"connor" poems
Oh Savoir faire,
the emotions you share
with your heart and your mind
let me know we are truly two of a kind.
This woman you speak of, the love of your life
is a destination you seek when she is your wife.
A goal set in motion by your mother and me
from a memory you have, age two perhaps three
lights the path of your journey
so you're not traveling blind
oh Savoir fair we must be
two of a kind.
Love you Son keep on writing
-Patrick D. O'Connor SR.-
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
My wish for you is that you have a neverending series of dreams and a furious desire to realize a few of them. My wish for you is that you love what must be loved and forget what must be forgotten. I wish you passions. I wish you silences. My wish for you is that you hear the songs of birds and the laughter of children at your awaking. My wish for you is that you resist the downtroddenness, the indifference, the negative virtues of our era.My wish for you especially is that you be YOU!(translated from the French by Dennis O'Connor)
Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
Words
that constantly run through my mind and fill my vision
I can't get enough
Canisters and bottles
that bring me peace when I'm done dealing
His hands
that make me shake with desire and terror
Hello Poetry
-- now I have somewhere to put everything
Connor Jessup and Finnick Odair
because I'm a fangirl
Pain
and it follows me everywhere
Sunsets and starry nights
that I can't stop drawing
Photography
-- always
My religion and beliefs
-- I'll never sell out
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Dear Ice Cream
Why do you always trick me
I buy and eat you
But you tempt me, and I eat all of you
Then I have none left
But I want ice cream so much
I also want to be a runner
I want to be a swimmer
I want to be an athlete.
But I continue to eat you
Again
And again
And again.
What the heck.
I can be an athlete and still eat you
I shall be an ice cream eating
Race winning champion
Thanks to you.
-Connor G.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if a man can change
Truly
Can he become more?
Can one simply decide that the point has been reached?
That there's simply nothing left to lose, and no lower to descend.
Does he then, simply shed the burdens of a lifetime of errors?
No.
A man must carry the full weight.
He must claw, he must fight his way out of the depths.
He must surrender to none, he must fight to climb.
And in the journey he finds.
The climb is endless.
-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR- 2016
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
Drifting in the shade
of Hello Poetry's long lost grave
In archive (a kingdom's history)
the past that has been made
Stepping on the bleached out bones
The pale parade of long dead dreams
Crunching fragments of sentenced themes
burning books , poems stuffed inside the reams
Epitaphs to their honor
2010 comments to poets
Vickey , Fix , and O'Connor
Poems to praise lost in time
I hold in hand the words that bind
Great poems whose eyes
were never shed
In a broken aspiration
now lay dead
Cruch , crunch ,
the landscape littered in 2012
Oh what sacred feelings
not forthwith
Here ! lay my poems
to rest here
In 2014 my poems
of yesteryear
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 1:20 AM UTC
Peanut Butter and Jam
I like peanut butter, I like toast with jam
don't care too much for brocolli on a stick
or a hunk of liver that's really thick
I really like swiss cheese on ham
dont like the spill of oil, don't like it one **** bit
like the smile of small young child with their mother
that is a smile that is like no other
hated wrestling getting my face in the arm pit
loved coping a buzz and hearing music from a live band
loved the feel of my loved ones soft lips on mine
its cool watching old movies about Franenstien
always liked everything I tasted with the Nestles brand
I hate wars and senseless killing it just makes no ******* sense
I don't like it when my jockey shorts ride up my crack
I get jealous of someones fame when I think they are a hack
I look at my final desitination with no false pretense
going to the moon would be such a spiritual thing
meeting my president would be such a special honor
it would be fun playing tennis with Jimmy Connor
how I would love to be on stage with friends and sing
wish I could have met Jesus Christ the man
his mistreatment on any level was way to cruel
if I drink to much I have a tendency to drool
hey remember the Nanny her name was Nan
the Little Rascals were such silly kids,
their Woman Haters Club was such a fake
