JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hi guys, I figured the time was right to dive straight into my next post. To coincide with the 1916 centenary celebrations in Ireland, I thought it would be interesting to post something political... Maybe it's time to demonstrate my views, only a little. I'm not strong willed when it comes to politics, but I do have one strong feeling about it all... And that's that Ireland is in a different time to what it once was, back in Easter 1916. I know many people still yearn for a united Ireland.. But I don't understand what more they could possibly want. In my opinion, we reap many benefits from being in the state that we currently are. For those unaware of Irish history, I'll give you a brief explanation. There are six counties in Northern Ireland, that Michael Collins signed off to the United Kingdom back in 1921. There was an agreement drawn up to allow the Irish to have their own home rule, instead of being governed from London. In this agreement, Northern Ir...

Hi guys! I've finally gotten around to posting my February poem.. For this month, I've gone for something old. I mentioned it in my last 'Joanne Here!' post, thinking I had already posted it. Nevertheless, here it is. The Consequences of Forgetting is based upon the same person In Case You Forget , Before I Let You Go and Love Cloud are. The person that, I've grown to realise, never truly had any ties with me. We were always two separate people, with an inevitable ending. There was nothing more than that... That was it. And once I came to that realisation, I felt like a fool. A fool for thinking otherwise. A fool for believing in him... A fool for feeling anything at all. Mainly though.. I felt like a fool for writing poems about him. Words I can't take back.. It's kind of like public humiliation that I've caused to myself. He didn't intentionally hurt me, he was just living a life that was parallel to mine. Our paths rarely crossed then, ...

Happy 2016 guys! I hope ye have all settled in nicely into the new year. And I really hope this year will be the year all your hopes and dreams come true! I've been asked a lot of questions regarding Neurological Warfare since it was posted, and all I've really told people is that it's fictitious. It is, I'm not lying.. But it is a little personal. I initially wrote Neurological Warfare because I thought it would be appropriate to finally construct my thoughts into a poem.. So that people would read it and understand. But while I did that, I put a fictional turn on the story that may have taken away from my point. The moral of Neurological Warfare , in summary, was that there are outsiders, outside relationships, wars, homes, fights, friend circles.. Everywhere.. And very often, more can be seen from the outside. In this instance, the girl can see there is no real point to the war that is happening, and from the outside, she can see how simple it would be to...

Hi there, I'm going to dive straight into my December upload because I doubt I'll get the same time to get around to it after today. There's just so much to do. College is busy, the workload is intoxicating, people are unbearable and sleep is the most difficult thing to get around to these days. It got me thinking about mental health, and what effect a busy, exhausting lifestyle might have on an individual. I also considered the recent terrorism events that have been happening in midland Europe in the past few weeks, and I wanted to write something relevant. Of course, there is a hint of something else in there, an empowerment. Control, almost. What's interesting about the recent terrorism events, is that there are many sides to the fighting. And it's becoming more and more difficult to understand who is on whose side. Though, saying that, there are a minority that are not on any side, because the fighting is pointless.. Violence is not the answer! And t...

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...