Mo’ Poems Week 3
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
