Mo’ Poems Week 3

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Mo’ Poems Week 3

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The poems keep coming and they don’t stop coming. We’re inundated with gorgeous poems. It’s actually wild. I’m in awe of everyone’s work, it’s been such a privilege to curate this list. Anyway, enough from me, here are this week’s poems!

Take a read through and enjoy – we’ll see ye next week! If you want to donate to the fundraiser, you can do here.

Mo’ Poem #13: Jessie Flood

A Few Hairs

A few hairs above the lip
For those tears that you don’t let slip

A few hairs above the lip
For the days you wonder if this is it

A few hairs above the lip
Each hair a reason why you should exist

A few hairs above the lip
To remind you

The world is better with you in it

Mo’ Poem #14: Erin Butler

Hug Your Friends

His teachers called him ‘loud’,

His friends called him ‘cool’,

He made his parents proud.

He was the coolest guy at school.

He was wanted by the women,

He was idolised by the men.

Sometimes my heart breaks to think

His won’t beat again.

You see, his doctors said he’d be fine.

The waiting lists took too long.

His parents said it would pass in time,

Then one day he was gone.

That’s the problem, you see,

It starts with you and me,

My friend and our planned matching tattoo –

The one that is now a memoriam for you.

I may never get to say this but,

I miss you every day.

Mo’ Poem: #15: Lee Sheridan

When in the Wake

We all have work to do, just as

Suffering has its work with you, and

Should it sit by your side, know it’s

Doing so for a reason; it is there to

Teach you something.

It wants to lead you, gently, to a

Green road of primrose and sea aster,

Where the watchful crow is perched on an

Old fence, and your mind, when brought to

Rest, will not link it to oblivion, or death,

Or any other imposter.

Take long strides in Suffering’s silent wake and

Partake in the wonders that come your way – the

Chance to speak in Irish or Spanish, to drink beer,

Climb the Sugarloaf, and play Pearse Station’s piano,

Whether you can play it well or not.

Your life is made of music, so sing loud;

Tomorrow waits for another verse.

Mo’ Poem: #16: Bobbo The Bard

Bobbo’s incredible poem can be watched and listened to here.

Mo’ Poem #17: Stephen Caulfield

Between…

Let me sink

Leave me dive

So deep

So dark

All feeling numbed

Extinguished by shadow

Voices calling

Stirring the darkness

Chasing shade away

Pain and ache

Like conscious rebirth

Yet the deep calls

Easy to sleep

Untethered by corporeal concerns

Come back to us

Don’t leave, you ARE loved

Mo’ Poem #18: Ryan Duggins

On Days When There Is Feck All On

On days when there is feck all on

Still get dressed

I know you’re stressed

That those planning days

Might be long gone

On days when there is feck all on

And time that once was free is locked

In dreams where all the people flock

To frolic in your fun

On days when there is feck all on

You flick through friends of times gone by

And how you made your partners cry

Do they too have plans equal

To none?

On days when there is feck all on

Spray a scent

Do your hair

Who cares if no one’s there to stare?

Life rebirths at the rise of the sun

You’ll be OK

Ease your eyes

Before the day is done

On days when there is feck all on

Mo’ Poem #19: Amy-Louise Barry

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