now how long does it take to bake a cake
too sad when once famous people hit the skids
why does everything taste like chicken fried
will this world recover from the financial woes
will the hopes of all the poor ones in back rows
I thought of death and then I cried
now the words can flow freely for this is who I am
I will never be rich or famous my shoulder I will lend
I will always be here if you are in need of a friend
yes I really really love peanut butter and jam
Gomer Lepoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:06 AM UTC
For it is written to grant forgiveness
No matter difference or malfeasance
To never speak ill of one another
Or deny each other our subsistence
All men are created equal parchment
Holding these truths to be self-evident
The oppression of the Kings colony
Patriotic revolutionary
Migrating minds irrational to sane
Reserved safe harbor but to others pain
Land of self-righteousness and victory
Exceptionalism and destiny
Ships billowing with holds of chattel slaves
Fractional human beings ordained graves
Until brother killed brother for freedom
Assassination emancipation
Forty acres and a mule recompense
Jim Crow separate but equal pretense
Lynch mob street justice terrorism rope
Vietnam veteran unable to cope
James Earl Ray bullet Memphis balcony
Bull Connor another dead Kennedy
Black power fist raised Mexico City
Malcolm X panther Muhammed Ali
White supremacy freedom riders dead
Mississippi white cross on fire dread
Rodney King can’t we just get along plea
Is skin color all we will ever see?
Should they get over their Mockingbird past
Should they burn the city or should they fast?
Oh Lord should we turn a cheek in silence
Or fight with Kings dream of non-violence?
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Blazing the sun,
Here I am living my life having fun.
The days go by in a world that never sleeps.
Despite my efforts in life of doing my best. Life to me feels like it is a test.
Sometimes I weep, I feel like I’m playing on a deck of cards.
Sometimes people ask, what’s the matter?
But my life’s just getting better.
My soul is like the ocean,
Strong, deep and wild.
Adventurous and creative to the core.
I find myself wanting more.
I’m surrounded in a world that’s just about vanity, but to me that’s just insanity.
Sometimes I feel down, I feel like a clown.
There are times I cry and die a little inside.
My head feels like it’s going to explode when I feel anxious, moments when my head feels like it’s on fire because I feel dire.
I walk alone because I’m wise. I avoid small minds.
Music and clarity are the only things that keep me away from insanity. They are the reflection of my aura. The definition of my life’s mission.
After all, I’ll always do what I can with my time just to be fine.
There’s no need to use my intuition.
A poem written by Connor Vibes.
(2018 - All rights reserved)
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
-
today,
I was offered the chance to buy
two 40 mg Adderall pills.
At first I though,
"Eh, a nice dime bag sounds better to me"
But then I remembered my school's mandatory drug testing,
and then I remembered this horrible writer's block that has been plaguing me.
I had heard from friends in the past that the amphetamine-salt combo worked wonders for students.
I had heard that the wonder drug made you do stuff. Any stuff. Anything.
You can not sit still after popping over the dosage of Adderall.
You clean your room, you read a book, you write an essay and for me, hopefully, write.
Enough with the ********
It's been about forty minutes since I swallowed one and half pills and ground up and snorted another half of one. Okay.
I feel as though I maybe breathing louder than normal.
Also, I'm not writing one line and then switching over to tumblr as I usually do.
Also, my room is really *****
Also, I've drunk two sprites and ate some leftover Chinese food.
Also, it's really ******* quiet. It's eery.
Also, yesterday in my English class this really nice openly gay kid named Connor walked across the class and as he did so this other kid sitting next to me whispered quite loudly ****** and I did nothing but sit there and angrily stare at my desk.
Also, it's been eating me up inside ever since.
Also, about an hour ago my mom took my (half) baby sister so see her **** of a) father. She said she'd be home around seven thirty and it's seven twenty eight but she's usually late.
Also, I wish she would buy me cigarettes.
Also, it's Thursday and I have a D- in Biology.
****
Also, I might hangout with my friend Ryley tomorrow.
Also, I might become a methamphetamine addict.
