Genuine praise
Genuine praise
What is my way to praise?
To turn towards my one who hates
This part of me that gives up and lies down and accepts death so easily
I say I want to understand the disconnected
I say I want to understand my disconnected self
I want to know why it makes me cry just at the mere sight of her  crumpled form on the cold wet pavement
And how the power of her rage scares me and makes me want to run
She says how dare you ever think of leaving me even for a moment
You fraud
With all your love talk and talk of God, grace and longing
I am right here in the gutter
Bend on your knees and face me and say I am truly sorry
And mabye then we shall see if there is anything or something
Only then do I feel your genuine praise

Maura Horkan

Maura lives in the west of Ireland. She is a mother, psychotherapist and group facilitator. She is deeply committed to the idea of supporting people to find their own self expression as a way to self care and connect more deeply with themselves and others.


My longing has many faces

Poetry by Maura Horkan

The sad one who feels it can never be and cries big salty tears into the garden The other one who moves slowly around the many tasks to be done...
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What Trudy Knows

Poetry by Knute Skinner

I find myself mourning but not for anyone we have buried and not for the old neighbourhood or my lost youth or any of that crap. To make no bones...
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All That is Given

Poetry by Frank Golden

Hard wind on the turn at Cappaghmore. You drive on, on the cusp of light, along the old road past Mortyclough. To think it’s taken me a lifetime to cool...
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उठूँ तुझे छूने को

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

उठूँ तुझे छूने को, लालायित मन से आऊँ , पा के तुझे प्रगाढ़ विश्राम में ,निश्चिंत ! क्या करूं अतिक्रमण ,ठिठक के रह जाऊं , करवट से तेरी उठी हलचल...
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