"sinn" poems
Today the Irish people witnessed an eclipse in their senses. The morning came over all queer. Nobody noticed, except the king of bookworms in the book of Kells, and the mice in the Campanile. I witnessed the eclipse from a windowless room on the 4th floor of the Arts block. Edmund Spenser's poem, The Faerie Queene, shall henceforth be named, *Long **** by jury of 5 English Lit. Students and a Lecturer. Also, Sinn Fein plans to build Jerusalem in Ireland's green and pleasant land.
Lines written last night over a cup of sugary tea in a public house in North Dublin.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
The Mind-Slaves
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking.***
Why do we treat Obedience with more reverence than we do Critical Thinking?
(CONTROL)
***Obedience is not a ******* acceptable substitute for Critical Thinking.***
Obedience is not inherently bad, but unquestioning Obedience is tantamount to Fascism.
To Terrorism. To Americanism. To Consumerism. To Militarism. To Racism. To Sexism.
Obedience can never, ever stand in place of Critical Thinking.
If you want to get immersed
in a true story:
live your own life.
That is, of course,
unless you've allowed it to be set up
in such a way
that it is no longer
a true story.
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not an acceptable ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
Obedience is not so much your friend as is Critical Thinking!
***Obedience is a ******* marionette string for those in power!***
***Obedience ***** up Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Slave!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Servant!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Tyrant!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Fascist!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a egocentric power-hungry ****
***Your Obedience is not equivalent to your ******* worth, nor is your ******* wealth.***
The number of people who idolize you is not a quantification of how good you are!
Obedience is a way to circumvent Critical Thinking!
Obedience is a way to usurp Critical Thinking!
Obedience stifles Critical Thinking!
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
Hin und her in meinem Kopf
Verworrene Gefühle überall
Emotionales Chaos trifft es sehr
Warum ist Liebe gar so schwer?
Woran erkennt man Liebe?
Was ist gar ihr Sinn?
Wenn ich bei dir bliebe
Schmelze ich dahin?
Bin ich dir verfallen?
Oder spielt mein Herz mir einen Streich?
Unzählige Stimmen schallen
Meine Knie werden weich
Unzählige Male hab ich mich verliebt
Doch erlebte ich die Liebe nur zu selten
Kann ich mir sicher sein was mich umgiebt?
Oder schwebt mein Herz in and'ren Welten?
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen
Blühte dort in lichten Höhen
Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an
ob er es ihr steigen kann
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein
Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein
Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund
Beide fallen in den Grund
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
--
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
Schau hin
Wenn ich sehe, wie es vielen Menschen geht
so hätte ich gern ein Neubeginn!
Es wird Zeit das ihr euch eingesteht
dass die Kids hier so verloren sind!
Schau Aussichtslos und Hoffnungslos,
denn wir stellen uns alle blind, doch wir stellen uns alle blind
Wenn andere nichts mehr sehen dann schau hin
Denn wir sehen soviel dass nicht richtig ist,/ We see so much that isn’t right
also versperr dich nicht und hör hin
Sie sagen soviel, so vieles ohne Sinn! /They say so much, so much without sense!
Was ich will
Sind Taten und kein Wortgefecht
irgendwie hat jeder Recht
haltet doch was ihr versprecht
Weil viele Menschen so verloren sind
Ausgebrannt und Mittellos!
Denn wir stellen uns alle blind
Alle doch wir stellen uns alle blind
Warum sind wir so blind
Hin Schau hin
Vielleicht wachen sie auf und
schaun hin..
Zwischen das Glück zwischen Ruhm
zwischen all' diesen Dingen
merkst du nicht was wichtig ist?
Auf der Suche nach dem Sinn
ich mach meine Augen jetzt auf und schau hin!
Look
When I see, how may people are
I would like to have a new beginning
It´s that you admit
that the kids get lost here
Desperately and without hope
because we all act as if we are blind
we act as if we are blind
When all the others can´t see anything
look there
because we see many things that are not alright
do not avoid and listen carefully
they say so many things without meaning
What I want
is action and no battle of words
somehow everybody is right
keep your promises
because many people are lost
Desperately and without hope
because we all act as if we are blind
we act as if we are blind
When all the others can´t see anything
look there
because we see many things that are not alright
do not avoid and listen carefully
they say so many things without meaning
Why are we so blind
look there
Maybe they wake up and
have a look...
