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Fiona Boland

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

The Elements

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"Steel yourself"
The mountain cries,
"You cannot dare
Predict the skies"

"Shield yourself"
The trees advise,
"To face the storm
Would be unwise"

"Guard yourself"
The cloud imparts,
"The hunter preys
On fragile hearts"

"Hide yourself"
The wisest warns,
"For different is
As society scorns"

And all the while I took no heed

"Be yourself"
The thought intrudes,
"They're not all bad"
It then concludes

And for once I did take heed

"Fooled yourself"
The truth did hurt,
"Your brightest...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

If I Looked Back

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If I looked back
Everything would halt
Like the pain wishes

If I looked back
Muscles would seize
Like exhaustion demands

If I looked back
Heart would stutter
Like the hope for rest is nigh

If I looked back
You would be there
Like your life isn't just a memory

If I looked back
I will see you and I
Like we were when we were happy

So I never dare look back

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Contradictory

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Crisp and golden
Was the penny that fell
Into a beggar's hand

Devout and reverent
Was the prayer that fell
From a dying sinners lips

Devine and otherworldly
Was the apparition that came
To a desperate man's bedside

Merciful and gracious
Was the relief that came
To a dead man walking

Overwhelming and bright
Were the shades that revealed
Themselves to the blind

Gilded and safe
Was the cage that housed
The sick and different

Structured and comfortable
Was the...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

My Love

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Beautiful
So beautiful

With an angels voice
And midnight hair
With a laugh like that
And a smile so fair

With a mind so sharp
And a humour so bold
With skin made of sunshine
That was forged from gold

With a presence so startling
And an absence so cruel
With a love so desired
In the words of a fool

Beautiful
You're beautiful

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Self Portait

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Lines and hollows
Ran like rivers do on 
either side of pale 
Mountains, 

A slope, crooked
Worn and cratered
Kept the metal aloft
Like a pillar.

Glass flashed in
The half light and
Barely allowed a glimpse 
Of what lay beneath.

Heat like buried lava 
Rose, roiling in their mounds
And ironically spoke of 
Indulgence

And waves pounded 
Like fists against a cage,
Daring to escape and
Set their secrets free.

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Teenage (II)

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Rain

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Can you see the rain?
It falls like natures gold
And burns a path 
And falls

Its colour, crystal clear
It sparkles in the sun
And marks it downward trail
And falls

Its rapid pace is set
By storms and cloud
And overcast predictions
And falls

It cools the flush of cheeks
It comes when cheeks are flush
And settles crisply there
And falls

It winds a trail
It tracks a sadness
And leaves a sadness in its wake 
And...

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The Elements

"Steel yourself"
The mountain cries,
"You cannot dare
Predict the skies"

"Shield yourself"
The trees advise,
"To face the storm
Would be unwise"

"Guard yourself"
The cloud imparts,
"The hunter preys
On fragile hearts"

"Hide yourself"
The wisest warns,
"For different is
As society scorns"

And all the while I took no heed

"Be yourself"
The thought intrudes,
"They're not all bad"
It then concludes

And for once I did take heed

"Fooled yourself"
The truth did hurt,
"Your brightest rays
Have drowned the earth"

If I Looked Back

If I looked back
Everything would halt
Like the pain wishes

If I looked back
Muscles would seize
Like exhaustion demands

If I looked back
Heart would stutter
Like the hope for rest is nigh

If I looked back
You would be there
Like your life isn't just a memory

If I looked back
I will see you and I
Like we were when we were happy

So I never dare look back

Contradictory

Crisp and golden
Was the penny that fell
Into a beggar's hand

Devout and reverent
Was the prayer that fell
From a dying sinners lips

Devine and otherworldly
Was the apparition that came
To a desperate man's bedside

Merciful and gracious
Was the relief that came
To a dead man walking

Overwhelming and bright
Were the shades that revealed
Themselves to the blind

Gilded and safe
Was the cage that housed
The sick and different

Structured and comfortable
Was the system that protected
The rich and powerful

Luxurious and tempting
Were the things that hurt
Our home the most

Righteous and pious
Were the people who paved
That familiar road to hades

Righteous and pious
Were the people that saw
Little beyond themselves

My Love

Beautiful
So beautiful

With an angels voice
And midnight hair
With a laugh like that
And a smile so fair

With a mind so sharp
And a humour so bold
With skin made of sunshine
That was forged from gold

With a presence so startling
And an absence so cruel
With a love so desired
In the words of a fool

Beautiful
You're beautiful

Self Portait

Lines and hollows
Ran like rivers do on 
either side of pale 
Mountains, 

A slope, crooked
Worn and cratered
Kept the metal aloft
Like a pillar.

Glass flashed in
The half light and
Barely allowed a glimpse 
Of what lay beneath.

Heat like buried lava 
Rose, roiling in their mounds
And ironically spoke of 
Indulgence

And waves pounded 
Like fists against a cage,
Daring to escape and
Set their secrets free.

Rain

Can you see the rain?
It falls like natures gold
And burns a path 
And falls

Its colour, crystal clear
It sparkles in the sun
And marks it downward trail
And falls

Its rapid pace is set
By storms and cloud
And overcast predictions
And falls

It cools the flush of cheeks
It comes when cheeks are flush
And settles crisply there
And falls

It winds a trail
It tracks a sadness
And leaves a sadness in its wake 
And falls

Can you see the rain?
It falls upon my cheeks 
And forms my tears
And falls.

Outline of a Car

Silhouettes
And second hand blinkers
Lit the dash like streetlights,

Shadows preyed on the corners
That blurred the edges 
Of that memory like
Smokescreens do

And brick work bridges curved,
Like half made circles
Rippling from the land.

Inky blue dripped,
Cold and heavy like
Oil on a canvas of midnight

And signs, sharp and subtle
In their illumination 
Played tricks on weeping eyes.

Uneven and unkempt it was,
The road, whose friends were 
Silhouettes 

Crying

In the valley of my cheek 
There runs a river,
I dont know why it flows

In the hollow of my eyes
There sits a lake,
I dont know why it forms

In the edges of my nose
There flows a waterfall,
I dont know why it drips

In the warmth of my palm 
There lies a pond,
I dont know why it's there

In the curve of my lips
There ebbs a sea,
I dont know why it sits

In the source of my tears
There is a dam,
I dont know how it holds

Crying

In the valley of my cheek 
There runs a river,
I dont know why it flows

In the hollow of my eyes
There sits a lake,
I dont know why it forms

In the edges of my nose
There flows a waterfall,
I dont know why it drips

In the warmth of my palm 
There lies a pond,
I dont know why it's there

In curve of my lips
There ebbs the sea,
I dont know why it sits

In the source of my tears
There is a dam,
I dont know how it holds

Into the Woods

My Dreams

My dreams are rotting branches,
That sag beneath my weight,
And though futile, I try to save,
The dreams I've left too late.

My dreams are rotting branches,
That once were full of fruit,
And every Spring, at winters end,
My dreams would start to shoot. 

My dreams are rotting branches,
The smell of moulding wood,
Has replaced the vibrant odour,
Of dreams that would and could.

My dreams are rotting branches,
Though I had cared so well,
Pruned and watered carefully,
Healthy dreams, that I could tell.

My dreams are rotting branches,
A blight has struck them all,
Feeble now and at their end,
The dreams that once stood tall.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I have nothing left to dream,
And taken all my hope away,
I, the pauper, it would seem.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I've burnt them to asunder,
But there I see a small green plant, 
Through ash it lies just under. 

My dreams...

Into the Woods

My Dreams

My dreams are rotting branches,
That sag beneath my weight,
And though futile, I try to save,
The dreams I've left too late.

My dreams are rotting branches,
That once were full of fruit,
And every Spring, at winters end,
My dreams would start to chute. 

My dreams are rotting branches,
The smell of moulding wood,
Has replaced the vibrant odour,
Of dreams that would and could.

My dreams are rotting branches,
Though I had cared so well,
Pruned and watered carefully,
Healthy dreams, that I could tell.

My dreams are rotting branches,
A blight has struck them all,
Feeble now and at their end,
The dreams that once stood tall.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I have nothing left to dream,
And taken all my hope away,
I, the pauper, it would seem.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I've burnt them to asunder,
But there I see a small green plant, 
Through ash it lies just under. 

My dreams...

Little Sun

The sun is a life source
That shines down on me
And gives me my colour
for I am the sea

The sun is a flame 
That burns on forever
I promise to love you
and this, I endeavour

The sun is a friend 
A person to keep
And I love her as much
As the ocean is deep

The sun is an angel
This angel is you
And I'll love you for shining 
As long as you do

The sun is a human
Who glows all the while
And no matter her stuggles
I'll try make her smile

The sun is a fire
That burns in the dark
And never stops burning
Or giving her spark

The sun is my soulmate 
Who I've given my all
And our story could be legend
Asul and her Sol

Without Myself

I am without myself,
I've left myself behind,
At some point on this journey,
I lost my very soul.

