Subtlety
Interaction quietly laced with subtle cues,
cues majority pick up, without a thought.
Our tongue’s delicate with subtlety; trilling, continuous rolling,
silent vowels, changes of pitch and intonation.
Subtle movements, daisy chained to create a glorious movement.
Our muscle fibres, Our training,
Our visual acuity, Our everything.
That Chap
As I walk into class, I think of me, myself and I.
That chap right beside me? I don’t care. Why should I try?
He may have had his life saved last night, at 2:38.
When he sent just one message to his very best mate.
“Bro are you there? I really need to talk.”
Said that chap right beside me, harder than rock.
“Why are you up so god-damn late?”
Said that chap’s saviour at 2:38.
Be a Man
Be a man is what we hear,
Be a man is all they say,
When gloomy sky’s and days are gray,
Being a man when in dismay.
But what if i can’t be a man,
what if I cant tough it out,
When my emotions are trapped inside my head,
they make me feel like a bird that’s caged.
Being a man is a hard thing,
Oh, how many expectations does it bring,
from acting tough, to being strong,
To giving the young one a ring.
Its hard to be a man in times,
when family matters collide with our public lives,
we’re suffocation in coal smelling, cool town air,
and our feeling make our head run berserk, and we lash out,
leaving no one to be spared,
Spared from anger, sadness, guilt making us hurt everyone around us,
but what if it stopped right here,
instead of leaving men to act so wild,
leave us young men lost like a child,
like dark fog your words close in,
Be a man, look what you’ve turned in.
But I don’t want to be a man,
I want to be a human, a teenager, a child,
who soars through life like a free bird,
and when wants to talk can be heard.
This is my cry to all today, be like people, don’t be left in dismay,
I had a chance to talk it out, now its your turn
Let all it go with the power of your mouth.
Words speak more than be a man,
they speak more than being taken the piss out of in a van,
So please my brothers speak up today,
speak to someone who won’t make you act like a man but a human today.
Performance
A life of ignorance is a life of bliss,
to succumb to the comfort of nature’s silent kiss.
Ignorant to the jesting, the mockery the lies,
Away where only moonlight can gaze upon teary eyes
Come away and let’s run and let’s shout,
Let’s scream and let’s cry about things we could never talk about
In school and at home and under eyes of the world
Smothered in ferns to suppress the abuse the universe foretold.
Come From
I come from rubble and rocks,
dirt and fields I hurt like a normal human,
but am expected not to hurt,
I get called names and it hurts mentally,
but i am expected to think it’s banter,
but inside I feel like shit.
Sticks
I come from a place where you’re born with a stick in your hand (hurling) where your told if you can’t use it well your a weirdo
especially when your mam your dad your brother your sister your dog your cat are all good at using it
I’m from a place where if you can’t flatten a 6 foot 2 center back your weak and afraid
I’m from a place where I don’t realise I have an accent, only when I go somewhere else I sound like a muppet.
Anything but average
be anything but average
unique as you want
enjoy things you like
whilst ignoring outside taunt.
no matter what you do
there’ll always be judgement
so why take it in
when no matter what
it’ll always be there.
A son
I am a son,
I am thoughtful,
I am egotistical,
I have so much to be grateful for,
I am ambitious,
I am competitive,
I am a grandson,
I am insecure.
Mad
I am a student. I am a brother. I am a friend.
I am a son. But i am still mad I dont know why
I have a good house and a good life. I don’t like school it
makes me mad but I meet my friends there and they make me smile.
I have a girlfriend, she makes me laugh.
I wish I wasn’t mad, wish I could have a laugh but this world makes me sad.
The unexpected
I come from horses on greens. I come from Mandy’s
spice bags for dinner. I come from the foot of Vinger hill.
I come from worst drop out rates in Lensiter. I come
from saying son every second word. I come from where
smoke is more popular than a pen in school. I come
from a small kip town. I come from a place where the
unexpected is always expected.
For something different
where I come from I come from muck and diggers
shovels and sites early mornings and late evenings
emotions left as they were said to be left in bed or
in your head but happy things change each day but
in school sitting still bored out of my head feeling almost
dead on repeat every day Monday to Friday waiting
for the weekend for something different each day.
