My oh my lucky me .
Left now she .
Day and night love have I .
I have love night and day.
She now left me lucky .
My oh my.
By Paul McCann
This Mirror Loop structure is a style I created myself.
The structure of this poem is written so that the poem can be read from the beginning to end and then back again from it’s end to the beginning.
The poem can be of any theme, but must have proper meter.
My home town of Belfast erupted in violence in 1968 . I was 12 years old at the time . Friends of mine were killed and others left to make their home in countries far away . Suddenly life had changed . The beautiful open spaces of Belfast had disappeared and all that was left were ghettos filled with cs gas and the cold merciless streets, littered with broken pavements . The gable walls of houses began to portray a picture of struggle with the words of graffiti that depicted a city in trouble .
I write songs . I started about twenty years ago . Took them to London and went busking . It was ok . Not really a lifestyle I'd recommend however . There is no luxury in living out of a suitcase . On the up side the day to day things are never the same There is no daily grind . It is not very lucrative but you can get enough to eat if you busk long enough .
If life is a piece of cake what receipe do we use ?
The proof of the cake is in the tasting .
I love the sweet taste of life . The real banquet is yet to come . Wonder whats for desert ?
