I wish aloud for my native soul
to take me to my promised goal
where Behan and Yeates all laboured still
beneath the cherished poet's quill
Where Rhyme and Stanza flowed away
and god's gifts passed through pen all day
I implore thee great Beelzebub
grant me entrance to their club
I will relinquish a Faustian soul
if from this heart you can cajole
a poem to make their hearts take flight
and rise upon the dizzy heights
a sonnet to make them drop their pens
and wish their minds to be cleansed
For once inside, these words of God
will make all writer's work seem flawed.
By Tomàs Aodh Keaney.
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Author:
ThomasKeaney (
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- Comment from author about the poem: First ever poem - would be interested in your views. Thanks Thomas.
- Category: Reflection
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WELCOME THOMAS = Thanks for a very powerful first poem. We English all want to write like Bettjeman - The Scots like Burns and the Welsh like Dylan Thomas - like you I guess they too would sell their souls to the Devil for a "Pot of Message" if we could emulate our Bards ! I admire your choice of two great Irish Poets Brendan Behan and William Butler Yeats who were both gifted by God himself in their poetry. But surely - with the craic - all Irishmen are born poets and raconteurs ! The structure of your poem is excellent - rhyming couplets - (almost) iambic tetrameter - and almost a sonnet (two lines too many !). Excellent content - theme (for a first poem) and use of words - I like "cajole" in line ten to rhyme with "soul" excellent. Thanks for sharing and caring about poetry. Yours BRIAN
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