Fit in
I come from a town where you have to fit in, from
Nike tracksuits to fluffy hair. I come from a town
wherever you go u see smoke, young lads smoking
like mad with nothing better to do. Everywhere you go
you see dead vapes scattered around. I come from a
place where it’s normal to smoke, no matter what
part of the town you’re in or what age you are. I
come from a place where all the shops are dry, nothing
exiting just barber shops and takeaways.
Home
From alcoholics in the bar,
to drunk drivers in the car.
Getting followed home,
and wherever you go,
you’re never alone
when walking the road.
Called out by culchies,
while getting a Chinese’ and yet I know it as home.
Faith
I come from a place called oylegate where everything
is about hurling. In oylegate hurling is religion and if
you’re good, you are considered god. We have a dream.
A dream to win senior. A new coach in every year nothing
seems to change.This year we have new balls new managers
new training facilities new plans and most importantly
a new mentality. In oylegate we have a lot of faith
and we never fully shut the gate.
Yap
I’m not great at writing poems, although I do enjoy
yapping away about things I enjoy. I don’t enjoy school
all that much it’s way out of date and needs some major changes.
I enjoy coming home getting ready to go straight to the
gym as that’s my main hobby and something I really enjoy
and look forward to. I hate the way school during junior cycle
forces people to do subjects they may not like, even now
my whole family is bad at maths and I struggle with it a bit, and
I already know I wont need a h1 in maths for my future. Anyway
I don’t have anything else to yap about bye.
I come from
I come from cold early mornings, to long sleepless nights
working away left with no fight
I come from rows of desks and rooms filled with books
lines full of students
I come from the bike to the green fields of sport
the fresh skin fade to the cups of tea
I come from the late summer nights out with my pals
to the short winter nights in by the fire.
This Town
I hate this town, from the smokers alley to
the to the folley where people settle their disputes
I hate this town, from the square where old food
rappers are left and the twenty chippers that all taste the same
i hate this town from the 100s of horrible
barbers and many vapes thrown in the Slaney
I hate this town for the smell of hash walking down
court street and white clumps of old gum on the pavements
I hate this town from the lack of facilities
for the youth and the derelict shops all over the town
I love this town because it made me who I am.
Limitation
Limited as child,
which to think back now was really wild.
Education was taught to be important,
but they didn’t teach me.
What I wanted to be,
What I strive see,
Is to be free.
Loner
I cast my gaze across the room
and wonder how others perceive me.
but with all this thinking,
my own brain is sure to deceive me.
There is really no point anyway,
They’re probably all idiots.
I quell my hatred of the rest
and mutter my simple mantra
“I’m the best.”
Learn
I like school because it’s a good
place to learn for and it’s great to
study to get better in different
ways to make more logic.
Push
when you push beyond your limits
people might see you as an idol
people might want to be you
other people will want to be better than you
if you try your best for others they will want more
push yourself for you.
I’ll Figure it out
I have no clue what to write I am not good
with poetry I am not good at much else
either but sure ye know yerself I am not even
going to bother trying to rhyme because I’ll
be here all day I do not know what I’m going
to do with my life yet and it’s hard to think by
Myself I kinda have an idea but it all seems
very difficult and far away I would like to be
a director maybe stanley kubrick is one of
my idols and I would like to be a musician
but I don’t trust labels anyway I don’t know I’ll figure it out.
Where I will stay
I come from skin fades and cups of tae
I come from dark evenings out in the rain
I come from holy grails and happy hippos
I come from broken hurls and training sessions
I come from home to school and school to home
I come from late summer nights and deadly concerts
I come from festivals and sun holidays
I come from Wexford where I will stay.
True Warrior
A true warrior doesn’t have enemies.
For if you love your friends and kill your foe.
What makes you different from those you don’t know.
To evade war and have true peace.
Become a true warrior and realise that you’re free.
So Much
I dream of you
when the sky is blue
you are my light
cause you shine so bright
Your name is heather
and i wanna see you no matter the weather
You came in clutch
and now i love you so much.