Also, I spelled that without using spell check.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Day- June 14, 2015, Time- 8:07pm
When you were born
With those SLEEPY eyes
Ready to take on the world
And your BIG brothers, Mike and Connor.
With that cute little nose,
Forever Daddy's little princess,
And Mommy's little girl!
9lbs. 13 oz. 22 inches
You were a big baby
Born into a BIG family,
And we'll always be there for you,
And your brothers will always
PROTECT you!
You and your cousin, Avery, will be
GREAT FRIENDS!
Tea parties, sleepovers, and more.
We'll have to wait and see
What you decide to be!
So now all I have to say, baby girl,
"Welcome to the world and the family, Sarah!
WE LOVE YOU!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
There are few words to describe how I feel about the love of my life,
but I hope that this will.
"I sit beside a nurse
The love of my life
And God willing one day
She will be my wife.
I watch her get ready
Her makeup and hair.
And smile as she goes
Where only few dare.
She walks beside the timid,
The mild and meek
She is the strength
When they are the weak.
She battles the sickness
The lows and the highs.
She is the savior of so many lives.
She is my angel
My princess, my queen.
My nurse is the maker of so many dreams."
-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.- 2016
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
The year I would turn nine
Charlie Kelly threw his pint over Paul Brennan
in the opening scenes of a new Irish drama
called Fair City. The 25th Dáil was dissolved.
Ireland got its 1st lotto millionaire.
There was talk of mining for gold in Mayo
and Christy O’Connor Jnr
won the Ryder Cup for Europe.
(Years later playing Trivial Pursuit
one of the questions wanted to know:
what profession gets the Ryder Cup? —
a cousin from Carlow answered; prostitutes.)
I was growing through 3rd class
St. Brendan’s National School; Loughrea —
on the other side of Tiananmen Square
another student stood up
as the Guildford Four walked free
after 14 years innocently incarcerated.
While in Germany, a wall
that had been built to divide: separate, fell.
Pushed over by people. While Hungry, Poland
and Czechoslovakia: all said: enough.
The Russians left Afghanistan and in South Africa
Apartheid began to crumble. Pity
it was allowed to even begin.
Iran was ****** off about some book
and on Christmas Day in Romania
Mr and Mrs Ceausescu were executed.
In 1989, the Church of Ireland allowed female priests.
96 people died at Hillsborough.
Haughey was Taoiseach,
Mr. Heaney was conferred
as Professor of Poetry at Oxford
and we qualified for Italia 90.
I was 9 and the only thing I remember
about that year; I fell out of a tree
and broke my arm.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
Day- Septemeber 15, 2013 Time- 11:46am
When you were born
With those BIG blue eyes
Looking up at your mommy and daddy
With that cute little button nose like your daddy
And you're cute little ears like your mommy
You're so much like your mommy and daddy
And yet so much different in so many ways
We'll just have to wait and see! ❤
7lbs 2oz. and 20inches
You're such a cute little GIRL
Born into a big family
Who will always be there for you
And PROTECT you
And you're COUSINS, Mikey & Connor, will be there for you, too
With LOVE & CARING
So all I have left to say, baby girl,
*"Welcome to the world and the family, Avery!
You're gonna do great things!
WE LOVE YOU!"*
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
I wanna fight with you,
I wanna argue and say horrible mean things to you,
I wanna hurt you,
Disregard your existence
Make you go insane,
Point out all your flaws in the name of love,
And then throw glass at you,
Raise our voices in extreme fury,
Fight me,
Break me,
Burn me,
Make me know that you want me,
For God sakes if I don't know I'm leaving,
I'll quit,
I'll run out the door into another's arms if you don't make me feel like I matter,
**** you,
Go!
Get out of here,
And grop that girl you met last night,
I don't need you,
Even though I love you,
Even though I can rip open my chest and expose that which I've kept hidden for year,
Yeah the scar tissue shows,
Not pretty,
I know,
I can't do that with Dan, or Connor, or Brandon or Matt,
If they saw the ugliness underneath I never would hear from them again,
But with you,
With your patience and understanding I cannot feel anymore at home,
Isn't that the feeling ones suppose to feel,
Real?
