JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hey everyone! This month, I've went with a recent poem. Free Bird says a lot about humanity, it highlights optimism, and the 'fight' we all have in ourselves. Hope is one of the main themes of the poem, for me anyway. I'm uncertain how it will be construed by everyone else. But for me, I think it's one of my favourite. A few years ago, if someone had compared me to a bird, free, flying about in the sky, unafraid of the big world that surrounded me, I would have agreed. Because, it was true. I felt like a bird, in the sky. Free. But now... Now I don't. That freedom seems to have faded. Inside, I have lost a little bit of that innate hope. I think it's safe to say it was initially because of external issues that I've been reduced to these feelings. I think we're all knocked out of the sky for some reason or another.. and it is only then that we find out who we are, what we want and what we're worth. For instance, the bird, will only st...

The title is a big giveaway about the content of this entry. Only days ago, we all lost someone close to us, a good friend and acquaintance. This loss has hit us hard, as losses usually do. But for me, I think people may be wondering why it has hit me so badly. Why I have been so affected. I guess, when I first started going to community bingo in the village, John was the first person I met. The first to pop out of the crowd and introduce himself. Although he was about 50 years my senior, age is only a number. In fact, in our friendship, our names were only words too. It wasn't about who we were, or what we did. We were gathered together, each weekend, as warm company. There to have a laugh, and socialise. It was a place to forget about the lives we lived outside of that bingo hall. The only thing that really mattered was a good sense of humour. And that's what I liked about John. It is pointless to ramble on about turning back time and what we would have done differe...

Happy August guys! This month, I'm really excited to upload my poem... I'm not sure why because, in all honesty, I don't think I'm a 100% satisfied with this poem. A part of me is considering rewriting it, or making some changes. But the other part is content with the finished masterpiece. Going back a good few months now, my younger sister, Clarice, passed a comment that I found breath-taking. I thought it was the most amazing sentence that I'd ever heard in my entire life. I want to give Clarice the credit for the phrase but, the idea that I implemented into a poem is solely mine. Thanks Clarice! Of course, Clarice is always the first person to hear my new poems, before they hit the site, and she loved this one. So I have to give her some acknowledgement. Last month, I put aside the idea of posting a poem that worked in conjunction with my life, but this month, I'm bringing it back. This poem is the poem of my year, in my opinion. I hope others can r...

Happy July guys! I hope you're all keeping well... Caroline has recently requested that I post "A Sense of Place" this month, but I don't think it's the right time. I previously decided to post my poems in relation to my life. But this month, I'm not going to do that. Instead, here's one from my most recent bundle. I got thinking about an old friend earlier this month. One, I knew during the earlier years of my life. A friend, who outshone many of my friends that came later. She wasn't perfect, by far. Her name was Annika Kuyper. Annika taught me some of the most important lessons I know at this point in my life. She showed me that, despite what goes on at home, life can be normal. That absolutely no one is perfect, no matter how much they try. That there's a particular beauty in being different, which I have definitely lived up to! And, the biggest lesson, and the most important. You don't truly know the value of what you have until yo...

Hey guys,  Recently, life is great. Which is something I always say, no matter how bad things really are. I always cover it up with simple words, because the longer explanation requires careful attention and serious listening.. A lot of the time I don't exactly feel like I have that. This year, so far, has taught me the art of remembering . My creativity, I feel, has reduced.. And my motivation too. I feel a little disappointed in those two things. They mean more to me than words can express and I've just let them slip. Up until these recent weeks, I had also forgotten quite a number of things from my childhood.. We get so caught up in the future and all the amazing opportunities ahead of us that sometimes we forget about what's right in front of us. I've come to remember quite a few little things that meant a hell of a lot to me when I was younger... Like, for instance, when I was really small, and had to step up on my tippee toes and stretch out my arm the fu...

Hey guys.. Happy June! I told my sister, Caroline, I would post my June poem sooner than I have, but no poem in my collection suited the humour that has prevailed over me since the finale of my first year of college.. So, I wrote this one today. This next poem is the closest I can get to express one constant in my life. I have no explanation for the ways I'm feeling recently, so instead I'm redirecting my concentration toward the core of me. The Owner of Your Boots is about my brother, Michael Jnr., and how, all my life, I grew up looking for a protective figure to support me.. And, I've only ever felt it was there spiritually. This is a kind of poem I love to write.. But it's fairly difficult to allow myself to tap into these sort of feelings, so these poems come rarely. I have found a protective figure, that is my boyfriend Sean Golden, who I have previously mentioned a few times.. It's not entirely possible for someone else to fill my brother's sho...

Hello again readers! I know this is my second post this month, but I'm keen to upload this one. In my last post I mentioned that May was my least favourite month of the year, and while there are many contributing reasons, this is one of the main ones. Today, the 27th of May, marks the 5th anniversary of a life changing event that I experienced. Five years ago, I was on a school tour with my class mates in Secondary school. We went to an activity center across the Irish border, in Northern Ireland. I won't give any specific details.. But basically, what happened was, I joined my friends on various obstacle courses in both water-based and land-based activities. I could safely have said it was the time of my life. That was until we went to do an archery course. I genuinely thought that meant bows and arrows.. But I was wrong. Instead, it was a course with activities such as swinging like Tarzan and walking on wired lines... I came to one specific activity, it was a leaping...