Still my Home
I hate the town
from the school to the 20 chippers
from my last 2 inch pencil to the one in my pants
I hate the towns 300 barbers that are all the same
from the riverside park hotel to the lads down folly
I hate the town from gimont to moyne
from the lads in class who let off a moan
This town is still my home.
From & To
from the class room to the pitch
from the pitch to the farm
a farmers son a student too
from feeding cows and eating dinner
to walking the town and eating chipper.
Growing up
growing up in a small village ,
neighbours to my grandparents ,
in a nice house it was not a struggle,
growing up life was not a struggle but
once u mature and grow up from the
Young innocent and care free child to
an insecure teenager makes me want to
be the person i used to be and the world to
to not judge but to live love and to
treat others how you want to be treated.
School
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wake up at 7,
And go to school.
Hardmen
From the scruffy streets of enniscorthy to the run down
buildings the beggars sleeping on the cold rainy damp
streets the homeless breaking into old buildings to shelter
From the icy heavy rain from the scumbags hanging around
the town lifeless and broken putting the hardman act but behind
it all is a lonely scared boy the town is fading away taken
away by drugs and violence families torn apart
Nobody cares until it’s too late.
I love
I love where I live from the town to the countryside
I especially love the the chippers and the shops
I also like the people just because of their personalities
I also love the way nobody judges me but sometimes
I don’t like where I live because some people make it
rough but overall most of these people are nice guys
one more thing I like about the area is that I love that it floods.
Moments we Remember
from the early morning, struggle to get out of bed,
all this to head out to the field, the struggle to tie my laces
as my hands feel numb, I feel the thud of the ground as
my feet hit the field as solid as concrete, these are the moments
we remember, the pain before success. and then suddenly its a
warm Saturday evening playing the game I love to play,
this is a love-hate relationship I can’t stop but to think about.
On the night when all of us are celebrating our county final win,
it brings me to think about them early mornings. What brought
me through this was my love for hurling, but more importantly,
the love for the people I was surrounded by, from family to my
best mates, laughing and joking through the tough times,
so we can enjoy our wins even more Hurling.
Racehorses
I come from cold and wet mornings working with racehorses
from school to the yard from the yard to training
I come from training every night from boxing to hurling
I come from getting broken bones and getting up and having to
go again i come from muddy clothes to fashionable tracksuits.
Shame
I come from shame, and fearful of what I try to do
or afraid about being flamed for silly words or actions,
I’m afraid to take risks that I won’t like the outcome of,
I like being inspired from people that bring stuff
out about that I didn’t know I had.
Find Yourself
Growing up near the hill
I never had much sporting skill
I quit all sports
I don’t have much confidence
But there’s always time to find yourself
I’m happier now than I was before.
Always dark
i come from a place where its always dark,
i come from a place where its normal to smoke,
i come from a place where there’s no kindness,
everyone has something to say,
everyone acts different around each other.
This room…
this room has bunting lines
this room has shelves and books . .
this room is full of people /—-\
this room has rows of tables . .
this room has messages on its walls \—/
this room has light beaming in
this room is big and small
this room is library 1,2 and 3
They
they walk to school
feeling like a fool
thinking they are uncool
they sit on the stool
thinking other think they drool
after the end of the day
then they enjoy their birthday
and play in hay.
Just a bebeh
I was born in wexford general at a very young age.
i was just a bebeh. for the first 2 years of my life i could not
walk or even talk.i learned to overcome this by being strong
and having to learn how to walk when everyone else just knew how.
Procrastinate
I tried to be productive today,
Made a list… then walked away.
Checked my phone “just for a sec,”
Now it’s dark and I’m eating snacks I regret.
Tomorrow’s plan? I swear it’s tight—
Procrastinate earlier so I’m free at night. 😌
Insults
I come from a place where you can’t go a day without
hearing insults, the constant slagging and abuse everyone
hears is inevitable to dismiss. I come from a place where
you can’t be yourself, the constant judgement by others
is normality, the slurs and jeers are took like a man in a
pub drinking beers. Where i come from theres very little
kindness, u always hear negativity. But I guess that’s life.
Arsenal
women are fairly cool
yokes because they are
normally sound and don’t
support arsenal.
