Where Have All The Heroes Gone?

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?

Elusive Poem

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

a tanka takes root

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

and denial

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

ever persisting

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)


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Social Fretwork

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

Social Fretwork – Poetry Reading by Dermott Hayes

At last, Wildsound has a stab at my poem but I can’t help thinking the chap didn’t under stand it…

POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

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?

Four years

Do you have a favorite poet?

Alexander Pope

What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Interesting theme.

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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