Long Heaney Poems

For Trudy Diane Rider's competition entitled  "Hopelessly devoted" (what is your passion)  
rhyming required ababbcc:





My mind is racing as I vacate my bed
I need to grab my lap top fast as hell
What rhymes...

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JENNY FREE VERSE
 

Balaclava over my head,
I nipped into the John Hewitt 
and went nervously up to the bar. 
'Are you a poet?' a woman's voice inquired. 
I dreaded the question, so embarrassed. It was...

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He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the...

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Poets
in literal meaning
are not responsive
to normative rules of dying

moreover
just like the Saints
they do not fit into a
written conventions

of the existence
of the survival
at all costs
at the cost of their own greatness

they rather resemble
orphaned fortresses
which has to...

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What an opportunity.
A blank piece of paper.
I am a poem, I can fill this white void,
My words will spill over the page.
Will they tumble with joy or sorrow?
Will I make you laugh or cry -...

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He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the...

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...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney


He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the...

Read More

...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney


He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the...

Read More

...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney


He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the...

Read More

...inspired by 'Goodnight' by Seamus Heaney



From dark to black they staggered,
felt for familiar surfaces,
they groped, until the lantern flickered,
faint glow resurrecting shadows.

Cold and flaggy, floors uneven,
up and down they skittered
like two drunkards on a binge,
finding...

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...inspired by 'Goodnight' by Seamus Heaney

From dark to black they staggered,
felt for familiar surfaces,
they groped, until the lantern flickered,
faint glow resurrecting shadows.

Cold and flaggy, floors uneven,
up and down they skittered
like two drunkards on a binge,
finding...

Read More

...inspired by 'Goodnight' by Seamus Heaney

From dark to black they staggered,
felt for familiar surfaces,
they groped until the lantern flickered,
faint glow resurrecting shadows.

Cold and flaggy floors uneven,
up and down they skittered
like two drunkards on a binge,
finding...

Read More

...inspired by 'Goodnight' by Seamus Heaney

From dark to black they staggered,
felt for familiar surfaces,
they groped, until the lantern flickered,
faint glow resurrecting shadows.

Cold and flaggy, floors uneven,
up and down they skittered
like two drunkards on a binge,
finding...

Read More

...inspired by 'Goodnight' by Seamus Heaney

From dark to black they staggered,
felt for familiar surfaces,
they groped, until the lantern flickered,
faint glow resurrecting shadows.

Cold and flaggy, floors uneven,
up and down they skittered
like two drunkards on a binge,
finding...

Read More

...inspired by 'Goodnight' by Seamus Heaney



From dark to black they staggered,
felt for familiar surfaces,
they groped, until the lantern flickered,
faint glow resurrecting shadows.

Cold and flaggy, floors uneven,
up and down they skittered
like two drunkards on a binge,
finding...

Read More

...inspired by 'The Railway Children' by Seamus Heaney

Memories as sharp as diamonds,
keen as knives, the smell of
train smoke burns my nostrils still.

Chilly mornings, misty, magic,
gleaming rails so full of promise,
lumbering Leviathans,

wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland
or...

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...inspired by 'The Railway Children' by Seamus Heaney

Memories as sharp as diamonds,
keen as knives, the smell of
train smoke burns my nostrils still.
Chilly mornings, misty, magic,
gleaming rails so full of promise,
lumbering Leviathans,
wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland
or...

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A HEANEY EKPHRASIS
Lyrical in beauty,dug from
the depths of the past.
A storyteller, articulate in
elegaic stanza writing words
to last.Of farm life and childhood, 
deep in Irish  terra firma in 
which he and his poetry stood.
A delightful...

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...inspired by 'Fireside' by Seamus Heaney


Flashlight tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children hurry
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Quick the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross
patterns...

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...inspired by 'Fireside' by Seamus Heaney


Flashlight tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children hurry
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Quick the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross
patterns...

Read More

...inspired by 'Fireside' by Seamus Heaney


Flashlight tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children hurry
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Quick the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross
patterns...

Read More