrella - (📝Marcella Boccia) - A yellow shade upon the grey It drifts where city shadows lay Through alleys dim and markets loud It floats above the hurried crowd No mortal hand its path does steer It wends through seasons far...The wandering yellow umbrella
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
A yellow shade
upon the grey
It drifts where city
shadows lay
Through alleys dim
and markets loud
It floats above
the hurried crowd
No mortal hand
its path does steer
It wends through seasons
far and near
With silken spokes
and golden hue
A brighter world
it passes through
By baker’s stall
it halts to rest
Where laughter warms
the weary chest
It fans a breeze
for aching brows
Then moves where
gentle fate allows
A poet sees
its dancing arc
And scribbles verses
in the dark
A child laughs
beneath its wing
And learns again
how joy can sing
By lovers’ quarrels
it appears
To soften words
and dry their tears
And when the lonely
spy its glow
It whispers truths
they long to know
No voice it has
no force
no claim
Yet all who glimpse
it leave not the same
It trades in beauty
dreams
and grace
Then vanishes without a trace
O yellow wand’rer
fleeting fair
What ancient wisdom
do you bear?
The city sighs
as you depart
Yet keeps your glow
within its heart]]>117clean112fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-red-haired-maidens--63621527The red-haired maidens
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In the streets
where shadows creep
Walk maidens
young and bold
With hair of fire
and skin so pale
Their stories never told
Their jackets
soft as Viking fur
Embrace their frames
with pride
While skirts
so short
reveal the edge
Where innocence does hide
Their eyes
like pools of ancient flame
Are pools
that lure the soul
And in their laughter
cold as night
They make the dark take toll
The red-haired maidens
fierce and fair
With pelts of beasts
long gone
They walk the streets
in silence deep
Where shadows linger on
Like Viking queens
from long ago
They wear their power bright
And though their beauty
calls to you
It leads you
into night
So in their wake
I hear the sound
Of whispers from the past
Of warriors lost
and kings undone
In shadows they are cast]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621527Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:40:11 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe red-haired maidens - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In the streets where shadows creep Walk maidens young and bold With hair of fire and skin so pale Their stories never told Their jackets soft as Viking fur Embrace their frames with pride While skirts so...The red-haired maidens
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In the streets
where shadows creep
Walk maidens
young and bold
With hair of fire
and skin so pale
Their stories never told
Their jackets
soft as Viking fur
Embrace their frames
with pride
While skirts
so short
reveal the edge
Where innocence does hide
Their eyes
like pools of ancient flame
Are pools
that lure the soul
And in their laughter
cold as night
They make the dark take toll
The red-haired maidens
fierce and fair
With pelts of beasts
long gone
They walk the streets
in silence deep
Where shadows linger on
Like Viking queens
from long ago
They wear their power bright
And though their beauty
calls to you
It leads you
into night
So in their wake
I hear the sound
Of whispers from the past
Of warriors lost
and kings undone
In shadows they are cast]]>117clean111fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/upon-the-rainbow-s-arch--63621472Upon the rainbow’s arch
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
One winter’s eve
as dusk grew near
A whisper
touched my waiting ear
And there he stood
both sly and small
The leipreachán
his shadow tall
With emerald eyes
he took my hand
Come
he said
to a brighter land
Through cobblestone streets
we wove unseen
Till rain fell soft
a silver sheen
An arc of light
the rainbow’s span
Became the bridge
where we began
Upward we climbed
through hues so bright
To realms untouched
by sorrow’s blight
Below
the city dimmed and shrank
Its weight
its woes
its shadows dank
But here
above
the air was clear
No grief could reach
no whispered fear
We danced
where starlight
kissed the ground
Where joy and peace
alone were found
A golden stream
a gentle breeze
A realm where hearts
could rest with ease
Is this a dream?