I feel like I can be absolutely real,
Like the DNA can unravel and unwind,
I don't have to hid anymore,
Not with you, or around you,
I can be me!
I'm just a bit afraid that you're the only one I can find,
The only one that I can ever be with,
The only one who would make me feel completely and utterly whole…
Make sense?
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
Never again will I stay away.
I've always felt lost. Unaccepted.
But that was before I had a family.
I have so many people that I know and don't;
You are my family.
My mother, my father, my brother.
They aren't real.
They never treated me like family.
Never told me they loved me and
Sounded like they meant it.
They are not real.
But, Sage, my love, you are.
But, Caitlyn, you are.
But, Logan, you are. (Both of you)
But, Miranda, you are.
But, Connor, you are.
And I can go on.
And this is high school...
Will it last?
Or will my family leave me?
I continue to worry
As time passes.
I think and think and think
AND I CAN'T FUCKINGNG TAKE IT ANY LONGER!!!!
----
I wonder what will happen.
When all of this ends.
Because my real family are
The ones who kept me here
And kept me sane.
And let me reach past everything that
Ate at me,
Burned me,
Killed me slowly
And rotted me from the inside out.
What will happen.
Will I move on,
Or will the suspense keep building.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
When you got home in the early morning hours
You said that you were with someone
I was not mad
When you told me how you met them
You had the night of your life
I was not mad
When you told me that you tried to leave their room
You were begged not to go
I was not mad
When you told me you felt so connected to them
You were their everything
I was not mad
When you told me how you placed your hands on their chest
You told me of the breaths you shared
I was not mad
When you fell into my arms, cried and told me
You had barely saved their life
I was so proud
-For all who have sacrificed for the well being of the unknowns-
-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.- 2016
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Basil, you enchant me.
Your story is so interesting.
Your writer is equally as smart,
But you're the fittest for your part.
If only everypony knew your life.
Perhaps they help you through this stormy night...
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Just imagine?
If legal segregation came back in modern time?
Or placed on the legislature?
Just think of the uproar?
If that race in love with guns now?
They would be extremely in love with them more.
It just wouldn't go over.
This group that treated like second class by some.
Would put that group in place?
They have to face facts?
Just like the protest of Black Live Matters?
Where?
We see many refusing to acknowledge their truth that minorities quick to get killed by officers appearing like Bull Connor squad.
And just like logic offered about slaves seeking their freedom.
You find that race giving oddest reasons for in place segregation.
We aware that many hard workers in society?
Never been many executives with the suits?
And we can paint a picture of this various group.
Segregation, never served an honest purpose?
Just for intimidation fear.
And now that one group facing the blunt reality of life.
They speak of their rage and stupidity that many minorities surpassing them.
We see this with many politicians seeking votes?
They know when to manipulate this group simply for votes.
It's not the Latinos taking their jobs?
Or anything any African Americans have done.
It just they trying to rule once more.
And finding many less fortunate races not going.
So legal segregation just their dream.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Bull Connor,
like the Dutch Boy from Haarlem,
put his finger in a hole
to plug a burgeoning leak.
But Bull Connor,
unlike the boy from Haarlem,
did not foresee
the raging torrents of history,
smashing against
the crumbling walls
of the porous ****
he sought to buttress.
His decadent heroism
held no moral authority
to sustain
his ungodly labors.
His savage dogs,
hungry for meat,
bent on aggression
for a twisted masters bidding
were devoured
by the teeth
of a movement
hungry for justice.
His water cannons,
tiny water pistols,
******
into the mighty squalls
of a raging hurricane
that blew the stinking *****
back onto his face.
The weight of history
moves with the just.
Untruth,
arch rival of justice,
is blown away,
like an expired candle
snuffed out,
blessedly extinguished
from the first breath
of a glorious new day.
Bull Connor
doesn’t rest in peace.
He stands on
the other side of the river.
He is the rich man
driven by
insane thirst
begging for water
from a comforted
Lazarus,
now secure
in the *****
of Abraham.
