Sorrow at my door

Slowy moving though my minds demise.
Hearing mumblings as others reminisce.
Some smile and laugh an ode to you and your amazing life.
Lyrics, jokes and thoughts, all manner of sadness disguised.

With wine in hand, I smile a story from youth I recall.
A breeze can be seen as the plants you planted bend and petals and leaves fall.
Your garden is full of life and colour and its movements enchant my sight.
I first set eyes on the sorrow that now haunts me.

There you sit unruffled and yet you set my mind to muddle.
One Magpie with eyes like magnificent black pearls.
Your sit alone and stare.
I look to the sky’s above to see your friends to complete the rhyme.
But it seems sorrow is my faith at this time.

The sands of time flow your presence, your stare.
A constant that fuels my despair.
I look to sky’s, I try, I look to my soul.
The pain I feel I lie.

I look to the skies to find your friends.
But is just me and you locked in a sorrowful stare.
I look to the darkened ground of the garden, and this is where your friend is found.
Amongst the fallen debris.
Of leaves, petals, branches, and shards.
Is a decaying Magpie, now a maggot ridden tomb.

I reflect and ponder; Did I deliver sorrow to you?
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Posted: Dec 13
About this poem:
Every day Since my stepdad passed away, I have seen one magpie in the same spot it was haunting. I recently had a look and I found that the second one had died. It is amazing how you can be so wrapped up in what you think is happening to you and miss what is happening to others.
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Rap a tap

Rap a tap,
Not feeling the vibe
Rap a tap.
Information online

Sending a text
Information untamed.
The aftermath can send us insane.

Rap a tap,
Quick to release.
Into the world like a raging beast.

Connection to the world.
Just one tap away
Yet we treat in so nonchalantly.

Rap a tap,
No checks just release
Rap a tap,
Deletion the impact dose not decrease.

Rap a tap.
Be careful what you text.
But you’re not alone.
Millions rap a tap away.
Ironically with very little to say.
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Posted: Dec 14
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I know you

I love you with all my heart
My soul laid bare from the start
How you sucked me into your plans
How your deceit ground me down
You left me adrift in unfamiliar lands

I want to put you on the highest pedestal
High in the sky made with crushed glass and barred wire piles
I want to watch one thousand birds peck at you and remove the lies

I want to watch the great oceans of the world wash over you
Your concrete shoes the last fashion item you will use
And as you lay there amongst a million wrecks
People will say you were washed away
And the sea has claimed another wonderful jewel today

I want to watch as poison sneaks keep you close and confined
I want to time how long it takes for the poison to fill your beautiful body and mind
Like your lies filled my mind and pushed to a world I could no longer find
And in this world you led me to believe no one loved me no one cared

I want to watch your velvet skin decay
I want you to be awake as a horrible disease eats away
I want all the people you hurt to line up and watch as you say good bye
With all your cruelty exposed to the naked eye

I want to lie down at your grave
I want to hold your hand and remember the soft touch of your skin
I want to remember the beautiful sound of you laughing and all the fun you gave

I want to look into those beautiful eyes one last time
I want to see you laying there
Remembering your beauty my mind despairs
I want my mind to disguise the lies you told in our lives

I just want to say good bye
But you infatuated me with your lies
Your chocolate eyes and velvet skin
Your wonderful disguise that helps you win
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Cardboard Nation and sleeping bag homes

Our governments say the world is rich
With all the information we need at our fingertips
They marvel at our majestic rise
From living in caves and fearing fire
To living in luxury and material things our only desire

When you walk along our busy streets
The bright lights and funky art
The smile's the laughter to which you are part

You walk along in such a rush
Your part of the great city push
Everywhere you look you see nice cafe's or city bars
The hotel with the front so plush

I ask you now to press pause
To slow right down and look around
I ask you to open your eyes and maybe you will see

The cardboard nation we try to forget
The one our government looks upon with regret
Sleeping bags home's a population laid bare
They have now cafe's or funky art
Just blood and urine soaked corners in which they sleep

Feces stain their cardboard homes
The smell of human decay fill their nose
A feeling of negligent a feeling of being depressed
Is cured by a drug filled blast
In the shape of a can, bottle or syringe
A feeling of hope but it does not last

Now people say it is their choice
Or maybe they are on government list
People say it is their habits that brought them here
And they are hooked on gear

Some things said might be true
But who are you, who am to cast judgment in this way
I would like to think that every human has a right to their own say
And all I ask is this
That you add these people to your mind list

This is part of our population all the same
Just because they are homeless they should not be treated inhumane
I am not asking you all to give money away
I am asking that you don't judge, spite or urinate
For it is just vile to treat a human being that way.
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
A homeless person was urinated on in Dublin two weeks ago it got four line in one our news papers. I just thought this was an act of vile from human to another
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Wings

