They took the easter out of egg and stripped the fair of fun It was a committee decision with a person in the chair but there was no offence and no-one left to care They took the christ out of Christmas Now an X marks the spot where love was ripped away making room for…Read more Where Have All The Heroes Gone?
Today is World Poetry Day Imagine there was a day for writing poetry, for words that cure sorrow, hurt and loneliness, feed hungry people, house the homeless, when a rhythmic phrase might stop a war and calm the hate that chokes the love and fans the flames of bitter bile, churning in the bowels of …Read more Elusive Poem
If I could write it in a phrase of people fighting for the land that nurtured them from birth and those before and after, some call it foolish but the true word is brave to fight for nature's freedom is a true act of courage, a natural response to protect a mother. There are hard…Read more STAMPEDE
Tanya’s words in ‘a tanka takes root‘ have deep roots, too and inspired me to add this paltry poem of my own in response .
If I could write it in a phrase,
people fighting for the land
that nurtured them from birth
and those before and after.
Some call it foolish
But the true word is brave
to fight for nature’s freedom
is a true act of courage,
a natural response
to protect a mother.
There are hard times ahead
with wilful destruction
of earth, peace and truth,
until all that is left
will crumble and fall.
Pride is a currency
that thrives in inflation,
except by natural law
all pride deflates
until it falls
and all it’s built
comes tumbling down.
Where are the heroes,
the writers, the leaders
who coined the phrase
to make us think
that what we do
will be measured
by what we do to others
and by what we wish
they do to us?
roots twist over rock
searching, a slow motion dance
then, soft ground’s surface piercing
wisdom tapped from deep within
…if the root is holy, so are the branches. (Rom 11:16b, NIV)
For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil. (1 Tim 6:10a, NIV)
Last month, my poem Social Fretwork got chosen as one of the top poems of the September Wildsound Poetry festival in Toronto (https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/24/social-fretwork-poetry-reading-by-dermott-hayes/) but I was less than happy with the resulting recording of the poem. So I recorded my own version. Incidentally, you will notice the link above, to the Poetry Festival, says 'social-fretwork-poetry-reading-by-dermott-hayes'…Read more Social Fretwork
Picture credit: Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree Unfinished The game is never up, the last tune never played, if life is just for chance, there's nothing worth saving, not even the last dance Don't cry aloud don't rail at me, just smile and grip the moment, living, until there, it's gone like a passing cloud,…Read more Unfinished
At last, Wildsound has a stab at my poem but I can’t help thinking the chap didn’t under stand it…
Poetry performed by actor Kaleb Alexander
SOCIAL FRETWORK by Dermott Hayes
POETRY 7 questions:
What is the theme of your poem?
Are social networks a paradox?
How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
When we communicate with cyber friends, does it engender more anxiety and loneliness.
How long have you been writing poetry?
Do you have a favorite poet?
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Published three books, a biography, a novel and a collection of short stories. New novel on the way and another collection of short stories. Short film, 1916, Souls of Freedom to be screened at Kerry Film Festival in October. Screenplay, Old Bones has been performed, this month, by Wildsound festival.
What is your…
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