I dared to say
For pain and loss
seem far away
The leipreachán
with knowing grin
Said
Truth is here
not where you’ve been
We walked
through glades of endless green
Through skies
where sun and moon convene
The world below
seemed faint
undone
Its heavy chords
no longer sung
But dreams must fade
as dreams will do
And back
I fell to life anew
Yet in my heart
remains that glow
Of lands I touched
where peace does grow
So when the rain
begins to fall
And Dublin’s streets
grow cold and small
I see his eyes
I feel his hand
And dream once more
of that bright land]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621472Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:34:04 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAUpon the rainbow’s arch - (📝Marcella Boccia) - One winter’s eve as dusk grew near A whisper touched my waiting ear And there he stood both sly and small The leipreachán his shadow tall With emerald eyes he took my hand Come he said to a brighter land...Upon the rainbow’s arch
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
One winter’s eve
as dusk grew near
A whisper
touched my waiting ear
And there he stood
both sly and small
The leipreachán
his shadow tall
With emerald eyes
he took my hand
Come
he said
to a brighter land
Through cobblestone streets
we wove unseen
Till rain fell soft
a silver sheen
An arc of light
the rainbow’s span
Became the bridge
where we began
Upward we climbed
through hues so bright
To realms untouched
by sorrow’s blight
Below
the city dimmed and shrank
Its weight
its woes
its shadows dank
But here
above
the air was clear
No grief could reach
no whispered fear
We danced
where starlight
kissed the ground
Where joy and peace
alone were found
A golden stream
a gentle breeze
A realm where hearts
could rest with ease
Is this a dream?
I dared to say
For pain and loss
seem far away
The leipreachán
with knowing grin
Said
Truth is here
not where you’ve been
We walked
through glades of endless green
Through skies
where sun and moon convene
The world below
seemed faint
undone
Its heavy chords
no longer sung
But dreams must fade
as dreams will do
And back
I fell to life anew
Yet in my heart
remains that glow
Of lands I touched
where peace does grow
So when the rain
begins to fall
And Dublin’s streets
grow cold and small
I see his eyes
I feel his hand
And dream once more
of that bright land]]>172clean110fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-dark-wood-of-the-pub--63621410The dark wood of the pub
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In the dark wood of the pub
I stand
Where shadows dance
with a ghostly hand
The oak is black
the air is thick
And all around
the spirits flick
The flicker of the fire’s
glow
Reveals the shapes
that creep below
Tiny feet and eyes
that gleam
Fae and demons
in my dream
Their laughter rises
cold and sharp
A haunting song
a twisted harp
The blackened wood
hums with their song
A symphony
that’s dark and long
Oh, how they whisper
soft and sweet
Their voices
twisting in the beat
Of time
where dreams and nightmares
meet
And all the world
in shadows greet
The pub
a place
where drink flows deep
But deeper
still the secrets keep
For in the black
of every beam
Lives the dark
of every dream
So in this wood
where I now stand
I see the fae
the darkened band
And as I drink
I feel them near
The demons that I hold
so dear]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621410Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:24:36 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe dark wood of the pub - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In the dark wood of the pub I stand Where shadows dance with a ghostly hand The oak is black the air is thick And all around the spirits flick The flicker of the fire’s glow Reveals the shapes that creep...The dark wood of the pub
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In the dark wood of the pub
I stand
Where shadows dance
with a ghostly hand
The oak is black
the air is thick
And all around
the spirits flick
The flicker of the fire’s
glow
Reveals the shapes
that creep below
Tiny feet and eyes
that gleam
Fae and demons
in my dream
Their laughter rises
cold and sharp
A haunting song
a twisted harp
The blackened wood
hums with their song
A symphony
that’s dark and long
Oh, how they whisper
soft and sweet
Their voices
twisting in the beat
Of time
where dreams and nightmares
meet
And all the world
in shadows greet
The pub
a place
where drink flows deep
But deeper
still the secrets keep
For in the black
of every beam
Lives the dark
of every dream
So in this wood
where I now stand
I see the fae
the darkened band
And as I drink
I feel them near
The demons that I hold
so dear]]>117clean19fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-scent-of-roasted-barley--63621349The scent of roasted barley
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin’s heart
where the Liffey flows
a smoky sweetness
