Gerard Horgan

Gerard Horgan Poems

I've known for some time.
I am not of them.
One - of the society that surrounds me,
Grinds me,
...

His sunken and tired eyes stare on.
He is lost at the bottom of the glass,
Like a child in a corner shop
His mouth waters with desire.
...

Each note of a piano,
Evokes a different thought.
Of rain drops or a passing tear,
The ebb and flow of life
...

4.

Where do I go now?
I see no roads diverged
In a yellow wood.
My senses are dulled
...

An emotional enigma is he,
Few if any know his profound thoughts
Expression through work and graft
Hard life, hard heart
...

I saw an old schoolmate today
Death had him in his grip.
Sitting outside the Mardyke
Spilling over a chair
...

Sibelius vies with the office shredder
For supremacy of the mind.
Notes echo down the grey corridor
Caressing the ears of the dead.
...

Gerard Horgan Biography

Gerard Horgan was born in Cork, Ireland but has lived and worked in France, Germany, Belgium and the United States. He has been writing poetry on and off for 13 years and recently completed his first short story - The Dawning of the Day. Gerard is currently working on his first novel and a screenplay. He likes travel, photography and music.)

The Best Poem Of Gerard Horgan

The Lost World

I've known for some time.
I am not of them.
One - of the society that surrounds me,
Grinds me,
Spits me out,
At the end of each working day.
I am far gentler than they are.
I seek neither profit nor strife
No stomping of the ground
No pound of flesh for time served
No mental anguish at the manager's door
I am here to
Hurt - no one
Cross - no one
Punish - no one
I seek different things to what they seek.
I long for the lingering look,
The walk among virgin meadows,
The Sun, face, wind, and dew.
I seek peace.
I seek her face.

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