When once upon a time one had to knock at your friends door to see if they were in because your parents had put a cap on the phone bill to stop you ringing ....
When you recycled your bottles of pop for pocket money, a halfpenny for your fruit salad chew and you couldn't resist a black jack that turned your tongue blue ..
When your first job was picking fresh organic field mushrooms for the local grocery , a Tuppence a punet was plenty ....
When you helped the elders of your community across the road because their glasses were stuck together with sticky tape balanced on their nose ......
When your friend called Cyril the dog taught you to swim in the river and the sea and you adventured in the pond on your makeshift barrelled boat , your spirit was free swinging on a rope amongst the river trees ...
When it was safe to walk to the park through your village , your community ,and you know you felt safe because everyone knew , you see ...
When the day finished off with scraps wrapped in The Sun newspaper shared amongst your friends whom you spent climbing trees navigating yourselves scumping apples over the old mans private fence ...
Categories:
halfpenny, freedom, growing up, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Irelands capital Dublin, it's a beautiful city
Famous for its Guinness and Jameson's whiskey
The Temple bar area for music and the 'craic'
Many say on departing "one day I'll be back".
Molly Malone can be seen, with her wheelbarrow
In busy Grafton street that's so bustling and narrow
The silvery grey water's of the river Liffey
Flows right through the city and into the sea.
Busy O'Connell street with its giant spire
Had troubled times with the sound of gunfire
The spire now stands where Nelsons column stood
A reminder of British rule that's now gone for good.
The symbol of self rule the G.P.O. stands
So peaceful now all you hear is the bands
The Halfpenny bridge is a wonderful sight
Even more impressive when lit up at night.
So come on over to Dublin, do come and see
Do indulge yourself, with some Irish hospitality
When the time comes to leave after your stay
You'll promise yourself to comeback one day.
16 May 2018
Categories:
halfpenny, ireland, places,
Form: Rhyme
Oh hi there!
Yes I'm fine
can you hold on just a sec
while I prepare myself
There
I think I’m ready for you
to read this
No wait
Lemmie get my words in order
Have you seen my heart anywhere?
What happened to the hope
I put on this shelf
It was here just a minute ago
I don’t suppose you came across
inspiration or passion on your way in
Okay sorry things are a mess over here
can I just straighten up a bit?
Now I think I am ready for you
Wait,
You know I’m not a real poet, don’t you?
I hope you weren’t expecting
emotional revelations or
deep understandings or
spiritual awakenings like
what did Mrs. Halfpenny call it?
anyway
Forgive me this place is a wreck
There’s not much more to me though
than this is what you see
I’m not sure what you were expecting
and oh I think I hear the baby
Well this has been pleasant
May I get your hat and coat?
We’ll do this again I’m sure.
Okay they’re gone.
Categories:
halfpenny, hope, me,
Form: Free verse