on the cool wind blows
The barley burns
a humble hymn of toil
steeped in the memory
of Ireland’s soil
The cobblestones hum
with steps of old
whispering tales
that were brave and bold
Rebellion’s roar
a poet’s rhyme
Each stone a witness
to another time
Emerald hills
in the distance gleam
a land that moves
like a waking dream
The waves that crash
on the western shore
sing of the courage
that came before
From famine’s shadow
to freedom’s light
they held their ground
they fought the fight
With songs and stories
with wit and fire
they built a nation
to inspire
Oh, scent of barley
in the Dublin air
a fleeting trace
yet always there
It binds the past
to the present hour
a quiet strength
a steadfast power
Ireland
land of love and art
of broken chains
and a mended heart
your beauty’s deep
your spirit strong
a country built
on a ceaseless song]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621349Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:16:08 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe scent of roasted barley - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin’s heart where the Liffey flows a smoky sweetness on the cool wind blows The barley burns a humble hymn of toil steeped in the memory of Ireland’s soil The cobblestones hum with steps of old...The scent of roasted barley
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin’s heart
where the Liffey flows
a smoky sweetness
on the cool wind blows
The barley burns
a humble hymn of toil
steeped in the memory
of Ireland’s soil
The cobblestones hum
with steps of old
whispering tales
that were brave and bold
Rebellion’s roar
a poet’s rhyme
Each stone a witness
to another time
Emerald hills
in the distance gleam
a land that moves
like a waking dream
The waves that crash
on the western shore
sing of the courage
that came before
From famine’s shadow
to freedom’s light
they held their ground
they fought the fight
With songs and stories
with wit and fire
they built a nation
to inspire
Oh, scent of barley
in the Dublin air
a fleeting trace
yet always there
It binds the past
to the present hour
a quiet strength
a steadfast power
Ireland
land of love and art
of broken chains
and a mended heart
your beauty’s deep
your spirit strong
a country built
on a ceaseless song]]>117clean18fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-gaze-of-ireland--63621330The gaze of Ireland
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin’s streets
where shadows blend
I saw a gaze
that seemed to send
A story locked
within the eyes
Of ancient truths
and soft goodbyes
The people pass
their faces bright
But in their eyes
a fading light
A quiet sorrow
deep and clear
Of lands once lost
of love and fear
In Galway’s winds
beneath the sky
I met a gaze
that asked me why
The world had changed
had lost its grace
And left behind
that sacred place
Through every glance
a tale was spun
Of battles fought
and songs unsung
Of hearts that yearned
and souls that wept
In fields where dreams
had softly slept
Oh Ireland
in those silent looks
A thousand years
in memory crooks
Each gaze a bridge
to distant time,
Where hearts beat fierce
yet lost in rhyme
From Dublin’s streets
to Galway’s shore
The eyes I met
were evermore
A testament to all
that’s been
And all that waits
still yet unseen]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621330Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:09:00 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe gaze of Ireland - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin’s streets where shadows blend I saw a gaze that seemed to send A story locked within the eyes Of ancient truths and soft goodbyes The people pass their faces bright But in their eyes a fading light...The gaze of Ireland
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin’s streets
where shadows blend
I saw a gaze
that seemed to send
A story locked
within the eyes
Of ancient truths
and soft goodbyes
The people pass
their faces bright
But in their eyes
a fading light
A quiet sorrow
deep and clear
Of lands once lost
of love and fear
In Galway’s winds
beneath the sky
I met a gaze
that asked me why
The world had changed
had lost its grace
And left behind
that sacred place
Through every glance
a tale was spun
Of battles fought
and songs unsung
Of hearts that yearned
and souls that wept
In fields where dreams
had softly slept
Oh Ireland
in those silent looks
A thousand years
in memory crooks
Each gaze a bridge
to distant time,
Where hearts beat fierce
yet lost in rhyme
From Dublin’s streets
to Galway’s shore
The eyes I met
were evermore
A testament to all
that’s been
And all that waits
still yet unseen]]>117clean17fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/crying-gulls--63621296Crying gulls
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Through cobbled streets
where echoes dwell
Beneath the sky
a seagull’s knell
I wander
caught in winter’s breath
A fleeting life