In between luck and glory
in between all those things
don´t you recognize, what´s really important
While looking for the sense - for the sense
I open my eyes now and look there (watch out)
When all the others can´t see anything
look there
because we see many things that are not alright
do not avoid and listen carefully
they say so many things without meaning
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
Med sverd i hånd
en svulmende flamme i sinn
Skal vi gå mot undergang
Ild og dommedag
Brølende løper vi ned
For å møte vår skjebne
døden er en venn vi hilser med stormende latter
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
She wasn't precisely a criminal,
nor innocent of sin.
An Asymmetrical warrior
and a Republican to the end.
To Londoners, she was a terrorist
To the Irish, a voice from the past.
She wound up, old and embittered,
Determined that Peace should not last.
She 's survived by her sons and her sister
and some tapes that Sinn Fein brands lies.
She was known as the "Old Bailey bomber"
in the time of the Troubles gone by
Her coffin was draped in the colors.
Her comrades in arms standing by.
The living now are greybeards
and the rising moon is not nigh.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
The UK General Election has run its course.
A “win” for the Conservative Tories
With most votes and seats
Though they lost their parliamentary Majority,
And can only govern
By doing a deal with the Northern Irish DUP
Who oppose the rights of gays and women
And want to bring back hanging.
Yet Labour too are celebrating a win:
Halving the gap between the Tories and themselves
And winning loads of votes and seats.
OK they finished fifty odd seats behind,
But hey!
And then the Libdems “won” four more seats.
Plus The Greens held Brighton by a merry mile.
The Scottish Nationalists still got thirty five seats,
In spite of Nicola Sturgeon calling for
Another referendum on independence.
Sinn Fein in Northern Ireland got more seats too.
And the Welsh limited their damage by Labour.
“Winners” all, except for UKIP.
That’s politics.
Until the next election.
Which might be fairly soon.
Paul Butters
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
wieder entreisst ein sturm
den dingen ihren sinn
wieder entledigt die hülle
sich seinem kern
und wieder fällt wie graues flieder
ein tiefer schleier ab
und streicht und beisst das gefieder
bis der schwere es unterlag
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
Yeats said romance was gone and dead,
Back in the day when most tears were shed.
Times when the IRA were up and strong,
Days when they could be seen doing wrong.
Not right now, when its just biased times;
The next Love/Hate enlightening their "newest" crimes.
Our time does differ from the old.
And if Yeats could talk right now, a different story would be told.
We're due a time when they all come home
Cross the shores and along they come.
Times when they are safe to stay,
Unlike the war years when they were forced away.
The times when Yeats said our heroes did us good.
Now, no novelty, no heroes: villains. Although, there should.
President Higgins, the 9th to stand.
Who speaks of "our own Aisling" in this shared land.
Our time does differ from the old.
And if Yeats could talk right now, a different story would be told.
A hundred years, we're still the same.
When the "recession" is so easy to blame.
A choice that Sinn Fein never got to make,
Lead by Kenny, the government's mistake.
Choices made, nor law but religion.
Medical misadventures under moral obligation.
A jury given a choice of two verdicts: one story,
Savita's death, goes down in history.
Our time does differ from the old.
And if Yeats could talk right now, a different story would be told.
Our time when networks send youths to their grave,
An earlier landing caused by how others behaved.
Still mothers shed tears upon the pit of their sons,
Ashes to ashes, a new war has begun.
But, a type that is different in a virtual way,
For the past is the past and today is today.
That's how our times differ to those of 1913
And if Yeats were here right now, what real difference would be seen?
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Tha cuimhne agam air an latha fliuch sin;
An latha a thòisich thu a 'tathaich orm.
**** thu aon sùil, agus leag thu mi leis na sùilean sin.
Thuirt thu aon fhacal, agus thuit mi ann an gaol.
Beannaichidh mi an latha a lorg thu mi;
Agus beannaichidh mi an latha a thig sinn gu bhith na aon.
I remember that rainy day;
the day you first [began haunting] me.
You took one look, and leveled me with those eyes.
You said one word, and I instantly [become infatuated].
I will bless the day you found me;
And I will bless the day we become one.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
I'll hold you in my dreams until our first day.
I don't know your face, but I know your presence.
My heart has been yours since you first caressed my cheek
But seas between us have made me grow weary;
Will time be on our side?
Or will our shadows forever fade with the sunset?
Cumaidh mi thu na aislingean mi gus a' chiad latha againn
Chan eil mì eòlach air d' aghaidh, ach tha fios agam air do lathaireachd.
Tha mo chridhe air a bhith leatsa bho bhuail thu mo ghruaidh an toiseach
Ach tha cuantan eadar sinn air mo dhèanamh sgìth;
Am bi ùine air ar taobh?
No am bi na faileasan againn gu bràth a 'dol fodha le dol fodha na grèine?
