Conor Cahir Poems

Found the perfect image for this poem. The little white dot near the bottom right is Earth inside a scattered ray of sunlight, taken by the Voyager 1 space probe from about 6 billion kilometres away. 🤯

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Evergreen 🌲💚

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Going for a little rebrand. 🌅❤

Struggling to find time and energy for poems lately but I managed to come up with this on a walk with Emily in her pram recently. Seems like a good day to post it! 🌬🌳

"Come. And Be My Baby." ~ Maya Angelou (1928-2014)

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Little bit late with this but I've had a busy week 😅. Emily was born last Thursday 1st June at 1.44am and she is absolutely perfect ❤

"Sea Fever" by John Masefield (1878-1967).

(Currently reading "Poems of the Sea", edited by Gaby Morgan, in the maternity ward. ⏳)

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Forget the small stuff - make the most of people while you can. 🌳

Won't be long now. ✨💙

Always. 😴... ❤

Really just cannot wait to meet my daughter at this point! 👶❤




 

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there." - Rumi (1207-1273)

A little haiku for Emily. 🌸🤰




   

Three down and one to go! 😎




 

Wrote this one last year just after finding out my wife was pregnant.

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Finally feels like spring has fully arrived with clocks going forward in the UK this week.

Here's a little poem, inspired by a recent walk through a nearby park, and a drawing to celebrate.

Here come the crocuses -
Purple belles in blossom
"Ding-Dong! The spring is here! 
Summer soon to follow!"

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Currently looking forward to the birth of my first child - here's a little poem I wrote while thinking about her recently. 🥰

Happy World Poetry Day!


  

 

Happy St. Patrick's Day - Here's a classic by W. B. Yeats 🍀🇮🇪

Favourite time of the year! 💚💛


 

Inspired by Charles Bukowski's poem "Bluebird" -
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there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

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Starting to feel almost summery again! 🌞

Born February 22 1892 - belated Happy Birthday Edna! 🎂🥳

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Wishing you all a very cheesy Valentine's Day on Tuesday! 🧀💘

(Original) Emperors.

(Classic) 'The Owl and the Pussy-cat' by Edward Lear.

I love this poem! Image is the cover art from Gyles Brandreth's "Dancing by the Light of the Moon".

(Original) In Awe of Nature - partly inspired by The Exploding Tree on YouTube.

Images from Pixabay.

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Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay.

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(Classic) The last two verses of "To a Mouse" by Robert Burns - on the 264th anniversary of his birth in 1759.

As well as being a poet and a songwriter, Burns was a farmer during a period of Scottish history known as the Highland Clearances, when a significant number of people were forcibly evicted from their homes by wealthy landowners.

"To a Mouse" is the story of a field mouse that's just had its own home destroyed by the author while ploughing a field as winter approaches ("On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785."), and can be read as a political allegory for the period in which it was written.

Burns apologises to the mouse, forgives it for stealing a small amount of grain to survive, and ultimately empathises with it as a creature at the mercy of much larger forces than itself. The final verses allude to his own fears, and contain the origin of a well known proverb about things often going wrong ("Gang aft agley") despite our best efforts, but the poem is probably most easily recognisable by its opening two lines -

"Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie! ... "

(Link to full poem in comments)

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(Original) Inspired by this lovely quote from Johnny Vegas - So the tide came in and said "Hey soft lad, give us all those worries over everything and nothing and I'll take 'em back out with me".

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(Original) A slightly different take on the phrase "live like there's no tomorrow". Frankly, that would be quite depressing and sounds an awful lot like Sunday! 🤞✨

Starting with a classic and a favourite from one of the greats -

'"Hope" is the thing with feathers' by Emily Dickinson.

More to follow soon, including lots of originals by myself.

- Conor 😊X