a song of death
The cold wind bites
yet draws me near
To faces warm
and voices clear
Each stranger’s gaze
a tale untold
Of Dublin’s heart
both young and old
The gulls above
they scream and cry
Their endless hymn
a mourning sky
A city’s soul
in flight and sound
Where dreams are lost
and sometimes found
Oh Dublin fair
your winding ways
Your fleeting sun
your storm-filled days
Each cobblestone
a secret keeps
Each breeze
a whisper that never sleeps
Through you I walk
both lost and found
With every step
on sacred ground
The heart you bear
so fierce
so kind
A mirror
to my wandering mind
In cold embrace
you hold me tight
Your winter days
your restless night
I came to see
to feel
to know
But Dublin’s spirit
claims me so]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621296Thu, 09 Jan 2025 05:01:00 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIACrying gulls - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Through cobbled streets where echoes dwell Beneath the sky a seagull’s knell I wander caught in winter’s breath A fleeting life a song of death The cold wind bites yet draws me near To faces warm and voices clear...Crying gulls
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Through cobbled streets
where echoes dwell
Beneath the sky
a seagull’s knell
I wander
caught in winter’s breath
A fleeting life
a song of death
The cold wind bites
yet draws me near
To faces warm
and voices clear
Each stranger’s gaze
a tale untold
Of Dublin’s heart
both young and old
The gulls above
they scream and cry
Their endless hymn
a mourning sky
A city’s soul
in flight and sound
Where dreams are lost
and sometimes found
Oh Dublin fair
your winding ways
Your fleeting sun
your storm-filled days
Each cobblestone
a secret keeps
Each breeze
a whisper that never sleeps
Through you I walk
both lost and found
With every step
on sacred ground
The heart you bear
so fierce
so kind
A mirror
to my wandering mind
In cold embrace
you hold me tight
Your winter days
your restless night
I came to see
to feel
to know
But Dublin’s spirit
claims me so]]>117clean16fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/by-the-liffey-s-edge--63621126By the Liffey’s edge
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Weary feet
find solace still
I sink upon a bench
at will
Beside the river
swift and wide
That cleaves the city
side to side
An Life
they name it
soft and old
Its waters mirror
skies so cold
It hums a tune
of ages past
Of fleeting moments
never cast
A gull alights
so bold
so white
Upon the bench
in fading light
Its gaze
a quiet
steady flame
As if it knows
my untamed name
Companion
to my solitude
It breaks the spell
of silent brood
Its wings half-fold
a gentle guard
Against the night
so harsh
so hard
Does it wish
to mend my ache?
To share the sorrows
I can’t shake?
Or does it simply
pause to rest
While Liffey flows
a ceaseless guest?
I find no words
no tethered plea
Yet in its stillness
solace
free
Together there
we softly stay
Two wanderers
at close of day
And as the river
winds its way
Through Dublin’s heart
of stone and clay
I feel a calm
within me grow
A fleeting warmth
the gull bestows]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621126Thu, 09 Jan 2025 04:12:10 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIABy the Liffey’s edge - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Weary feet find solace still I sink upon a bench at will Beside the river swift and wide That cleaves the city side to side An Life they name it soft and old Its waters mirror skies so cold It hums a tune of...By the Liffey’s edge
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Weary feet
find solace still
I sink upon a bench
at will
Beside the river
swift and wide
That cleaves the city
side to side
An Life
they name it
soft and old
Its waters mirror
skies so cold
It hums a tune
of ages past
Of fleeting moments
never cast
A gull alights
so bold
so white
Upon the bench
in fading light
Its gaze
a quiet
steady flame
As if it knows
my untamed name
Companion
to my solitude
It breaks the spell
of silent brood
Its wings half-fold
a gentle guard
Against the night
so harsh
so hard
Does it wish
to mend my ache?
To share the sorrows
I can’t shake?
Or does it simply
pause to rest
While Liffey flows
a ceaseless guest?
I find no words
no tethered plea
Yet in its stillness
solace
free
Together there
we softly stay
Two wanderers
at close of day
And as the river
winds its way
Through Dublin’s heart
of stone and clay
I feel a calm
within me grow
A fleeting warmth
the gull bestows]]>117clean15fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-laughter-of-chrysippus--63621104The laughter of Chrysippus
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
What is life
but a fleeting jest
A puzzle dressed
in nature’s vest?
A riddle spun
of joy and strife
A fleeting spark
a borrowed life
What is philosophy
but a lamp in the dark
A guide for the heart
a map for the stark?