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
there something in the way
a part in a destructive path
that blocks pain but starts to drain
the colors of your personality
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
*knowing, when to stop;
to lull our desire to sleep
is crucial secret
for eternity
For when it's something overdosed
in a man's face
usually
there is also
lack in a
back of his
head*
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Tha 's e seallad air beulaibh orm
Thàinig sin o na h-ainglean
Tha cuibhlichean na h-ùine air stad dhuinn
Mar a ràinig sinn an am seo ann an ùine
Oir mar as fhaisg a tha mi ort
Mar as fhaisg a tha mi air neambh
English:
There is a view in front of me
That came from the angels
The wheels of time have stopped for us
As we approach this moment in time
Because the closer I am to you,
the closer I am to heaven.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
So noisy, it’s crushing
Its songs; sad ones
happy ones, silly ones.
It's jokes; fallen pens,
****** texts, Durcan’s poetry.
None of these thoughts are helpful.
Not even by a little bit.
Pastel highlighters, a new pencil case
My jacket is green.
I did the bare minimum of Spanish
I organised a previous debate’s cards
My Irish notes glare at me.
My math's teacher won't give up.
I keep all of history in my head,
But not in a place I can access.
I can give you Sinn Fein manifesto
but not the sections of Mozart’s
23rd concerto in A major.
The room is loud, but silent in
Comparison to my argumentative mind.
Busy, so busy.
Nothing will be done.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
Dear Mum,
You gave birth to me so you are my Mum.
You raised me so you are my Mum.
You taught me things so you are my Mum.
No matter what, you are my Mum.
You are my Mama
My Mutti
My Mother
and my Mum.
You make me feel bad and guilty.
You tell me what you bought for me and what you made me.
You criticize the way I look and control how much I eat.
You tell me when I gain weight and tell me not to cheat.
You say I am no good, when I do something wrong.
But you tell me you love me and that you only want me to be strong.
Maybe I have stopped knowing
What the meaning of love is.
Maybe this is just your way of showing
Thinking I'd give you cheers and happy tears.
But you tell me not to cry.
It makes You look weak.
You tell me to **** it up
And not to speak.
Whenever something happens you stand by.
You only watch while I apply.
Concealer and foundation to cover up.
On my skin another layer of makeup.
Covering up the signs of sleepless nights
Not showing to the outside what really happens at night.
The blue and purple spots on my skin
Caused by my own will and sinn.
You wonder why my brother never calls
Calling him ungrateful and starting new brawls.
Not with him but with me
Hating that he is living carefree.
Free from your words and actions
And free from your reactions.
You say that you have it oh so tough.
And that we give you a time that is oh so rough.
You always awake my sympathy
Making me a prisoner while you hold the key.
We should be grateful to have a mother like you.
That we’re not going through the same things you went through.
You are so much better than your own mother
And you most definitely are better than your own father.
You might not do the ***** work yourself.
But still I feel ***** hearing your words.
Manipulating me left and right
Making me shiver and cry at night.
I have nothing left for you than feeling sorry.
You could’ve done things different but instead you chose to worry.
Worry about your image and what people say
Too focused on having the perfect family image to portray.
In a few years I will be leaving this place you call home
I’ll finally be free and leave you to figure out your own syndrome.
And one thing I know for sure is that my life
Will leave you not being a mother but merely a wife.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
I wish I had said this before the darkness fell
Shrouding me in doubt before secrets I could tell
But time; oh dear, time cares not for what we do
And someday maybe, time will bring me back to you.
I can only imagine what goes on behind your stare
For when I'm lost in the shadows, I can only hope you're there.
Tha mi a ’guidhe gun robh mi air seo a ràdh mus do thuit an dorchadas.
A ’còmhdach teagamh orm mus b’ urrainn dhomh mo dhìomhaireachd innse.
Ach ùine. Ò Mo chreach. Chan eil ùine a ’gabhail cùram mu na bhios sinn a’ dèanamh.
Agus is dòcha uaireigin, bheir ùine mi thugad
Chan urrainn dhomh ach smaoineachadh air na tha a ’dol air cùl do shealladh
Oir nuair a tha mi air chall anns na faileasan, chan urrainn dhomh ach a bhith an dòchas gu bheil thu ann.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
Will the moment comes when we will be together,
arm in arm, embraced as we dance until the morning?
Listening to the songs of the western ocean;
a kiss upon my cheek while on you, my sacred colors adorning.
We embrace and reflect on the first glance of each others' eyes
While the earth below us is illuminated by endless, starry skies.
I never want this moment to end; entwined by land and sea.
I will bless the very day you first glanced at me.