Stubbed my Toe
When I was 5 I stubbed my toe in my sitting room.
When i stubbed my toe it was really incredibly sore
And i shouted like a boar and fell to the floor while
while trying to slam the door from slipping on an apple core.
School Days
On a Monday morning ,the clock ticks
School again, a bunch of pricks.
Maths, Science, I hate them all,
When all you want is a world without walls.
Learning about some old crook,
Who’s name is only familiar to a history book.
Sitting mindlessly numb all day,
Wishing you were walking through a field of hay.
Daydreaming about those fields of gold,
Which most won’t appreciate until extremely old.
Never give up
from the roads of bree
to the pitches of ballyhougue
and the walk to the hill
to the pub where we sing
and the cups are in the air
we never stop training from summer to winter
we play for the badge
and never give up
This is where we come from.
A man
A man isn’t a man,
He’s a person with feelings he can’t express,
He tries so hard, but has no one to impress,
Emotions are hidden away,
With not much to say,
So lets change this misunderstanding,
And let men feel understood.
A Descendant
As a young man I look up to my mother and father
as they are my role models they are are the people
that brought me into this world and i am incredibly
grateful for that I look to my mother for when i need
Consoling and I look to my father when I am in need
of help but as a young man its most important that
you look after yourself and look to your peers in school
but never forget where you came from especially your
mother and father the people that brought you here the
people that are closest to you, the people that you are a descendent of.
Territories
Loch Gorman
to mark your territories
meerkats piss on trees
with me I count my bodies
Like squirrels counting droppings from hazel trees
With me I buy pizza and chips
with a rooster they peck on seeds.
The Roads
from the roads of town
to the pitch of farmleigh
to the pubs of holla ,
Redmond’s to the late night walks.
Go too School
i dont want too go too school
it makes me feel like like i fool
getting at seven makes me want
too cry pool seeing that one
teachers face makes feel like an
Almighty discrace i want too run away
and make it a race for how much i
hate school and its a pain in my face.
What I want
getting up in the morning to do the same thing,
go to school but don’t learn a thing,
sitting in the chair but don’t feel like doing anything.
Don’t want to learn just want to make money, want
to go work but find the right job, don’t want to live feeling
like a slob, just want to live and work like a dog.
provide for my people and work a good job.
Journey
when things don’t go to plan,
change the plan and never change the goal,
enjoy the journey bc if you dont you will miss the journey,
the destination is the end of the road,
the journey is long. Enjoy the journey.
Paychecks
leisure max a job of a dream the pressure is real
my parents on my back my friends in my face
my girl in my ear. no matter how hard i work
I will never be the same as my peers. pizza and chips
It’s never enough stuck like a meerpat never enough.
The pay checks come slowly. How come I do not know.
blue collar workers I know your pain a meerpat always in vain.
Comic Con
comic cons great even though its expensive,
it lets you be yourself and be more expressive,
rows and rows of stalls with art,
people dressed up using cardboard parts.
Much to say
this town is gray
not much to say
I want to go home
just leave me alone
i like to sleep
and also to eat
i dont know what to write
this is becoming shite
bye for now
this is over somehow.
Time
from the house to the class to the pitch
We find it hard to spend time with our family.
So Green
This poem is about my home Marshalstown.
When Pat Kehoes around I feel like leaving town.
but when there’s work to be done Pat Kehoe will never be seen.
That’s why the fields of marshalstown are so green.
King
from the screen
to the ring
to the pen
to the king.
Ghandi
Ghandi is a bore
he plays striker and cant score
he runs on all four
he has the agility of a door
and he needs to lock in more.
Chronically online
the ants a foid
jacob oeschreiters on roids
clavicular is too
I stant with benjamin netanyahoo
yuh {adlib}
I can’t write a poem
let me destroy em
like lone in an elevator
{bash}
charli charli kirky, i js popped a perky.
Brain-Rot
city boy, diddy foid
one foid, two foid
three foid, four foid,
no foid
charlie foid, stein foid,
chuddy foid, 67 foid,
Foid destroyer, maybe even city boy
41 kirk, big ben erika, foid foid foid
maybe city boys are foids.