Liam's Poetry Page

  Oh, Ballybunion! It’s a fabulous day, oh what shall we do? Time for a spin and hit the road with my crew! A full tank of Diesel and no destination, A family day out beats any Playstation! Out the gate we go left, somewhere different today. Destination unknown, but far, far away! “Where are we going, Daddy? – the cry from our son. “Wait and see lads!”, our journey’s barely begun!   We head for Tralee but I yearn to go North. To a place up the county that’s close to my heart! For I want to go somewhere that meant so much, to me as a child and my heart it will touch! Ballybunion for me is a place that I love. Fond memories from childhood, times oft dreamt of. My Grandad and I used to go there by bus. No one else to bug us, just the two of us.   I used to love the park overlooking the Castle. Playing in the swings without ever a hassle. To see my own boys playing in that sacred place, brings a joyful smile to this weather-be...

    For Chester... They say a star that shines the brightest, does so for half as long. You blazed a trail across the sky, your heart in every song. The voice of a generation, angelic some would say. But your demons all but won the fight, a year ago today. Your music was so powerful, your lyrics always told a tale. You poured your soul into every song, a broken heart for sale. I never got to see you live, yet I had hoped to in time. I share your music with my sons, and we rock to every line! So, RIP dear Chester, your music shall always live on. Your story now immortalized, within every single song. We can never know the struggles faced, behind closed doors. We must support one another, and learn to listen more!   LM -  20 th of July, 2018

A Lakeshore Walk Waters lapping by the lake shore so gently, A robin observing from an upturned tree. An old boat, whose cargo now only old leaves, Sits overlooking its waters and what used to be. Birds bobbing along on small little waves, a young deer  stops grazing, only to stare. The Castle, imposing under this dark, grey sky. High trees wavering, let out a deep groaning sigh. The limekiln is battered by the strong lakeside wind, Far away islands seem lifeless, bar the birds which sing. Purple Moun tain above Tomies, Its head in the clouds.  What a wonderous terrain we can wander around! A freshly laid path, slowly leads the way. Towards that Cathedral Spire, I must find my way. Wild Killarney, I love you – Don’t ever you change! Beyond the days of  my grandchildren, please stay the same! LM - January 2017

  Praecognitio:   At home one morning – chilling, sitting at my kitchen table. A cup of tea with stone cold toast, feeling fit and able. A cat passes by the kitchen door, a robin perched on a swing. Save for the sound of a ticking clock, I couldn’t hear a thing. The peace and quiet was shattered, a key opens the front door. The sound of a child bursting in, life buzzing from every pore. The young face was familiar, but I didn’t know what to say. Their daddy looked like Stevie, though aged 40 if a day. “Ganda”, the little princess shouts and runs to me with smiles. I’m at a loss as to what is going on, I’ll play along for a while! And Mommy with a newborn babe asks me how I am. Did I take my tablets? How are my shaking hands? I look down to see those hands, a map of veins and liver spots. What the hell has happened to me, have I finally lost the plot?  I realize that I’m an old man, 30 years gone in a flash. My heart sinks for my loved ones, of whom I...

  Jack Ryan’s   The end of an era in Abbeyfeale, a true landmark closes its doors. The time has come to say goodbye to a place that’s given us more.  More than mere nights out, a proper ‘local’ as long as I’ve known.  Jack Ryan’s has been my favourite haunt, no matter where I’ve roamed!   I remember going in there, for a first pint with some old friends. A pub of many along the street - ‘Pat Macs’ we called it back then.  A pint of black, your only man, the best pint that you could get. Then down to Little Nero’s, on Kebabs the change was spent!   Jack himself took over the bar, just over 20 years ago. Many’s a night I spent down there with my dear old Uncle Joe. Joe had his spot down by the bar, vacating only for a smoke. A one-liner and a chat for all, he really was a charming bloke.   I remember Mag and the girls aiming to drink the top shelf dry.  Until a knock came to the door, you could hear the collective sigh...

Oh, little Butterfly: Fly away, oh little butterfly. Flutter away along the breeze. Go on away from peering eyes, Seek shelter in the trees. Menaces are all around, Solely hell-bent on harm. You must stay safe and sound, Nestled safely in green arms. Alas, wind eases, fly again! Soar! Up to the warming sun. Away from evil and it’s kin. Fly ‘till the darkness comes. Don’t look back, pray listen here! You’ve waited for this day. They cannot hurt you, have no fear. Wings of blue, just float away.