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David Noonan Feb 2018
another door closed
another community mourns
a macabre picture on a frame
for a tear stained love to find
once crafted by his own hand
not twelve months since
now a final resting place
marked by a note in steady pen
and why should it take
an angel of the epihany
to deliver a man in a plastic bag
to teach us of cbt
of an emotional intelligence
to be mindful of ourselves
while church, state, school fails
this country's young men
for generations and on
the silence does creep
so many futures in the past
too many paths closing so fast
there are so many questions
that sustain this male disease
silence never speaks in answers
or hears society's griefful pleas
today in another village
tommorow yet another town
a young man fits an attic joist
with silent eyes so cold
for jesus he was a carpenter
or so at least we're told
death by suicide continues to a nightmare visited on so many towns and villages of rural Ireland for generations and on with next to no supports of state ever prioritised to tackle this disease of predominately young men
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Let me mold into you
Our bodies will form into an epihany of love and glory
Please feel me in the most intimate way
I will open up to you , body and heart scarred from the past
My finger's will trail along you spinal cord with such delicacy that you will permanentally have goosebumps
If someone else touches your spine even for a second you will automatically remember me and maybe even cry over the love and blood we spilled on each other in our youth
We will shine for each other , out of breathe but our hearts pump for each other .
I love him and just want to be with him
Oh God, when they have taken away everything
And to me remains but nothing
From You I shall hope to have something

A helping hand from a stranger
Shall suffice although I’m meager
Can somehow quench the thirst & hunger

By that be thankful I should
By that be grateful I could
By that be joyful I would

For it is a grace to receive
Something that I can never give
It can somehow make a heave

Oh God, I should make Thee see
That I’m contented and happy
For everywhere & everytime, there’s charity.

-01/06/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Morning Poems Collection…written on Epihany
My Poem No. 197

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