It turns the chaos
to a melody fine
A dance of thought
a thread divine
Oh Chrysippus
wise and bold
In tales of you
my thoughts take hold
To die in laughter
a jest your crown
No better way
to lay life down
And you
my friend
with fiery hair
In that dim-lit pub
we made the air
Resound with laughter
sharp and sweet
A melody
that made time retreat
We laughed so hard
my stomach ached
My temples pulsed
my soul awaked
The music played
the fiddles sang
As through the night
our voices rang
For what is life
if not absurd?
A fleeting breath
a fleeting word
Why not embrace
its fleeting flame
And laugh as we leave
its fleeting game?
Oh to die with a jest
on the tongue
As if the gods themselves
were sung
A jest that lives
while the body fades
An eternal spark
in time’s cascades
Chrysippus
your laughter still rings clear
A truth profound
untainted by fear
And in your memory
we found delight
Two souls united
in laughter’s light
For life
it seems
is a comedy brief
A jest
a sigh
a moment’s relief
And if I must part
from this fleeting sphere
Let it be with a jest
and you near]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621104Thu, 09 Jan 2025 04:03:52 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe laughter of Chrysippus - (📝Marcella Boccia) - What is life but a fleeting jest A puzzle dressed in nature’s vest? A riddle spun of joy and strife A fleeting spark a borrowed life What is philosophy but a lamp in the dark A guide for the heart a...The laughter of Chrysippus
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
What is life
but a fleeting jest
A puzzle dressed
in nature’s vest?
A riddle spun
of joy and strife
A fleeting spark
a borrowed life
What is philosophy
but a lamp in the dark
A guide for the heart
a map for the stark?
It turns the chaos
to a melody fine
A dance of thought
a thread divine
Oh Chrysippus
wise and bold
In tales of you
my thoughts take hold
To die in laughter
a jest your crown
No better way
to lay life down
And you
my friend
with fiery hair
In that dim-lit pub
we made the air
Resound with laughter
sharp and sweet
A melody
that made time retreat
We laughed so hard
my stomach ached
My temples pulsed
my soul awaked
The music played
the fiddles sang
As through the night
our voices rang
For what is life
if not absurd?
A fleeting breath
a fleeting word
Why not embrace
its fleeting flame
And laugh as we leave
its fleeting game?
Oh to die with a jest
on the tongue
As if the gods themselves
were sung
A jest that lives
while the body fades
An eternal spark
in time’s cascades
Chrysippus
your laughter still rings clear
A truth profound
untainted by fear
And in your memory
we found delight
Two souls united
in laughter’s light
For life
it seems
is a comedy brief
A jest
a sigh
a moment’s relief
And if I must part
from this fleeting sphere
Let it be with a jest
and you near]]>166clean14fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/harp-shaped-path--63621078Harp-shaped path
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I sit upon a bench
so cold
Beneath
the winter’s grasp I fold
And gaze upon
the arched bridge near
A harp-shaped path
so pure
so clear
The river whispers
soft and slow
Its waters twirl
its currents flow
A symbol carved
in iron bright
Of songs once sung
in long lost night
But in my heart
a question stirs
What is love
my soul confers?
Is it the bridge
so full of grace
Or fleeting thoughts
that time erase?
Is love the way
the river bends
The journeys past
the roads that end?
Or is it found
in silence deep
In memories
that wake from sleep?
The harp-shaped bridge
the river’s song
Both carry me
where I belong
But love
I feel it not in gold
But in the moments
left untold
What is love?
I do not know
But on this bench
my heart will grow]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621078Thu, 09 Jan 2025 03:51:05 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAHarp-shaped path - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I sit upon a bench so cold Beneath the winter’s grasp I fold And gaze upon the arched bridge near A harp-shaped path so pure so clear The river whispers soft and slow Its waters twirl its currents flow A symbol...Harp-shaped path
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I sit upon a bench
so cold
Beneath
the winter’s grasp I fold
And gaze upon
the arched bridge near
A harp-shaped path
so pure
so clear
The river whispers
soft and slow
Its waters twirl
its currents flow
A symbol carved
in iron bright
Of songs once sung
in long lost night
But in my heart
a question stirs
What is love
my soul confers?
Is it the bridge
so full of grace
Or fleeting thoughts
that time erase?
Is love the way
the river bends
The journeys past
the roads that end?
Or is it found
in silence deep
In memories
that wake from sleep?
The harp-shaped bridge
the river’s song
Both carry me
where I belong
But love
I feel it not in gold
But in the moments
left untold
What is love?
