death of a martyr

from a long time ago found this thought it was worth throwing out there :)

 

Death of a martyr

Sat in this cell, is like living in hell,

They’ll never let me out,

The louder I scream, the less I’ll be seen,

So I’ve learned how, not to shout,

I’m sick of this bucket; they won’t let me chuck it,

So I threw it all over the walls,

The smell is intense; it makes no bloody sense,

And still, they won’t answer my calls,

They’ve taken my clothes, for god only knows,

I sit here naked and bare,

A tin plate on the floor, behind that solid door,

I’m refusing to taste their fayre,

I sleep on the ground; it’s where I am found,

For they have now taken my bed,

Cold and alone, shook to the bone,

I think that soon, I’ll be dead,

They’ve taken my all, in the hopes I will fall,

And agree to their little plan,

Soon they will see, my mind is set free,

They’ll learn the resolve of this man,

With clean sheets I woke, a doctor he poked,

A needle right into my arm,

Asked me to eat, the taste of defeat,

Before I would, do myself harm,

Yet locked in my cell, its heaven not hell,

It is them who sit and observe,

While they kneel down, under that British crown,

I for one will not serve,

Keep yer food and yere bed, I’d rather be dead,

Than give up my right to be free,

For a simple request, put you all to the test,

Pride was all you could see,

I’ve had my last shave; I go now to my grave,

For freedom I made my last stand,

I made it my fight; I fought for the right,

I die free for my Ireland.

finding fathers

Finding fathers

It was pre planned, before you arrived they, decided,

In secrecy, hiding behind a veil of, who knew best?

Yet to stop neighbours gossiping rule they abided,

Henceforth my time, was always put to the test,

Though I was for the asking, until I was blue,

Stonewall silence I met, at each, and every turn,

Family and friends, denying all they knew,

Avoided any and all mention, my desire burned,

Wondered, if somehow you knew I existed,

Did anyone tell you, I walked this planet earth?

My annoying questions, was how I persisted,

To no avail carried on, heavy of heart,

Knowing a past life will, find a way,

To make a noise in the present time,

An idea, a question, little or nothing to say,

Triggers fear for those who thought, all to be fine,

Information passed from one to the next,

Like subversives, on any border, cruising,

Word of mouth, no paper trail, no hidden text,

Nice thoughts, yet feeling all the while, losing,

Yet time and tide wait for none,

And both time and tide have, surely turned,

A million questions, a million, plus one,

And into the past, once more, we are hurled,

Her account? His version? circumstances untold,

No more vague response, to who or why?

Answers to a past, and a future to unfold,

From conception, I never, you, denied.

the pandemic

 The pandemic shows no sign of shifting 

Let's all have a party in Clifden 

If they find out so what 

They're a right foolish lot 

We'll spin em a yarn and they’ll listen 

know this

 KNOW YOU THIS 

Yes, it is me. A fleeting thought, 

Passing through your mind, 

I am there always, waiting, 

for you to find, 

Know you this, you are forever cared for, 

Know you this, it is I who cares, 

 

For we are family, born to the same clan, 

Share the same genes,  

From some woman or man, 

Not always speaking, yet ever present in dreams, 

Know you this, I think of you often, 

Know you this, I cared, in your darkest times  

 

I cared enough to fill a box, 

with things you might enjoy, 

I care enough to listen, 

when others may not try, 

Know you this, of you, I fondly think, 

Know you this, lean on me, when you face the brink, 

 

We are family, share the love and loss, 

We are many and we are few, 

We all have in time paid the price, suffered the cost, 

Looking back the love and loss we knew, 

But hear this, you are loved, 

Know this, you are thought fondly of, 

 

We are eldest and youngest, look forward and recall, 

Parent and child, helped cushion many a fall, 

Sat at life's table, we share in the good, 

Iron out anything, misunderstood, 

Know you this, good or not I think of you, 

Forever care for, and family cares, 

Present in dreams, thought of often, 

In your darkest hour, you have family, 

Whom fondly of you think. 

 

Christy o donnell 😊 

did you meet anyone

 Did you meet anyone?

Did you meet anyone, where did you go?

Did you stop to chat to someone you know?

Was the sun shining brightly, as you ambled your way,

Did you meet someone with something new to say?

Did you learn something new, about where you stood,

To those you spoke to, was their tale good,

Did you talk about history, fables, and tales,

Old murders and mysteries hauntings and tales,

Of people who worked hard while toiling their land,

Farmers and gentry, of foxes and hounds,

Who chases who in the bid to survive,

While the chased and the chaser try staying alive.

Did you meet anyone was it someone you knew,

Did they know of your family your history you?

Did you travel afar all over the county,

Watch all that grew, so vast a bounty,

Planted by all who wish to recall,

Heroes to yet come after those who would fall,

Did you meet anyone, was it good to head out,

Find old and new friends scattered about,

Of all you have met their stories please share,

Tell us all, as if we were there?

In your time and place you are never alone,

We tune in and listen. For this is our home.

Christy O Donnell