I want to taken away from this world on the same wings
The same wings that gracefully carried you away
As I stand on this my judgment day
I want the same wings to carry me high into the sky
I am ready and I have said my goodbye’s

I want to be carried away
On the same wings that swooped down and caught you that day
I want them to carry me so high and place me be beside you

So we can smile, laugh, cry and sing
The way we used to when we were kids
Do you remember the swing

I want to sit beside you and show you my life
Full of memories I had as I wished you were by my side
I hope you watched me as I laughed, I loved I lived my life
Sometimes my sadness could not be disguised
As I looked to you, I looked to the skies

I wanted to ask you
Why you left so early without saying goodbye
Why you walked away that day
Why you decided to take your own life

Now that I see you I just wanted to say
I was never the same after that day
I was sad inside for what was taken away
But I decided to live my life knowing
I would see you again one one day

I would we would smile, laugh, cry and sing
Together we would giggle as we remember the swing.
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
For those who lost loved ones too early to suicide
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My Valentine Memory

Rose petals caress the floor
Candle light and open fire
Wine in hand we sit and stare
A beautiful comfortable silence we now share

My fingers gently flow
Through your hair ever so slow
Your hand meets mine
Our eyes speak
Now our hands-on our hearts
We are cheek to cheek

A kiss I rehearsed many times in my head
As I lay alone in my bed
We kiss and touch the sands of time flow by
The candles go out and a brightness lightens the night sky

A playful gesture you make
A bite of your chocolate you offer me to take
It is now fixed between your beautiful lips
An opportunity I do not miss

The fire burns low and in my shirt, you sit
A masterpiece of brushstrokes not one detail missed
Our minds art gallery full of loves true bliss

I hold your hand, your body next to mine
I gently whisper thank you for being my valentine.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
I know it is a bit early but in blogs we were talking about Valentines day and this came to me.
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A little some thing I did for save the trees

If I were a tree
Even just for a day
I'd roll out my branches
And breathe in all the carbon dioxide
Drink in all the sun rays
And give all the fresh air away
And I'd never get confronted for it
Cause people they'd stick up for me
If I were a tree
I think I could understand
How it feels to see love
I as it is carved into me
I'd listen to those
Because they talk to me
Cause you were taken for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
If I were a tree
I would shelter you from the rain
Bad weather and be a goal post for your game
You can stand under me
You know that I'd be faithful
Waiting' until the rain stops so you could go home
If I was a tree
I would want to stand tall
I would not want fall
I would give away all the fresh air
So, people could walk, run or stroll
Children could play and birds can sing
And maybe if it was safe people could make a swing
If I was a tree
There would be so much more to me
More than you could ever see
Yes photosynthesis is a real thing
I am a tree
So, please stand up for me
Don’t let me be cut down
Because I cannot produce oxygen from the ground
I am not a tree
I have a voice
I will not let them be knocked down
Because I need oxygen to survive
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Save the trees Ireland
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why

How much evil can a building bear
Faces locked behind its walls
Silent screams lost consumed by its halls
The crosses and statues of God so divine
Form a line so hypocritical
As they stood over these heinous crimes

How long, how much time
How many people must we watch die
How many tears of anger and fear’s
How many tears Must fall
Before the government listens to the people’s call.

Is our government hoping that our tears will wash the pain away?
Do they believe they will get away with the games they play?
These building stand tall Irelands death camps
The abuse, the suffering,
The ones that could no longer live and were sentenced to die
The memories of these people that government now tramp

We listen how they talk about change
How they will investigate the mass unmarked graves
Men, Women, Children all lay unnamed
I am sure some of these people prayed with their last breath
This was vein as they could only find death

These building now stand
With for sale signs up
It just goes to show how our country is corrupt
Now our government promised to give such a building back
To talk to the survivors
Build a museum a place to display the horrific facts

Now the for-sale sign is flying high
The people are asking themselves why
Let down by a system that allowed these crimes
Now let down again

When will it stop the pain and despair
I believe it will never stop unless the government play
Give back the properties, pay your respects
Get down on one knee and beg for forgiveness
Acknowledge what happened and release the facts
Pursue the people that committed the crimes
Stop trying to hide what happened
And stop the lies.
Let’s try to remember it was our people that died.

