JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hello readers.. This month, I want to post my most recent as usual. I know it's been quite a while since my last post, but that's mainly because I've been so busy with everything. Deadlines are all flooding together at once! Anyway, I wrote this while I was actually concentrating on a Creative Media assignment. Basically, what we had to do is create an info graphic, based on a humourous story that has featured in the news. I don't know what it was about my choice but it got me thinking. I decided initially to base my assignment on an article about children's phones replacing piggy banks.. And then I switched it because my ideas for it became more than what the assignment required. I started drawing out massive iPhones, stomping their way around the globe, trampling on all the little piggy banks. Now, I know you're laughing.. But the little piggys! Anyway, aside from the source of the poem, I think you may all agree that this is far less humourous than ...

Hi guys! I've been attempting to write something like this for quite a while now. My first drafts were based on two feelings. Predominant feelings. Or, maybe not feelings exactly.. But inner characters. They contained two main characters personified as a lock and key. Both important to one another. Buckling together to create one. But that's not what I was aiming for. My aim was to capture the two opposite characters that live in us all. Like the angel and demon on opposite shoulders, for example. We are not two faced, we don't have two personalities. We are one person.. with many inner feelings. Our attitude just reflects the feeling we let take control of us. I'm delighted with the finished piece. I believe it captures exactly what I wanted it to. I hoped to create two main characters that would win over the reader. And show that, I've found, even the best of us, the happiest of us, the ones who are always seen to be smiling. And are constantly genuine, frie...

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...