JGHeraghty | Poetry

As it is Christmas, I should probably post a Christmas one. It's the most recent poem I've written and considering I was only given a half an hour to write it in one single English class.. It didn't turn out too bad! One thing about me is that I do like to take things into perspective. And, for that reason, in my opinion there are two sides to Christmas .. lights, presents and comfort in lives of luxury in the First World and then, juxtaposing that plain fact, we cease to acknowledge the darkness, poverty, starvation and unsuitable living conditions in which people in the Third World have to endure.. They do not get a Christmas like we do .. Christmas in the Dark Christmas is the time for heartbreaking Trócaire ads, The time when decorations are put up by Dads. Children are told stories of old. Broken souls sit in the cold. Big families arrange for big Christmas meals. Dust cover young, chapped heels. Santa and his reindeer fly across the sky. When yet another h

I had to post this one.. It was co-authored with a good friend of mine Aaron McSharry , a man of many talents. What was funny about this one, was that it was written during a lazy night over Facebook. And, as many of you would comment; we're not your average social network users! Additionally, I love that side to poetry. The side that gives you the opportunity not only to write poetry by yourself but with someone else. It makes it a whole lot funner and possibly even more entertaining. Imagination is key in this one.. It would be hardly right to conclude without mentioning, this one's in loving memory of Julie . Hungry and Confused I am hungry and confused, And very bemused.. By the lack of food I find in the fridge The food was all missing.. Out of the kitchen No one accused And Aaron was very very confused Julie had ate it And she did regret it As Aaron put her with the dust monster Into the lo

It's funny where inspiration falls from... Most poets just sporadically experience a descending rush of inspiration, while others have lives so full of different experiences and characters that they have ideas upon ideas to write about. For me, I think I'm a little of both. What I love most about Poetry is that specific aspect of it. It can be dedicated to anyone, and based upon anything at all in the world. It's basically a simplistic way to deliver a broad variety of thoughts, emotions, themes and stories through a rhythem of words. It's amazing! This one is dedicated to my four siblings. Caroline , Michael jnr. , Mark and Clarice , the people who are pervasively inspiring me yet only sometimes can I find the words to explain just how they make me feel. Our Star A star all golden, A way in pride, Full of joy, Us, outside. The running giggles, And tummy tickles. Chasing Princess, Around our yard! The talkative moments, From smiley components. The musi

This is my first poem to post because it was the first one to get recognised, and not just by anyone.. but by Poetry Ireland themselves on Yeats' Day 2013 . "Ireland 2013" was written to coinside with Yeats' famous 'September 1913.' Considering a century has gone by, the competition's challenge was to comprehend a comparison between Yeats' time and modern day Ireland. So that's what I've done. Ireland 2013 Yeats said romance was gone and dead, Back in the day when most tears were shed. Times when the IRA were up and strong, Days when they could be seen doing wrong. Not right now, when its just biased times; The next Love/Hate enlightening their "newest" crimes. Our time does differ from the old. And if Yeats could talk right now, a different story would be told. We're due a time when they all come home Cross the shores and along they come. Times when they are safe to stay, Unlike the war years when they were for

So I finally decided to start my own website. Yes, copycat says he, but with suggestions from a couple of friends and absolute strangers, it seemed like a good idea to actually put my literature up for viewing and hopefully, I'll recieve some feedback from many other sources. The first time I got the idea for the website was when a woman approached me at a Poetry festival back in June and told me that my poetry was something to be admired and she wished to see more. Of course, since we're all going technical, my work isn't going to be seen sitting in a box on my bedroom floor, now is it? My wish is that I do get feedback.. I hope to become established as a writer. Even if it were only by a small crowd, that would be huge for me! I will appreciate comments with opinions, tips and suggestions but any negative inputs will be removed from the page. That's more for my own sake. Thanks :) Of course, it's going to take a while to get the page properly going, bu