JGHeraghty | Poetry

Would you believe it, August is here already .. Which means that it's about time I got to my next post! I decided to go with something from my more recent additions to the collection. I decided to use the most simplistic of language for this one, which I personally thought would evoke a childish nature to the poem and its subject matter. Basically, I believe this childish language would help the reader to understand the message that is being relayed in the poem. Children's imaginations run wild, which is a common expression. But what about teenagers? Or, even, adults? Are they not to believe in monsters just because they have grown up and should know better? In my opinion, those who convince themselves that monsters are non-existent are experiencing a state of denial. Recently, I have grown to feel like a monster is looking over my shoulder and watching my every move. It's difficult to understand, even for me, but it's true. So I attempted to put my situation into a...

This one is a little different to the rest. Most poets write about the person they, publicly or privately , love . I never, in all honesty, thought I would become one of those type of poets. Everyone has their own unique ways of expressing themselves , which is something that Caroline has kindly explained to me recently. For me, it's through poetry. I know it's normal for people to love others, and well, naturally the love that they feel is shown to the world by their own method of expression . In truth, if I had actually tried to put into words the love that I felt for the person on which this poem is based, it would never have worked out. I would sit, and think, and think.. But nothing would come. The words for this one fell together, when I let my mind wander to where it wished to go. A dedication does exist, but I don't intend to make it public unless it's at the request of the dedicatee . Additionally, things change and people change. That much I have come ...

Hello to who it may interest.. For a short time the site will be under maintenance, but don't worry, it won't effect those who visit the page. What it will do, however, is evoke questions such as "what is up with this one and her disordered fonts?" and all that.. It will look a tad odd, but only for a short time until I fix things up. Secondly, besides answering a question no one has asked yet.. I'll answer questions I have been asked, like "Joanne, do you actually still take the time to write poetry anymore?", or, "with the Leaving Cert, and all, where do you get the time to write extra..?" Firstly, I do still take the time to write, because I love writing. I could never just stop.. And secondly, like a dancer likes to practice dance moves and a footballer likes to practice skills, I like to practice my writing.. So, I dont see it as extra.. More like a hobby :) My favourite question was "Joanne, why do I have to wait until next mon...

So.. I was walking up the road to my house a few days ago and the thought struck me. What if there is someone, just like me, who is as unrealistically keen about hearing about competition results as me. Who won? That's the question, buzzing around in my head when the result is due, any day, to the competition I have entered. So for those who are interested in the answer to "who won the Yeats' Poetry competition of 2014" for young people? which, unfortunately, cannot be found out from the internet (until now), it was me. Yes, for the second year in a row. I understand that makes me look a tad greedy and I almost feel guilty for not giving others, with the same talent, the chance to win, but I could never be happier. This year we were assigned the task of responding to Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death." For the competition, the candidate had to take the perspective of a soldier and respond to the story of the poem. I thought, at first, that...

This one's a little unusual. Ends are pretty sad, most of the time, but as I come to the end of my school years, I decided that I should close up all the loose ends. It was funny, considering I'm beginning my actual Leaving Certificate examinations tomorrow morning, to find a piece of work like this. I scanned through my personal account on the school computer a few months ago, and I moved everything off of the account and onto my USB key. It was brilliant to find a poem I had written in first year. My English teacher assigned the class the task of writing a poem for poetry day in 2010 . We had to work in pairs. I worked with a guy in my year called Darrell Leydon . As well as it being my first poem to co-author , it was my actual first poem to ever write . It's a little amateur , but hey, we all got to start somewhere, right? I didn't make ANY changes to the wording, or the punctuation... I'm posting it as it was written! A Sunny Day It was the middle of may...

I've made it pretty clear that I haven't been posting my poems in the same order that they have been written. Only recently I have dug back out one of my favourite poems that was not just written by me, but with a good old friend of mine. As I said before, co-authoring poetry brings out a funner side to the actual writing of the piece and creates a sort of background story. For this one, it's clear that this fellow and myself are quite the pair of lunatics! The poem was written with Kieren Massie , on the 3rd of August 2011 , the best summer of my life so far, may I add. Thanks to all for that, by the way! :) Here it is... I just called it "Random Poem" .. (if you have a better name for it, drop me a little comment). Random Poem J oyful is the sound of the air. O ver in the distance bunnies stare. A ll around me it's Autumn space. N eat and tidy I tie my lace. N ot only me but everyone. E nemies gone, yet I'm not alone. G lorious sunshine sha...

I wrote this during a free class in school. Despite distractions from those so keen to read it, I managed to piece together what I would refer to as a simplistic poem based on the deepest, and most precious thoughts in my mind. This one is dedicated to Caroline , my big sister. It's very unlike sisters to be as close as we are, so this one's for you. I hope you like it. All of Our Old Walls The time went by too quickly, And we're all grown up now. Our lives have become different: But, at least, we know more how's. How to distinguish right from wrong; And venture through life's song, In a bigger world than the one between All of our old walls. As the clouds roll past on the table, And the words don't spill from my head. I remember all the days we spent together And every single word you ever said. I wonder at times, do you think of me? And our childhood as it's gone? To whisper softly in nostalgia, And, then, continue to go on. I hope yo...