I do not know
But on this bench
my heart will grow]]>117marcellabociaclean13fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/room-126--63621037Room 126
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In room one-two-six
I sit and wait
As gentle rain
upon the glass does skate
A ceiling clear
the world below
Where soft-lit tables
in silence glow
The quiet hum
of voices near
Some lost in books
some lost in cheer
A solitary figure
turns each page
While others gather
cards engage
The laughter low
the moments sweet
The pulse of life
in soft retreat
The rain
it whispers
as it falls
The night
it dances through the halls
Outside
the world is cold and gray
But here
inside
the warmth will stay
A fleeting peace
a quiet song
Where I belong
where I belong]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63621037Thu, 09 Jan 2025 03:39:27 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIARoom 126 - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In room one-two-six I sit and wait As gentle rain upon the glass does skate A ceiling clear the world below Where soft-lit tables in silence glow The quiet hum of voices near Some lost in books some lost in cheer A...Room 126
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In room one-two-six
I sit and wait
As gentle rain
upon the glass does skate
A ceiling clear
the world below
Where soft-lit tables
in silence glow
The quiet hum
of voices near
Some lost in books
some lost in cheer
A solitary figure
turns each page
While others gather
cards engage
The laughter low
the moments sweet
The pulse of life
in soft retreat
The rain
it whispers
as it falls
The night
it dances through the halls
Outside
the world is cold and gray
But here
inside
the warmth will stay
A fleeting peace
a quiet song
Where I belong
where I belong]]>86beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean12fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/dublin-double-doubt--63620873Dublin, double, doubt
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin streets
where echoes fall
The city’s voice
a siren’s call
Its name
a riddle
soft yet clear
A double vision
drawing near
For Dublin holds
a shadowed hue
Two sides
to every stone in view
A city split
in name and sound
Where doubts and dreams
alike are found
Oh Dublin
double in its tone
A truth that cuts
yet stands alone
Your waters dark
your skies ash-grey
Reflect the doubts
that line my way
Each step I take
the cobbles sing
Of mirrored worlds
and truths they bring
In every corner
every turn
A double meaning
sharp to learn
What is the self
but Dublin’s plight?
A shadow cast
by fleeting light
In doubt we live
in doubt we breathe
Two paths beneath
two hearts to grieve
And yet
amidst this endless pair
The city’s pulse
is strong and rare
A whispered truth
within the doubt
A song
that cannot be left out
Oh Dublin
double
doubt
and dream
Your restless spirit
cuts the stream
And though I falter
lost in sound
In your dual heart
my own is found]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/63620873Thu, 09 Jan 2025 03:03:16 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIADublin, double, doubt - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin streets where echoes fall The city’s voice a siren’s call Its name a riddle soft yet clear A double vision drawing near For Dublin holds a shadowed hue Two sides to every stone in view A city...Dublin, double, doubt
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin streets
where echoes fall
The city’s voice
a siren’s call
Its name
a riddle
soft yet clear
A double vision
drawing near
For Dublin holds
a shadowed hue
Two sides
to every stone in view
A city split
in name and sound
Where doubts and dreams
alike are found
Oh Dublin
double in its tone
A truth that cuts
yet stands alone
Your waters dark
your skies ash-grey
Reflect the doubts
that line my way
Each step I take
the cobbles sing
Of mirrored worlds
and truths they bring
In every corner
every turn
A double meaning
sharp to learn
What is the self
but Dublin’s plight?
A shadow cast
by fleeting light
In doubt we live
in doubt we breathe
Two paths beneath
two hearts to grieve
And yet
amidst this endless pair
The city’s pulse
is strong and rare
A whispered truth
within the doubt
A song
that cannot be left out
Oh Dublin
double
doubt
and dream
Your restless spirit
cuts the stream
And though I falter
lost in sound
In your dual heart
my own is found]]>117beckettlocke,cobblestone,contemporarypoetry,doublevisionpoetry,doubtanddoubt,dublidoubledoubt,dublin,dublipoetry,existentialpoetry,galway,ireland,marcellaboccia,oscarwilde,poems,poetryofdoubt,poetryoflifeanddeath,poetrypodcast,soulsearchingpoetry,viking,yeatsclean11full