Poem: Guilty

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When he was in school

he was very shy

and many of the kids

would bully him,

the gang which was headed

by his year’s meathead

would over the years

hurt and humiliate him

and made him dislike his bullies

then he felt bad for disliking them

and for not trying to understand them

and so he felt guilty.

In high school

he told his Dad that he was gay,

his Dad didn’t disown him

but spent years trying to understand

and when he finally did

he never apologised for the pain

he had caused his son,

never acknowledged it,

never said it wouldn’t happen again,

it was like it never happened,

in the time his Dad was trying to understand

he felt that was wrong,

he thought if he claims I’m equal

what is there to understand?

But then he wondered why he couldn’t try to

understand his Dad,

again he felt guilty.

He was no saint,

no angel,

by 27 he was set to marry

his boyfriend with the secret

that he had cheated on him

a few times in the early stages

of their relationship,

again he felt guilty.

But there was one thing he had learned

over the years,

to feel guilty about when he wronged someone,

not about when they wronged him

so he felt guilty about his boyfriend

but no longer about the bullies or his Dad

and while that changed nothing on the outside,

it changed everything on the inside,

those sins that weren’t his

which he had carried for years in his heart,

weighing him down

were now gone to their rightful owners

and if they had a conscience

those sins could be on theirs,

he had enough on his

without taking theirs on too.

Poem: Good Luck America

The American Election

I know the last four years

have been hard on many

of my American siblings

and many of my siblings who reside in America,

I hope today that will

all come to an end.

It is the big day,

here in Ireland I send my support

for freedom, love and kindness to win out,

I send strength through the nervy moments

that may occur today,

if the worse comes to the worse

please remember it is not the end,

that man won’t be in charge forever

regardless but let’s hope he goes sooner

rather than later.

Good luck America,

good luck to the ordinary citizens

with love in their hearts,

good luck to the future,

goodbye to the past,

we are all with you all today

around the world,

keep the hope throughout

and wishing you all lots of luck.

Poem: To My Father

On the 21st of this month we lost my father 12 years ago. Rest in peace Dad. Love you.

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I miss you Dad everyday,

I especially miss you in these crazy times

when you would be there to help get me through,

I wonder how you’d have coped with all this,

you would probably have moaned a bit

but did what needed to be done

because you cared about people

so much.

I miss your humour,

I miss your love,

it makes me so proud

when Mum and Shar say

I have your smile.

You were one in a million,

I hate the 21st every year,

I was so glad I slept past 11am,

the hour you died,

I wanted to,

I was scared to be awake

and remember the pain.

I prefer to think of the good times

when you were with us

and it felt like it would never be any other way,

you taught me to be kind and to be strong,

you set me up so well for life

in just over 18 years

and you are forever with me

and the girls in our hearts.

My Poem Haunted By Lies Is In Little Infinite’s Poetry Competition!

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Hi everyone! πŸ™‚

My poem Haunted By Lies is currently one of the entrants in Little Infinite’s poetry competition. I would love if you voted for it but obviously there is so many excellent poems in the competition so no pressure whatsoever! πŸ™‚

If you do vote for Haunted By Lies though, it would be very much appreciated and thank you so much. πŸ™‚

https://woobox.com/kk7hkw/gallery/ixSqyPQlpx8

Poem: Out Of The Box And Visible

Yesterday was Bi Visibility Day. This is my poem for the day with lots of wonderful bi flags. I hope that all the bi people out there had an amazing day and Bi Week. Happy Bi Visibility Day and Bi Visibility Week. Keep being amazing! πŸ™‚ Hope you all enjoy the poem & I hope everyone else does too. πŸ™‚

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Not everyone is gay,

not everyone is straight,

not everyone fits into neat little boxes

which you feel makes your life easier

but then it has nothing to do with you

so that just sounds weird.

23rd of September each year,

Bi Visibility Day,

must drive the ones

who adore their little boxes mad,

might be a better idea to put a gift in those boxes,

you know to help bi people celebrate

instead of wanting to put the stars of the day

in the box like you try to do

every other day,

god it’s so boring

so instead bi people, bi+ people and allies,

all the normal thinking people in other words

are going to ignore you

like we try to do

every other day.