I am without myself,
The me I cannot find,
This emptiness is frightening, 
I wish that I was whole.

I am without myself,
Dull, this daily grind,
The weariness it causes me,
Has begun to take its toll.

I am without myself,
The earthly take no mind,
My attempts are merely useless,
To fill this gaping hole.

I am without myself,
No peace can I unwind,
The restlessness has tired me, 
Without purpose, without goal.

I am without myself,
I've left myself behind,
Something in this wretched life,
Has stolen my own soul.
 

Without Myself

I am without myself,
I've left myself behind,
At some point on this journey,
I lost my very soul.

I am without myself,
The me I cannot find,
This emptiness is frightening, 
I wish that I was whole.

I am without myself,
Dull, this daily grind,
The weariness it causes me,
Has begun to take its toll.

I am without myself,
The earthly take no mind,
My attempts are merely useless,
To fill this gaping hole.

I am without myself,
No peace can I unwind,
The restlessness has tired me, 
Without purpose, without goal.

I am without myself,
Ive left myself behind,
Something in this wretched life,
Has stolen my own soul.
 

The Wild Things

The rain had come,
The wild things grew,
Thorns and bramble,
The flowers few.

The rain had come,
The wild things too,
The vultures circled,
No doves had flew.

The rain had come, 
The wild things festered,
The darkness grew,
Through light not fostered. 

The rain had come,
The wild things hurt,
The blood ran thick,
This bleeding heart.

The rain has stopped,
The wild things fed,
The land lies barren,
And I lie dead.

 

Never Closer

On sunny summer days,
I'd watch you while you baked,
You'd put your hand out flat,
And I'd put mine on yours.

On sunny summer days, 
You'd smile and laugh at me,
You'd take your hand out from under mine, 
And place it back on top.

On sunny summer days, 
I'd recognise the game,
I'd do the same and so would you,
And this would carry on.

On sunny summer days,
We'd share a moment just,
You'd look at me and I at you,
And know we'd never be closer.

On one sunny winter day,
I put my hand on yours,
Maybe you'd recognise the game?
But it was still our moment just,
I smiled at you one last time,
And knew we'd never be closer.

Was It Worth It?

Was it worth it?
The look in her eye,
The tremble of her hand,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The ache of a bruise,
The trickle of blood,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
Her sleepless nights,
Her restless days, 
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The scorn and doubt,
The denial and jeers,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
Her cries of pain,
Her whimpered pleas,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The 15 years,
The wasted life,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The 15 minutes,
The wasted life,
Were they worth it?

Rain

Can you see the rain?
It falls like natures gold
And burns a path 
And falls

Its colour, crystal clear
It sparkles in the sun
And marks it downward trail
And falls

Its rapid pace is set
By storms and cloud
And overcast predictions
And falls

It cools the flush of cheeks
It comes when cheeks are flush
And settles crisply there
And falls

It winds a trail
It tracks a sadness
And leave a sadness in its wake 
And falls

Can you see the rain?
It falls upon my cheeks 
And are my tears
And falls.

Not In My Likeness

Good

Never wanting

Cushioned

Musical harmony

Educated 

Round edges

Secured risk

Imagination wild

Self moored

Flourished sociality 

A life

Not in my likeness

A life

Good

Concrete Burns

Concrete burns,
Landings hurt,
Ribs splinter,
Eyes water,
Swallowed dirt.

Lungs pierced,
Coughing blood,
Spine snaps,
Nerves numb,
Lost to mud.

Violent shivers,
Bleeding wounds,
Fingers curl,
Knees bend,
Bruises bloomed.

Concrete burns cold and lonely,
Concrete bleeds and bleeds, lonely. 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2017

Prisoners of War

Shelves of people
Shelves of thought
Higher standing 
Twinned and wrought 

Steps of valour
Steps of courage
little leaving
honour and homage

Seats of old
Seats of centuries
Lines of paint
And longer journeys

Tables of rulers
Tables of knights
Swords and arrows
Wounded lights

Clouds of heaven
Clouds of saints
Bright or angel
Darkness taints

Sons of feeling
Sons of rage
Steel and glare
The perfect stage

Shoes of wear
Shoes of others
Pity is taken 
Broken mothers 

Toys of men
Toys of war
Broken bone and
Reopened scar

Hell on humans
Hell on Earth
Bloody streams and
Blood stained dirt

Lack of treaty
Lack of worth
Golden rifles
Blood stained dirt

Bloody streams 
This hell on Earth.

 

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