Give it back to the people like you said you would.
Let us grieve and let us believe all of this cover up is in the past.
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
https://www.google.ie/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=the+magdalene+laundries+sean+mcdermott+st&*
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126 in 22 days

We dial the numbers
The phone on the other end dose not ring
We shout out aloud
Our voices like whispers fall on deaf ears
We are vulnerable and alone
Isolated by our thoughts and our fears

We feel we have no other options
We go through the list
Pull the trigger of the gun
Empty the contents of prescription bottle all in one
The slash of the wrist
To jump with a rope around our neck
So, we fall prey to the hangman’s fatal twist
Maybe we will step out in front of a bus or car
Or the express train we see coming from afar

We dial the number but hands do not move
We shout out but we are alone so our words remain unspoken
We have carried this thought for so long
We believe we are broken

Now some one must find us
The news they must share
For ever haunted by the memories
Of the lifeless body, they found lying there

The clay on the coffin
The spark of the flame
This does nothing to stop our loved one’s self-blame

We don’t hear the cry’s
The whispered I love you
The wondering why
We don’t see the impact on lives
How are loved ones this date is now set to one side
On this date for the rest of their lives
They will always remember the suicide
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
This is a poetical stand for those people who have taken their own lives in Ireland this year. If Ireland’s suicide rate keeps going at the same pace. Ireland will lose over 2000 people by the end of the year. Please don’t let happen. Make our government stand up and take notice of this epidemic before it is too late.
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Naomi

Naomi

So, you are living still away
On life’s amazing trip
A little robin has told family
You might be feeling a little home sick
This happens to all with loving families
Around the holidays and visit of old saint Nick

We all decided to write little notes
To tell you a memory
Or what personality trait that means the most
I wanted to tell you what I seen
The last time you were home and joy you bring

Every house hold was alive
With your stories and your unique vibe
How we all sat in awe
how this little girl has come so far
your winning at life that is easy to see
Amazing is one of words I use to describe
If anyone ever asks me

My memory is one I will hold
You sat at the table in Nanny’s house
You could see they were so proud
They listen to your stories and at time laughed out loud

The joy you bring when your home is easy to see
When family is together you always hear the same question
Well Dee how is Naomi
We talk about you all the time
You’re never too far from our minds

You’re on a life trip
You will have ups and downs and little trips
But please remember this
Even though you live afar
You will always have a place at the table
You will always be offered a drink, a biscuit or bar.

I hope you have great Christmas and know how proud of you people are.
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
Just to clarify at Nanny's house no mate how old your are you are always offered a drink a biscuit or bar
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Silent Dreams

Its Christmas time and there’s no need to be afraid
An amazing line of a song
From a time when people came together and changes were made
We all watched our screens together we sat totally engaged
We all came together sitting and watching we were enraged

The plight of the people and the tears and screams
The horrific pictures across the world they beamed to our screens
A human cry for help
A voice to those who previously only had silent dreams

We pledged our help
We shared our small bit of wealth
We looked at ways to campaign and we raised
We did all this together so we could send aid

We did this because we believed
We believed times would change
We believed that all life’s essentials
Never again be out of any human’s range

There’s a world outside your window
It is a world of dread and fear
It is a world invisible to our eyes
And when it shouts out we tend not hear

It might snow in Dublin this Christmas time
If not, it will be cold
As we wind down on Christmas eve night
In the warmth of the glow from our Christmas tree lights
We go to our beds and rest our heads
Waiting for Santa to leave presents at the bottom of beds

There’s a world outside your window
It is a world of dread of fear
The only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
The Christmas bells will ring but they will not bring cheer

It might snow is Dublin this Christmas time
They may not get a gift this year
From side streets and shop door ways
They are all potential homeless graves
Christmas night thank god, it’s them instead of you

Remember a time when we all came together
Maybe we can share instead of pretending the problem is not there
A little happiness can replace despair
Tears of sadness can be replaced by a happy face
The smallest gift the smallest donation
Can give the homeless of Ireland a Christmas to remember
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Dublin
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The blind Boy

A man an ordinary man
Looks out at the wonders of the world
He sees only horrors and decay
Miss use guided by greed’s evil hands

He hears a voice
A tug to his hand
He looks down with a smile
Small fingers grip his hand and together they stand

What do you see Daddy
What do see
Please tell what do you see
Is there a beautiful world surrounding me

The man pauses
Then he speaks
Ever so slowly so voice does not break

Yes son it is beautiful
Full of magic and laughter and fun
It is magical from the moon to the rising of the sun
Tell me more of what you can see
Please daddy open the world to me

The man looks out to oceans vast
He can see the oil spills
The strain of industry cast
The extinction of species symbols of inglorious past

What do I smell daddy please tell me
Take a deep breath my son
You’re at the oceans edge let fresh air fill your lungs
What is that warmth I feel on my face
That is sun it glistens across the ocean like a mighty sword
Like it is getting ready for king to take his place

A man stands in a war-torn land
Gun fire rings out bombs shake the ground
What is that should I be afraid
No my son he answers that is just the angels playing a game

Dad why is it that I cannot see
It is because god does not like me
No no son you are special in very way

Is it raining dad I feel a drop of water hit my hand
Now my son it is time to sleep
In your mind count your sheep
Remember your surrounded by a world so beautiful and grand
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
I was coming home from work and I seen a man with a blind boy. This just came to me.
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