My earliest memories brings me back to county Clare
where I would visit my granddad in his rural hamlet of Shragh
always felt magical to me as a little lad.
I remember the strolls, we would take
on the small barren country road
following the lassie dog, leading
me on to an adventure.
Surrounded by thorn bushes,the spires of reeds
reaching into the cloudless sky
but never was the reeds in my granddads fields
lush green grass only to be seen.
I remember the river which always was full of fish
never was a doubt, we would catch a trout
egged on by the lassie dog he would hurry me
straight through the door my father goes with the fish.
Late night talks by the turf fire
I can picture the smell,
traditional music and tobacco smoke
how endless it all seemed.
The once magical land to me as a lad
has changed drastically, now that I am a man
no longer does the river give trout
no longer is the field lush of green grass
reeds have taken over.
Only the peace remains, but not the soul
The place seems empty now
lost in some mysterious void.
My thoughts keep it alive inside me
my heart yearns to experience it again.
At least it may not be lost forever
as the memories of it are still locked
inside of me.
I will always remember the rural hamlet
of which my grand dad used to live
housing the characters that once lived.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
this poem is based on my childhood memories
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Afar as the eye can see
i am standing alone by the sea
waiting for the guest to be
to stand next to me
Alone i feel standing here
looking down into the abyss
for you have been gone years
snatched away from me
Clouds race by and as far as i can see
the waves coming in are laughing at me
glancing around what do i see
you have always been here with me
Never will i be alone
with you standing next to me
for memories of you
will always be cherished by me
Wait for me at heavens gates
and always have that smile on your face
i am no longer alone
now that your with me
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Posted: Jan 2013
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Harken now to the glistening of stars
for they shine in your eyes i can see,
I glance into you and see myself
for no distance can keep us apart.
Longing by your beating heart,
I hear it drum, faster and faster
do I hear, while I lay under the glistening
of your stars.
Not once have i forgotten,
for always i will cherish
the momments together,
by the drum by the star
no distance can keep us apart.
Am i secured by fact or illusion,
for i do not care for neither,my memory
untarnished will never keep us apart,
for I am under your glistening of stars.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
poem is about what i felt what i wanted but desires may not last in every spectrum for these wishes are born
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oh how i have walked through these lands
how i can remember every pit pat i made
from the scenery to the towns can i see
within my minds eye do i see now only exists
lost in my thoughts lost in prayer
have i been blessed with remembering these
or am i cursed to carry on what i used to see
from my life of adventure i share these
upon the listeners whom only grace what was
and not now for it can be better if applied
i seek my turn to achieve what must be done
to concur with oneself must i embrace the fact
or embrace a new start where one can build it
what it once was an eternal bliss of paradise
the dice rolls to my luck for now its that
no more sadness no more lies no more deception
which now lays controlled however hovers below our feet
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Posted: Apr 2012
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how I crave to achieve what I desire
for it is a mountain that i must begin
to climb I must climb this mountain for I
must follow the ambition and the temptation
within my very soul
i do not know what to seek but
the burning desire is within me
if i have to climb this mountain alone
i shall do so with this burning desire
Embarking this mission invades my dreams
to which i feel lost to the everending
sources of confusion to wipe my mind clean
i Embark upwards alone within this very visual
mountain of hardship and fanthom the readings
along the way
for I must expect challenges expect failings
EXPECT what is to come but be prepared for whats
not known to come i seek to find that desire
if it takes every last step i make to find it even
for a few minutes of clarity to put me in peace of mind
I write this in hope I can clarify
Hope i can find the desire i need
in hope...i may reach my destination
alone I write this pondering and embarking
for i must climb this mountain of desire
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
yes i try to describe what i am experiancing at this momment of time however i feel i cannot describe it well to justify my thoughts i ask those to be patient on a later poem to continue this
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fibre of my being is in question
from the fabrication to the truth
by my side to which i stand
do i seek what i desire or
to cut loose ends of tender
for a time it takes
for a doing of both ends
should i take the stroll
from a line of logic
or from my emotions
attached to one but betrayed
a deep course to which i still
cannot navigate past for I
still cannot divert my thoughts
from the subject in question
i await the day for I am free
bounded by my own walls
waiting for someone to set me free
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Posted: Mar 2012
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stuck in a hole to which i must find my way out
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a place of tranquility a place of mind
where i can gaze on the brightly lit stars,
a compass pointing into a desire of peace
and a godlike design of nature
a place where i can freely roam
a place which i can dearly hold
for my hands are worked over and over
from lands far away to here, as i newly touched
the soil in my idle fingertips
my heart desires rest here
for now i wont struggle
my everlasting peace is now laid
the foundations of a lasting granite stone
my pictures completed like a weed let loose
for my paths have been cut
cut from chaos to pure order
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
this poem is for the reader to see how he makes it out to be
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dotted with sparse areas of roses
and the seeping water on its roots
surrounded by evenly cut grass
does the gardener come hunched down
the weeds are coming up like a spartan army
ready to sink its deadly spears onto the rose,
to drain it of its life source does the gardener
act as a defending army against the hordes of weeds.