Wave those bi flags y’all,

the bisexual ones,

the biromantic ones,

dance like there is no tomorrow,

live and forget the negativity exists,

enjoy your life

just as you are,

you aren’t the problem,

don’t let the problems inflicted by

problematic people

make you unhappy today

or any day of your life,

sometimes it will get you down

but you’ll get back up and

you will be back to yourself again

waving those flags

and being as visible as hell.

Poem: An Invitation To Be Shocked

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Sometimes I don’t know what I’m listening to,

I get sick to my teeth of hearing

the prejudiced,

the ignorant,

the gaslighters especially

playing the goddamn victim,

the world is hard enough right now

without hearing your sob stories

on the bleedin’ regular,

honey you are entitled to your opinion,

own it if you like

but I’ll disagree when I want to

and if debating like two adults is too hard,

darling you need to learn what it means

to be an adult.

Because I am sick to my teeth

of you playing that card

because you know your opinions

will make no sense and come over ugly

if god forbid you actually debated it

instead of taking that time to tear down

every aspect of my character,

if you don’t like me and think I’m a bitch,

fair enough I probably think the same about you

because adults are able to think that

but this whole “everyone is getting at me

because they debate with me and they don’t like me”

is pathetic.

I can listen even when I don’t agree

so please do tell me why you want people

treated differently to you?

Please don’t tell me it’s your religion,

your generation,

your country,

they are aspects of you

but you are an individual,

tell me why you think it

because from my perspective it looks like

you want power,

convince me otherwise

because if you can’t,

your moaning falls on deaf ears.

I have had so many people

like you try to tell me what I’m about

and many other people sadly have the same story

so tell us all about your motives and agenda for a change

in human terms for once please,

with feeling as they say in the music business,

I personally don’t think it’s there within you

but shock me.

5 Poems To Celebrate Culture Night!

On the 18th of September, Culture Night took place. Here is 5 amazing poems to celebrate the event. Enjoy! πŸ™‚

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48985/phenomenal-woman

Her Voice by Oscar Wilde

https://poets.org/poem/her-voice

Mother To Son by Langston Hughes

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47559/mother-to-son

Untitled by James Baldwin

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/88936/untitled-56fd7727ab2dd

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45521/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud

Poem: Enough?

This poem is from the perspective of my character Darnell in my Work in Progress Darnell & Dylan. Hope you all like it. πŸ™‚

Is Love Enough to Make a Marriage Work?

I want it to work

but that doesn’t mean it can

or will,

we love each other

but do we get each other?

I know the answer is no

and I like to think that can change,

I know he likes to think that too

but hope is not reality.

We might think we are perfect for each other,

we might hope that we are,

we might want to be

but that’s no good

if we make each other unhappy

if we spend too much time together,

I think I’ll always love him

and he will always love me

but is that enough?

My Poem Strength Was Read On The ReadByLyn Podcast!

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My poem Strength was read on the latest episode of the amazing podcast ReadByLyn. If you haven’t checked the podcast out by now, you should, it’s amazing. πŸ™‚

My poem appears alongside the wonderful poem I Cannot Sing by Edward Nathaniel Harleston. The episode is brilliant and I was really chuffed that my poem was a part of it.

Strength is about my experiences of losing my confidence in myself due to gaslighting and prejudice and feeling so low that I wanted to kill myself because I thought I couldn’t be myself and I thought I couldn’t be myself, be happy and live. I was wrong because things do get better, they get really amazing on the other side even though it doesn’t always feel like that. It’s about the strength that saved me from somewhere within me and how I will never let that go.

I hope you all like the poem and thank you Lyn once again, I appreciate my poem being included very much. πŸ™‚

To listen to the latest episode of ReadByLyn and to the podcast in general go to:

https://anchor.fm/readbylyn/episodes/Will-you-take-the-leap-ejcst2

Poem: The Body On The Road

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Sunlight lit up the shadows

as dawn approached,

a body lay on the road,

no one knew what had happened this person

but the police would be around later in the morning,

theories would abound,

interviews done and press conferences air.

 

But this case would never be solved,

years later the killer would stand at this spot

casually smoking a cigarette

and thinking with happiness about that night

that they had taken the life of that stranger

whose name they didn’t know

until all those news reports aired,

their first kill.