Reina

Do you remember that tune, throw out a line, never fake the blues, the song that haunts a face, forgives each generous lie, draws fire,tips the pace, those who give always lose, mysteries of their own time, like rain falls on issue, you listen for the make, shudder with each wine, think of your next engagement, the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, a place flowers won't bloom, to mask your news, or make designs, women who bear the truth, are never frightened.

Rhianna

Does your family gather pain, need you to suffer still, light candles for you, give money to every vagrant, see you stumble, fall ill, draw salt at your curfew, decant the falling rain, strain against your will, love it when you're Blue, it's that river again, recognise the chill, of someone else's purlieu, this one turns your gaze, breaks into laughter still, with dreams of long avenues, as a Catholic will you tame, nights of easy thrill, sometimes she sings anyway, makes you feel brand new. the places where we try come on love they coax, let's sing a song don't cry, not one catches their throat, learn to dance don't get blue, wear a dress of any issue, seize this time 'as mine', ignore those with cool untruths, hit me with more wine. go to sea, get out of hand, or come to see you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, barefoot she prays for glue, better than that bitter grease, if she is to be free, between worrying about disease, or dancing on Hawaii, what she'd like to do. wriggle up to someone new a drop of comfort as her due maybe the rain can provide, solace of another time

Roshin

Ignore those pieces of you, on schemes that do the cry, heed nothing more as true, don't settle for anything bland, roll dice, see someone wise, go to sea, get out of hand, philosophers always knew, the edge of what is fine, crawl towards that virtue, forget about Temazepam, it always brings the lie, what you think is grand, or what its going to do, each side of what you try, learn to dance don't get blue, wear a dress of any issue, seize this time 'as mine', ignore those with cool untruths, hit me with more wine.

Rora

My time gone by unspoken, not drunk enough to try, what is left is broken, the town is all at play, afraid of kids, family, my kind, the pubs dance they say, someone gives me a token, beyond the grave here's a why, which bridge lies open, when we cross do we say, we are strangers to our lives, a horizon for every day, come on love they coax, let's sing a song don't cry, not one catches their throat, i am not even loath, to look at the sky, dig out the evening's load, rescue God from the tide.

Rona

What a great exchange rate, this party on the sea, a Baltic Ports get away, who cares for her home, she always goes this way, knows what's lost at cabin doors, each day she's at play, the voyage is a feast, sometimes seems like yesterday, how can she ever own, something that dances uncannily, beyond the shipping zones, this life she creates, is living like royalty, her bottle is a freighter, , she sees a dawn fate, in the bars like wooden beasts, men look to hoist sail, will anyone knock or greet ?

Quamra

You say you once adored me, not always in your dreams, but the way i used to be, now you grieve when i'm at home, not just on your schemes,/knees as if i was your whore, you can't still play silly, like the river's spleen, on its way to the sea, look at me i moan, i am not deceased, do you know what i don't, are you looking to achieve, sorrow without release, time to kill your fantasy, a thousand nights i have to retrieve, what is lost with your deem, do i look increased, it's not what it seems.

Quadira

You act like you knew, your carnation hangs but shines, the desert doesn't worry you, we go to meet the writers, my partner almost climbs, wears silk and linen finery, the palm trees are few, but after rain provide, drops of comfort as her due, nothing here to frighten, just the yellow signs, of a poet becoming excited, she wriggles to someone new, her laugh becomes delighted, 'it's no one she exudes', ‘she's really just the crew', 'come and make me wise', powdered with a smile of glue, we sip at lonely wine. at the rails pray, for something better than a headstone, could't stand the shame, from yesterday’s game, the ones off the labour, thunderstorm and showers again like a schooner waits for wind, she let us pause for thought the loss she created, her bottle a freighter, , she knew all our sins, cargo boats making for home, their freight caught, she jolted all our bones, knew where we lived, the Bridge her open shore, how we were as kids, at her party on the Falls, Belfast's steamy closeness, we were all her towers, never made to cowe