not sure if this is finished but it's a thought i guess

Men won’t talk?

 

Sure we can talk the cross off an ass’s back, can us men,

Our use of diction and local dialect is second to none,

Sort out issues with whole countries, since time began,

Take everything in our stride; make it seem like fun,

Be the life and soul of any gig or party,

 

Perhaps it’s just the way we Irish are reared,

Men are strong, hard decision makers, and in charge,

Women are soft, to be treasured for and cared,

A force of nature us men by and large,

Yet hiding a need to be heard by anyone,

 

Brought up to work hard, marry, be a family man,

A pillar of any given community, stood tall,

Taught to stand firm, fight for good if we can,

Men are to be peers to those who follow and never fall,

Surrounded by people, yet no one to talk to,

 

Sat in a pub, having a good old hearty laugh with the lads,

Expert in everything from politics to rocket science and more,

Discussing all from fashion to fads,

Protectors of values men stand to the fore,

Like scared children afraid to show any sign of weakness,

 

At the first sign of doubt, men dismiss it as soft thought,

Any idea of something that may cause worry,

Barriers go up and no way will men be caught,

Lacking in manly duties, finding it hard, so hard to say sorry,

A tough exterior is all anyone will see,

 

Men, the life and soul of any gig, or party they go to,

Always hiding a need to be heard, by someone, anyone,

Surrounded by people, yet no one to talk things through,

Scared that they will be seen as the weakest one,

Decision made, preferring death, then face our version of truth.

enough go quietly enda kenny joan burton

Enough go quietly

 

No, I will not go quietly without having my say,

I have listened to your words beating me down,

Yes I will go, but not on your say,

If I stay, I surely will, under your words drown,

But I will not go quietly,

 

You, who are self-proclaimed know it all’s,

Shouting your rhetoric from your podium,

No, you will not see me fall,

I have found my voice I know who I am,

You can push but I will not go quietly,

 

Use all your tricks, for I have seen them at play,

Too long I have sat in my quiet little box,

No longer do you have anything of worth to say,

I have taken way too many of your hard knocks,

I am awake and will not go quietly,

 

Having woken from my long suffering slumber,

Taken all the tough times you have dished out,

Thought long and hard I now have your number,

What once was a whisper has grown into a shout,

Perhaps I will go but you will be leaving quietly,

 

You have poked this sleeping beast once too often,

And had no response for far too long,

The anger festered and will not now soften,

Noisily singing a different song,

As you leave look back this beast is awake,

 

No more bending to your do or die rule,

Nor your use of tactics best kept for war,

This once sleeping beast is no such fool,

You are no leader you have gone too far,

Say farewell now it’s time to go quietly.

Christy O'Donnell ,Humour in Poetry.: Behind those eyes

Christy O'Donnell ,Humour in Poetry.: Behind those eyes: Behind those eyes   Deep behind those eyes you stare with intent, Hidden thoughts, of those things you always wanted to do, ...

Behind those eyes

Behind those eyes

 

Deep behind those eyes you stare with intent,

Hidden thoughts, of those things you always wanted to do,

Wonderful times when you appeared so content,

Happy go lucky, that was you,

 

Underneath that brow lurked a somewhat joyful youth,

The times you had the places you had been,

I guess we both always told each other the truth,

For behind your eyes are the same things I have seen,

 

So many times I was there to help and guide,

Taught you how to make them all smile,

To me you could never have lied,

No matter how much you used your guile,

 

And even when the truth hurt you to say,

Things were all mixed up in your mind,

I was there to ask if you needed a place to stay,

You knew how easy I was always to find,

 

Your determination was a sight to behold,

In everything you tried and every job you held,

Yet something in those eyes went cold,

Something strange therein had dwelled,

 

You are gone now no longer here,

Missed by more than you will ever know,

What lurked behind your eyes was fear,

The sight clouded when you decided to go,

 

Happy go lucky, that was always you,

So much our eyes have together seen,

I miss your cheeky smile you know,

All I can see now is what could have been.