the sunlight makes the battle hard
for the old man struggles with the war
the weeds always catch up onto the old mans
agenda
the swirling of the soil as he uproots them
and wiping his forehead does he sigh
the fustration is showing and his anger is might
for the roses that stand tall and smell of heavenly perfume
stand defenceless without the protection of the old warrior
time has passed on the garden
the old warrier has lost
the weeds came back to reclaim
the patch of ground which now is
a shadow of its mere past
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Posted: Jun 2011
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on the horizon theres a glimpse
of what is to be seen from afar
a bright yellow ball appears
over a small barren hill
rising early from its slumber
Its power penetrates through
like a knife going through water
grasping on to the land with all
of what it can give its total power
a ball of mass which we call
the ball of fire that greets
us to our morning call a beautiful
sight is what most would recall
only when the evening hits
when it goes to rest do we see
the real profiled picture of its
departure to rise again and free
the standstill of darkness whats kept us
from our rise from slumber
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Posted: Mar 2011
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The chance of redemption
does not come to us very easy,
for change in ways of habits
cannot be changed so quick.
for the virtue of your ways
cant be seen by others but
to your own self being
to obtain rather than lose
is a more worthy goal obtainable
for the challenge of discovery
is not beyond the horizon
but rather quite close to grasp
within the small hands of your mind
the goals are mysterious
to some it is obvious
we struggle to find the answer in life
for its the struggle that makes it worth while
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Posted: May 2011
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barren the landscape which i once crossed
has a deafening silence, a silence of slumber,
it was like a waking dream, a relam of peace
to what looks undisturbed by nature has to
look very closely to see the beauty that can
be found
vegatation thats very sparse continue
into the distance not a single tree insight
nor a pond of fresh water, the soil is baking
under the glare of the suns rays, dripping sweat
i could hear my feet tip tapping on the rocks
i could hear my breath inhaling and exhaling
i stopped to watch around for a minute
i felt lonely and out of place
til i once figured how a place of this
enviroment can be seen in the beautiful context
of thought and admiration
for peace is hard to find and hard to get
a barren landscape of what i described
is a haven of what humans seek
a undisturbed patch of land
untainted by curroption and hate
for what time we have on this blue waterworld
we must try make our blue heaven
a peaceful haven like the barren landscape
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
once you read this, it is up to you to find the meaning of this poem and explore it, try vision yourself in a enviroment barren, alone, journey through the landscape thats unkown to you, but you seek something, something you have trouble finding try connect the poem to yourself and see what you find
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Who am i do they ask, how can i
answer for i do not know myself,
they ask why i keep myself inside
to which i reply im safe inside
the trust i have in people
is lower than your average persons
to which im at fault for
but will not be my demise
the thing i find easy is expressing
myself but will this ever end as ones
judgement changes like a seasonal change,
can it change mans preception of life,
or will it lose this ability for i cannot
answer this,whom is to ask me?
As i sit here writing this with ink pen
i feel a little bit opened by form of words,
but to show myself for what and who i am is a quest
for i must begin and share with those i truely treasure
must i rush out or idly make my way
the essance of verbal communication
is of what i call elegant can easily go astray
for why i ask these things i dont know why
for i ask myself each day
WHO AM I??
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Posted: Mar 2011
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