Category Poetry

For though the past may hold its claim, /
The soul can rise beyond the flame. /
In time, the chains may start to fall, /
And love and strength can conquer all.

his book has to remain unwritten, unread, unnoticed, /
Because his name could not be on the cover. /
Author Unknown ~ /
The name of the book? /
Is it not clear? /
Can’t you see? /
It’s all about love & all things queer /
And not being seen for fear /
Of Shame.

For we have the power /
To feel it all /
For those who just couldn’t /
Buried deep in the soil /
The hunger, the hurt /
An gorta mór /
The famine is over /
Let’s feast for them all

In fields where ancient whispers flow /
Where wild Atlantic winds do blow /   
There lies a tale of hidden pain /   
Of women bound by unseen chain  

I grew tall /
too quickly /
Almost as quick as my inferiority /
No amount of sloping and flat shoes /
Could hide /
my head above the parapet

now every cell feels the shame /
The programmes passed down from generation to generation /  
Can I break the cycle? /
Can I be the one to say no more? /
Can I be the one to break free of addictions allure?