Inklings at Kilbixy

At the recent Kilbixy Poetry Night in aid of North Westmeath Hospice, 15 members of Inklings Writing Group read poems, mostly their own. Here is a selection:

Inklings, by Richard O’Kane

Inklings, Inklings, Inklings,

If we all had an inkling

the world would be a better place,

Stealth control rules us all

If only we all had an inkling

As the elite, or so they think like to dangle their corrupt control in front of us through their set up media outlets such as the news, lied education and medical professionals and music business.

If only we all had an inkling

remembering past triumphs by the oppressed

The French revolution just to name one

When the majority gets an inkling

Heads will be hung

So after you read this

Ask yourself…

Do I have an inkling?

I myself think an inkling is long done

My Philosophy, by Louise Ryan

My philosophy, my love of wisdom…

I’ve always been a deep thinker sometimes staring at the sun,

for answers of the unknown I used to question why,

Now I see that everything is in the eye of the beholder,

for everyone’s perception is different of what the top of the pyramid actually is,

Self-actualisation is something we supposedly never stop at,

we never really are content when we reach the top,

we strive to add another rung on to the ladder of success,

This ladder that we climb so high, and put each other and ourselves under stress,

to try to rush up its bars without enjoying the scenic view,

and let our worry overtake,

instead, have faith in the structure and maker,

cause worry can weigh it down and change the structure of the ladder,

But even if the ladder is upright and structure perfect,

it doesn’t even matter if it’s leaning at the wrong wall,

because we’ll get there sooner or later,

And in the end…it was never really about the ladder, or the wall, or the rungs or surround

Just the people who joined you on the ladder and who helped you when you thought you would fall.

Early Morning Rain, by Brendan Mahon

A child running

A picture of innocence

The pink of cherry blossoms

Reflecting off the water

Memories of Japan

Rain in the distance

The mountain in the background

Freedom and holidays

All so peaceful

The trees have their secrets

Run girl run

Don’t look back

• Inklings Writing Group meet on Tuesdays at 10.30am in the Annebrook House Hotel