And if the sun fades forever, and our souls become blue,
In this world or in the next, I swear, I will never abandon you.
///
An tig am mionaid nuair a bhios sinn còmhla;
gàirdean air a ghabhail a-steach agus sinn a 'dannsa gu madainn?
Ag èisteachd ri caol a 'chuain an iar;
pòg air mo ghruaidh, fhad 's a tha e ort, mo dhathan naomh a' sgeadachadh.
Bidh sinn a 'gobhail ri agus meòrachadh air a 'chiad sealladh de shùilean a chèile
tha an talamh gu h-ìosal air a shoilleireachadh le speuran gun stad.
Chan eil mi a-riamh ag iarraidh gun tig an ire seo gu crìch, air a cheangle le fearann is muir
Beannaichidh mi an dearbh latha a choimead thu orm an toiseach
Agus ma tha a 'ghrian a' dol fodha gu bràth agus ar n-anaman a' 'fas gorm
Anns an t-saoghal seo no an ath rud, tha mi a 'mionnachadh cha trèig mi thu gu bràth
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:39 PM UTC
Mein Kopf er rätselt vor sich hin,
ist diese Situation ein Gewinn.
Vielleicht denke ich zu viel nach,
aber dieser Moment - der Moment als mir deine Schönheit in die Augen stach.
Ich komme nicht mehr los von dir.
Ich weiß ganz genau es schadet mir,
das alles ist nicht gut für mich und dann,
dann denke ich wieder nur an dich.
Mein Kopf er rätselt vor sich hin,
auf einmal kommt mir wieder deine Perspektive in den Sinn.
Ich bin ein vielleicht, vielleicht irgendwann, vielleicht wenn ich irgendwann kann.
Vielleicht auch nicht,
dieses vielleicht es gibt mir Licht.
Mein Kopf er rätselt vor sich hin,
dann fällt mir wieder ein was ich bin.
Ich bin kein vielleicht, ich bin nicht mal ein
wer weiß.
Ich bin ein nein,
ich werde bei ihr immer eins sein.
Ich gehe fort, an einen anderen Ort.
Ich kann nicht bleiben, werde zu sehr leiden.
Aber ich will sie doch, wieso will ich sie noch?
Aber das mit ihr das ist doch richtig, ich bin ihr doch wichtig - stop du warst zu unvorsichtig.
Geh, geh deinen Weg, schau wer alles noch bereit steht.
Mein Kopf er rätselt vor sich hin -
und ich?
ich bin da mittendrin.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
I heard your call, and I immediately ran,
To hold you close, and to hold your hand.
We stand together now, by our sky-blue sea,
With no more angst, our souls forever fly free.
And when you call, I swear I will answer.
And when you sing, I’ll be your dancer.
By all the stars, our dreams will come true.
Upon your whim, I’ll be beside you.
So in this moment, make your wish, my dear,
And whisper your grace, forever, in my ear.
/////
Chuala mi do ghairm, agus ruith mi sa bhad,
Gus do chumail dlùth, agus do làmh a chumail.
Tha sinn a ’seasamh còmhla a-nis, ri taobh na mara speur-ghorm againn,
Leis nach eil barrachd angst ann, bidh ar n-anaman gu bràth a ’sgèith an-asgaidh.
Agus nuair a dh ’iarras tu, tha mi a’ mionnachadh gum freagair mi.
Agus nuair a bhios tu a ’seinn, bidh mi nam dannsair agad.
Leis na reultan air fad, thig ar aislingean gu buil.
Air do chuim, bidh mi ri do thaobh.
Mar sin anns an àm seo, dèan do mhiann, a ghràidh,
Agus seinn do ghràs, gu bràth, na mo chluasan
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
Schon in frühen Kindheitstagen
hörst du,
Alles muss Sinn haben.
Nur Sinn im Leben
kann dir Zufriedenheit und Glück geben.
Das ist der Beginn
der verzweifelten Suche nach dem Sinn.
Doch man sollte die Zeit nicht mit Suchen vergeuden,
vielleicht ist
der Sinn des Lebens,
sinnfrei
zu
bleiben.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 2:15 AM UTC
Madainn mhath, mo bhanrigh. Dhùisg d’anam mi.
Fhad ‘s a chaidil sibh ri mo thaobh,
Bha ‘s a’ faireachdainn mi fhin nad bhruadar.
Ach bha mi nas toilichte nuair a dhùisg sibh
Leis gu bheil beatha nas fheàr na na sinn a ‘bruadar còmhla
Good morning, my queen. Your soul woke me up.
While you slept beside me,
I felt myself in your dream.
But I was happier when you woke up
Because life better than what we dreamed.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC