The sun shines every day
– even when you can’t see it.
Life is bright & beautiful
– even when it’s obscure to you.
You are a lovely person
– even when you can’t see it
“I’m 38 years old. I live in Denmark with my wife, my 3 kids, a pig and a parrot.”
Where I went to school, you had to agree with the teacher. If you didn’t agree, you knew nothing about poetry.
Every single word had its very own meaning which only the teacher knew the answer to.
After this introduction, I never did investigate poetry any further.
Then five months ago – on a social media app called Periscope – I randomly stumbled over an Irish poet called Paul O’Mahony.
In 2 months he changed my view on poetry completely. He inspired me to try writing poetry myself.
I have no experience in writing – and I know nothing about rules or grammar.
But it gives me great pleasure to write. [You can find my poems here.]
So start writing people, no matter what level you start at, I think you will love it.
And hey…we can’t all be Walt Whitman anyway.
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Out of sight,
but always there.
I feel the beast,
lurking in shadows.
You were bred out of chaos.
You were nursed by feelings.
You were brought up by anger,
and strengthened by hate.
You rape my mind.
You abuse my body.
You blind me with darkness,
and tie me with fear.
How can I fight, what I cannot see.
How can I defeat, what’s created by me.
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Thank you very much Lars. It’s a honour to publish your work.
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In my imagination this blog will become a place where lots of people will be welcome to display & share their work.
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I love reading his poetry.
I promise
I will always act in what I consider to be your best interest
I will keep my promises to you
I will respect confidences you place in me
I will speak positively about you to others
I will strive not to embarrass you in public
I will alert you or seek your permission before publishing something about you
I’ll go on promising until the day after I die.
I promise I’ll be without promise from that day on.
You see I was once promising:
I had a promising future my mother said
This is where I’ll put a short personal introduction

What should I say?
On Periscope (bio):
I scope very often. Engage with humans. Playful, Poet, Storyteller, Friendly, Foodie, Gentle, Generous – Podcaster – Copywriter – http://www.paulhomahony.com
On Twitter (bio)
Business storytelling consultant – Podcaster – Poet – Servant – On @Periscopeco – Foodie – naturally ambitious + love to share my contacts.
This is a “Guest Post”. I simply found it & decided to share it here because I found the controversy educating me. (That doesn’t mean I agree with views expressed by the author.)
I didn’t seek permission to re-publish. Trust “song of the lark” owner won’t object.
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Lots of people have hobbies like knitting, jogging, or stamp collecting. Because I am the nerdiest nerd to ever nerd, the closest thing I have to a hobby is learning about the history of women in music. It’s a topic that doesn’t get as much press as the old chestnuts like “classical music is dying” or “Stradivari’s secret […]
http://songofthelarkblog.com/2015/09/16/in-which-i-learn-why-there-are-no-great-women-composers/
Originally,
we met thanks to people on Periscope – the live streaming App.
Scott was sitting on Dublin grass in the Phoenix Park. Drawing the obelix from Egypt that celebrates the military victories of Wellington.
I kept my eye on him. Every mark he made on paper – every single line. He was too good to ignore, too attractive.
Scott shuffled himself comfortable under the shade of a tree that might have been planted specially for him.
I heard him offer his drawing to anyone who wanted it. Anyone tuned in live to his “scope”.
The polite thing would have been to wait.
I said to myself in Cork:
“Me me me – I want that drawing – it’ll never happen again, boy”
So I whispered – in my loudest internet voice
“I’ll have it please. May I have it?”
The rest is history…
(Buy the authorised biography of Scott from Scotland, when it’s published. 45% reduction on published price – only through this site)
I found it in the Notes App on my iPhone – from 2013. Doubt I wrote it – I like it too much.
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There once was the classic mother-in-law
Who considered she hadn’t a flaw
She knew all the answers
Crosswords and chancers
Until she found she had snot in her jaw
I’ve always been found
wanting more than a woodpecker carves
into the last tree
in the last forest,
wanting more
than my mother’s ever offered,
– even more than father bestowed
on one of his good days.
I was born wanting more time for love.
I’ve grown hungrier by the day,
thirstier by night,
always grasping for clean air.
There’s never been a father more loved,
ever since letters of infinity
were strung together
on a necklace
that shines with promise
and gradually shrinks
until it chokes
the living daylight out of me.
I’ve always wanted to beg.
Like most beggers,
my voice has been feeble
– barely enough courage
to pay the price father demanded.
I’ve always been found
wanting to trust more.
I’m used to starving.
Bless me Father,
for I have sinned
on a daily basis.
let me do penance
– only let me have time to pay.