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About me - Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

I am a poet and writer from Dublin, Ireland

A graduate of UCD Dublin (BA hons) and a postgrad in Advertising and Media Studies I have been enslaved in a variety of jobs including Advertising, publishing and finally, I now run the family music business Charles

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas: 6 of 202

Slight rustle of paper, light, barely broken in the east; feet bare - on carpet, soft hushed giggles, muffled down the stairs, breath held Did he come? stockings full. Under ancient crib, grandmother's own Shepherds smile, angels hover over a pile, a treasure trove, gilt and colour, ribbon wrapped. Smells - food, perfume, tr...
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Does society need poets?: 3 of 39

When the aliens invade, or the mad scientists working on a doomsday machine finally manage to tip the world off its axis and send us all plummeting into the sun, and they start herding the great and the good onto spaceships to start mankind's journey into the stars along with the Engineers and the physicists and the world le...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Puddles: 11 of 139

In Dublin streets, the gutters are rivers. Dark skies and slate grey roofs walking hand in hand past city parks, umbrellas useless in the wind. We're already wet, he says, smiling. This is his excuse, to grab my arm and roaring, make a lurching charge. Too late to stop, too full of laughter; splashing, flailing, stomping aft...
Society & Lifestyle > Social Values & Norms Should ancient dates use the Christian BC/AD or Common Era BCE/CE acronymns?: 1 of 10

The use of the Christian construct "BC" or "AD" to denote periods in time has two inherent problems; It is neither accurate nor politic. Its inaccuracy stems from several factors, notably that it purports to measure time from a specific date - the year of birth of the Christian god-figure, Jesus Christ. Of course no actual d...
Relationships & Family > Love & Relationships What it takes to build a successful romantic relationship: 3 of 26

The ability to have a healthy romantic relationship can elude many of us, not because we are unlovable or unattractive but because we simply do not know how it should be done. We have learned neither how to behave towards others nor what behaviour we should expect in return. Our lessons in relationships have been gleaned fro...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing old: 25 of 189

Time Shares Do not fear me, I am not the enemy; do not scorn me, I am not your foe. Yes, I have touched you - left my caress upon your cheek; but these are marks of richness wealth untold in the currency of Life. Yes I have taken, but only guady trinkets; baubles of youth, worth but a passing smile. I have given more in retu...
Entertainment > Music Genres, Trends & Scenes Reflections on the best and worst of karaoke: 4 of 25

We who are about to sing.... In a way there has always been Karaoke, at least in spirit; I grew up with the great tradition of late night sing-song sessions. At some point in every evening a lone voice would strike up a classic song (anything from Molly Malone to American Pie) and for an hour or so the assembled company woul...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wild & free: 30 of 166

Encounter Light and dark at play across the dappled water I hear the frost break underfoot, like glass Horned and hooved, pawing at the frozen ground, antlered. Lowering crown, challenging, playfully I think. A forest Pan. Breath suspended in tendrils on icy air; we stare transfixed. Reluctantly, you turn from me relinquish ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ireland: 2 of 9

I walk in streets that once were paved with Viking gold and wander mountains dropped from the Cailleach's apron I am undone by you, my country. Born in the tradition of Pearse my heart beats with every wave every swell and ebb of the mighty Atlantic - crashing against the western coast I am stunned by you, my country. I writ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Madness: 51 of 183

You see black. I see a spectrum of invisibility; the myriad shades of the dark rainbow like the spread of raven's wing, under the yellow mellowness of an Autumn Moon. You see rain. I see diamonds of potential, crashing; soft tears of heaven salty with life - worlds contained within, the moment of creation plummeting toward e...