Bull Connor
looks across
the chasm of fire
he knows
he'll never bridge.
Medgar Evers
and MLK Jr.
stand as keepers,
collecting tolls
for a heavenly passage
from the wages he earned
for his earthly work.
A forlorn
Bull Connor
forever searches
deep empty pockets
for fare
as Martin
and Medgar
patiently wait
with outstretched palms.
Music Selection:
The Soul Stirrers,
Jesus Gave Me Water
MLK Jr. Day
1/20/86
NYC
jbm
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
Miah is the girl I was:
And in a way I envy her.
She only felt artificial pain
That the character creator gave her.
Ben is the one who was my friend,
But who showed his true colors later
When I needed him most, he left me alone
As a character, he was barely even hated.
Connor, well, his story's not told
While I'm still reeling from his counterpart's words
I plan to write it soon, and then
I will spare her no allegorical hurt.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since u took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
Nothing compares
Nothing Compares to you
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said girl you better try to have fun
No matter what you do
But he's a fool
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
All the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
Listening to “The Chieftains” again,
Their Long Black Veil CD: a gift to
Marijuana smokers. N'est-ce pas?
**** Jagger singing the title track,
A sweet, lugubrious ode to black widows.
Could there be such creatures?
Women you would **** for,
Offing your best friend for?
She had better be as good as it gets.
Could such women exist?
Beautiful & toxic;
Duplicitous, cunning,
Cunnilingus-worthy.
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**** would have licked her **** as
They led him up the scaffold steps,
She was a woman worth dying for, to be sure.
And Sinéad Marie Bernadette O'Connor?
Isn’t it time we forgave her?
So she shaved her head.
So she shredded the Pope’s photo on SNL.
He was, after all, the Polish Pope,
The one that kissed the ground
Whenever he got off an airplane.
How could you not love the guy?
Shot while riding in his Pope Mobile,
He later visited Mehmet Ali Ağca in prison,
Forgiving his would-be assassin face-to-face,
Exonerating the Bulgarian kreplach, for all
Special Victims Unit “especially heinous offenses” &
Proto-Islamic terror.
Surely, he could forgive the little Irish ****
Can’t we? Leading by example?
I don’t know what you’d call it.
In any language: powerful.
Oh, Sinead, my sweet Sinead,
We miss your sweet sad dulcet tones.
Consider yourself exonerated.
Consider yourself free to be loved again.
And let’s not forget Tom Jones,
Come on ladies: you threw your sopping
Wet ******* to the stage for him.
His “Tennessee Waltz” breaking my heart,
Losing my wife to my best friend.
No wonder I shot the Sheriff.
Surprised I did not also shoot the Deputy.
And “The Chieftains” themselves,
Transporting us to the Coast of Malabar.
We are all Irish sailors
Infatuated, hopelessly enchanted by a
Swarthy Dravidian shiksa.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
I can see it all so clear
as the wind from the oncoming storm
ravages the trees on the Northern side of the mountain
as if trying to uproot them
I gaze from above on Bear's Den
as Connor Brooks tries to finish the mowing
on his 40 acres and Molly's cries for him
to get inside before dinner gets cold
echo upwards in waves
beautiful waves
The Village Market
serves the last few customers
before closing up for the evening
Birdman, Mike and Fuzzy,
all friends since high school
are stopping at the Horseshoe Curve
for a glass or three
while discussing their shared memories
and of-course
Sarah...scurrying to get the clothes off the line
before the downpour
unaware her every sensual move is being watched
by the unlucky poet
who didn't quite grasp the moment
and reap the harvest
that lay there awaiting his attention
so many years have passed
timing never was something that seemed to fall my way
always seemed to be a day behind
realizing what I should have done
the day before
most things you get over
most missed chances eventually dissolve into the blur of life
like a bruise
Sarah never dissolved
never blurred
she hesitates for a moment after picking up the basket of clothes
as if she heard a far off voice call her name
it's just the wind
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC