Our Life of Poems
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During this time, I lost my Father Michael McCarthy to the dreaded cancer as well as his sister and my dear Aunt, Shelagh Barnard, so I would like to dedicate this book to their memory.
Some dear friends have also suffered with loss and I have included many poems written for them, some at a request for a eulogy type piece.
Other poems were inspired by world events or just a photograph, [the latter usually inspired my war pieces].
Sean Michael McCarthy
Our Life of Poems is the third and final works of my trilogy. In memory of my Dad Michael Frederick McCarthy and his big sister Shelagh Barnard, [McCarthy], of Merthyr Tydfil, [originally Beech Terrace kids]. I miss you Dad x If you missed my first two books, [My Life of Poems and Your Life of Poems], I have added a few examples from each book so you can maybe see how my style has developed, [for better or worse depending on your own taste]. I hope you enjoy and maybe find comfort as I know others already have and thank you all who have supported me and encouraged my writing these past few years. Next is my novel, too long on the back burner.
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Our Life of Poems - Sean Michael McCarthy
Our Life of
Poems
Sean Michael McCarthy
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Contents
1. Souls repent
2. Mind of Mayhem
3. Twenty eighty-two
4. My Heart Forgets
5. The Reaper thought
6. Always in
7. Reflect, your hesitate
8. Time of short amaze
9. Repent me let
10. Always, I’ll be there
11. Marbled row
12. Haunt of past
13. Such moments
14. Breeze on carry past
15. Old John my boy
16. Stab within the soul
17. Stand
18. Dreams in crumbled blow
19. Goliaths final pause
20. My marrows freeze
21. The last let go
22. Angels in my mind again
23. Fades another
24. This
25. Silhouettes of you
26. What moment
27. To heaven vowed
28. The World Through Rainbow Tears
29. Did You Know
30. Narcissists
31. Halo’s shine
32. Free again, be there
33. Lost in memories
34. Moments ponder
35. Steal away of dream
36. Drift as mist
37. Behold these eyes
38. You’ll
39. Give me just a moment
40. My child
41. What words
42. At last
43. Smothered woes
44. Such surround
45. Whirlpool
46. I’ll miss
47. It seems to be
48. Worries left at ease
49. July the first, this day
50. Blossom tree
51. Pushed on
52. Moments lost
53. Cratered pools
54. Corners of my mind
55. Today I found
56. Swirls within my mind
57. The trumpets call
58. Whispered call
59. This way of end
60. Horrors I have lived through
61. A loneliness of soul
62. Feather white
63. Such distant dream
64. Deepest ocean blue
65. What realms doth spirit float
66. No words have I
67. Yesterdays tomorrow
68. Shade of Angels wings
69. Stumbles to each stride
70. Carried whispers
71. Words to comfort you
72. At night in shadows dark
73. Are you there
74. Hides a photo
75. Never cease to be
76. Blown adversity
77. All we are
78. Your love, this day
79. Burnt low
80. Some words I’ve left
81. Silent final words
82. Piper lad
83. Outside the gates of heaven
84. Through eyes of tears
85. We’re not all the same
86. Fleeting thoughts
87. Max
88. Autistic mind
89. Sixth of June
90. Sensations
91. The sky reflects
92. Drag of me
93. Stole the summer sun
94. In two days’ time
95. Next doors kids
96. A beer with me
97. Stranger on the mantlepiece
98. Sunrise hesitate
99. Shadow to your eye
100. Moments being me
101. My son
102. A rainbow white
103. Fondness pulls
Our Life of Poems is the third and final works of my trilogy.
In memory of Michael Frederick McCarthy and Shelagh Barnard [McCarthy] of Merthyr Tydfil [originally Beech Terrace]. I miss you Dad x
Within these pages you will find another 103 original pieces written by me between July 2017 and October 2019.
During this time I lost my Father Michael McCarthy to the dreaded cancer as well as his sister and my dear Aunt, Shelagh Barnard so I would like to dedicate this book to their memory.
Some dear friends have also suffered with loss and I have included many poems written for them, some at a request for a eulogy type piece.
Other poems were inspired by world events or just a photograph, [the latter usually inspired my war pieces].
At the back of the book I have added some explanation to some of the writings to try and provide a bit of insight into my mind set when they were created. As always when inspiration arrives it is usually in one flow with just a bit of tweaking afterwards to correct spelling mistakes or grammar errors too loud to let slide under poetic licence.
I have also added some pictures along with the relevant poems number so you can see who it is I have written about/for.
Finally, in case you missed my first two books, [My Life of Poems and Your Life of Poems], I have added a few examples from each book so you can maybe get a taste and/or see how my style has developed, [for better or worse depending on your own taste].
I hope you enjoy and maybe find comfort as I know others already have and thank you all who have supported me and encouraged my writing these past few years.
Next is my novel, too long on the back burner.
1. Souls repent
How tortured is my souls repent,
regrets in scar so deep.
So dark in lonely hours spent,
past wrongs, for now, I weep.
Once sunshine days forever lost,
my temper burst brought cloud.
How heavy weighs the conscience cost,
heart cries, so sad, aloud.
The magic flow did me surround,
not seen, my distant stare.
Small children, joy of such astound,
the world was mine, right there.
I’m sorry for the times not had,
so many moments missed.
So selfish was my life as Dad,
how hindsight, hits, with fist.
Working days, working nights,
too busy for your games.
How blind I was to all the sights,
the guilt, and how, it shames.
Forgive me daughters, sorry son,
I rue the chances spurned.
My dreams all change the past now spun,
to put you first, I’ve learned.
I wish that I was there for you,
each night to tuck you in.
Your arms around as hugs you threw,
your gap toothed, happy grin.
Regret I do the times of scold, my
shouts of GET TO BED
. Resist
so stubborn to gentle hold, those
hurtful words I said.
I hate myself for tears you cried,
when Daddy smacked your bum.
Forgive me Lord, this heart repents,
my haunt, those things, I’ve done.
Our days cut short by searching need,
my visits fast, so fleet.
Lost was I in selfish greed,
depart, your tears, would greet.
For those of you with children young,
take heed and listen well.
Such innocent through hearts is sung,
your future tears now quell.
Take the time and make the room,
grab precious moments all.
The all for granted and assume,
get rid, dispel, let fall.
Fill futures dreams with pure content,
leave satisfied your soul.
See every precious moment spent,
submerge your love in whole.
So dark in lonely hours spent,
past wrongs, for now, I weep.
How tortured is my souls repent,
regrets in scar so deep.
2. Mind of Mayhem
Inside my mind of mayhem rule,
my silent screams shout out.
Slows the heart in tired beat,
all life, seems turned, about.
So blunt the point of carry on,
why does my soul exist.
Sure was once my covered back,
now stabbed, your knife, deep twist.
How rainbows turn to black and white,
submerged by slow fade grey.
What goals, where’s love, why carry on,
lost will, to be, or stay.
Is this my lot of life reward,
does karma deem me done.
Hard this race, so long up hill.
no winning lines seem won.
I thought, by now, my world would be,
a crystal rose serene.
Each breath so sweet, like nectar drawn,
living, life, of dream.
Inside my mind of mayhem rule,
feel I, so incomplete.
Spirit weighed by heavy thought,
outlooks, low, downbeat.
Footprints trail in coloured sands,
my crystal towers to shard.
World of colour has crumbled dust,
battered, beaten, scarred.
This day to day of routine chore,
no end of shift reward.
The sit alone with vacant stares,
whiskey, alone, is poured.
My fingers count like tally sticks,
lost things I once enjoyed.
Empires built in loved surround,
abandoned and destroyed.
In distant fade like long lost dream,
remembers of once had.
How failed the feel inside of heart,
no shake of rid this sad.
Like winter storms that spring will end,
chin up, snap out, you fool.
Banish dark to corner hide,
my mind of mayhem rule.
3. Twenty eighty-two
The year is twenty eighty-two,
the world is piled in ash.
The last alive of flower blooms,
grows down, amongst, the trash.
The skies are locked in constant haze,
the scents all breeze with death.
Such silence in the windless tune,
no air, to catch, one’s breath.
Who treads no more to footprints leave,
the whole extinct of man.
How fated was this blueprint fall,
our fail, to see, the plan.
The year is twenty eighty-two,
the world is piled in ash.
How high we built our towers gold,
tumbled, shatter, crash.
The seas that lap in slow roll sludge.
once blue turned brackish grey.
So many bones of long picked clean,
upon, the shore, now lay.
The grassy streets in covered vine,
smashed glass of windows wink.
Desperate search with rancorous caw,
flock crow, eyes dead, on brink.
The year is twenty eighty-two,
the world is piled in ash.
Across the plains now desert dry,
the thunders, lightening, flash.
So great the storms of such immense,
plays dark like lost Macbeth.
Nothing lives, survives, exists,
all born, meet sudden, death.
All shadows grey with crumbled dust,
rainbows shine black brown.
Turned powdered white in blink of eye,
burning, end, brought down.
The year is twenty eighty-two,
the world is piled in ash.
A war to end all wars has been,
the world, a ruined, smash.
How stupid were these