The Long Finger…… (I must do that)


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I will, says I, you will what says she, study, study and learn

She laughs aloud, a little too loud, and only then looks down,

I’m sorry she says, looking at me again with some concern,

I know you will but when she says , this time without a frown.

 

I want to read, I must read, I need to read, I might just read,

I’ll write that now, I’ll write that tomorrow, it must be in tonight

Head down, pen in hand, anxiety a fresh, just breathe, just breathe,

I know what to do, how to do it, sit still don’t take flight.

 

It’s over now semester one, a blur of stress has been and gone.

Put my stuff away, reclaim my life, address my friends, and hold my wife,

Summers here its freezing cold, no wrapping up, the flip flops on,

The kindles out, its loaded down, relaxing, reading, regain my life.

 

Adrian McKenna is a Social Care Professional ; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of Social Care Ireland, The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and sits on the Social Care Workers Board at CORU.

Exams…The stress of it….


 

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Cram, Cram, Cram, Cram, Cram…. Words and information,

It won’t all fit inside my head, I shout in consternation

The doubts set in, I cannot cope, I read the notes repeatedly

The words just blend into a theoretical mess, the brain it is deceiving me

You have three hours, the without personality exam guard says,

My pen hovers over the page, blood coursing, my wife prays,

He hands out the questions, don’t turn them up yet until I say go,

Another year is over until September, we will meet again my academic foe

Adrian McKenna is a Social Care Professional ; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of Social Care Ireland, The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and sits on the Social Care Workers Board at CORU.

Minding My Mind


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I don’t mind what’s on my mind, I find,

that thoughts fly through and through, they do.

And where they come from no one knows, I suppose,

Happy, sad, mad and bad, ups and downs highs and lows.

 

Some days my head is in a better space,

you will know, you’ll see it, its written on my face,

other times the darkness doth descend, and then,

the painful road with no seeing end.

 

And then there are days where my head shines bright, although,

those times I work hard, I have to fight, and

to maintain the perspective, to see all that’s there, to grasp and to hold,

to love and to share.

 

Don’t ever give up, don’t ever lose hope, don’t listen to voices who infuse you with no,

look for moments of beauty and kindness and care,

take control of your darkness,

live your life if you dare.

 

Ado

 

Adrian McKenna is a Social Care Professional ; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of Social Care Ireland, The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and sits on the Social Care Workers Board at CORU.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

 

 

 

Bandstanding Poetry


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Today I met with a group of my neighbours for the first of a series of Poetry Mornings, We sat in glorious sunshine on the old bandstand in the peoples park little bray. A lovely morning it was too.

 

They sat in the place, where the band used to stand.
Weaving words of beauty, mirth and pain.
A clear blue sky hung from the heavens so grand,
As they recited their stanzas again and again

The childer they started, the adults restrained,
Mc Cavity, Mc Cavity, the mystery cat stood tall,
Some tales of beauty and others quite pained,
Read with measured breath by all I recall.

All there read, some long, some short, some barely,
Some read from others pens, from tomes old and scarred,
A melding of culture. Humanity and kinship, oh dare we,
We will meet again to speak our thoughts just like a certain Bard.

 

Born in a Dublin Catholic Mother and Baby Home in 1965, Married with one adult son, I am a front-line social care professional and Masters level student. Member of CORU working on the registration of the Social care profession.I have worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. I currently work with a large Dublin-based charity. These opinions are entirely My own unless otherwise indicated.

 

Sleep the elusive death…


 

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Sleep comes easy to me …. I die nightly

The death of momentary slumber, the heart brought to a resting pace.

Behind the lidded eye there is nothing but stillness,

The silence that defines this space

 

I breathe , one ,two, three ,four ,five and gasp on six I’m still alive,

But cannot hear and cannot see cause sleep still has a hold of me .

I live a story a parallel view, a dream of sorts but real I don’t contrive,

The resting state so close to death just keeps me here but could set me free.

 

Born in a Dublin Catholic Mother and Baby Home in 1965, Married with one adult son, I am a front-line social care professional and Masters level student. Member of CORU working on the registration of the Social care profession.I have worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. I currently work with a large Dublin-based charity. These opinions are entirely My own unless otherwise indicated.