Biography of Barry Kavanagh
In school we learnt poetry for Junior and Leaving Certificates along with Shakespearean plays, like most children I hated poetry I thought it was boring and lame and looking back on it the way it was taught made it very much so, my love for poetry was sparked when I reached 5th year and I got a new teacher named Mr Morris, he loved poems and the works of Shakespeare, he could quote every Shakespearean play and many poems by heart.
He was an inspirational teacher and showed this bored kid that not all poems were drab, he showed me how to analyse poems and see the true genius of the poets, poems were no longer just rhyming words or cryptic nonsense, they were artistic, clever and funny, they had genuine feeling and messages about lives that reflected the joy and struggles of my own spanned across hundreds of years, they were timeless.
I wrote my first poem called The Blind Man for an English assignment but this poem has been lost, I am attempting to rewrite it, I used to write small love poems for my girlfriend and put them in a card for her on Valentine’s Day, I love Valentine’s Day, I love romance and love, many of my poems reflect romance, love and loss.
I stopped writing poetry when I left school, my health began to decline recently forcing me into care, as part of my rehabilitation class we started reading poetry, this rekindled my interest and I began to write, I wrote 23 poems while I was at the day hospital in the span of two months.
Feel free to read and share these poems with your friends, put them in cards for your sweethearts, feel happiness and sadness, joy and wonder, be inspired and try your hand at writing, write what you see, what you feel, what you think, write poems that mean something to you.
Barry Kavanagh Poems
Velvet bow atop an ivory cover My true love waits for me
Black rain on broken hands Eyes like steel and glass
Life Is Just A Dream
I row my boat To distant shores
Tears Of Eternity
I dispossess thee, of me To cry eternally
Lassitude of Solitude Earning aptitude
The Clay Man
Moulded of Virtu Not made for this world
A lone star My chirp in
Blue Stone Eyes
Soft dove hands and gentle smile Set in blue stone eyes
A Monarch to cut grass domain Glass paned, blotched ink in red orange stain
Perched in dominion Watching over all
I sway from door to door In search of more
Where have you bean my love? My ebony sweet
Sugar sprinkles Jelly bears
Kindred Cake Spirits
We are kindred cake spirits Let’s bake together
I sway from door to door
In search of more
Set upon Ashen death
Gets my teeth knocked out
As pleased as Punch
Punched to death
I am …..druuuu….unk