Hazel Durham


A Better Way - Poem by Hazel Durham

The melody of his broken heart,
His truest and most vulnerable part,
He sings songs in memory of his true love,
Her artistic hands had been roughened by cold water days,
Through the hopeless certainty of poverty,
Because they had struggled to find a way,

Across Dublin bay was a land full of prosperous days,
With plenty of jobs and life lived a better way,
But he couldn't leave his home soil to toil,
His mindset was his homeland as he played with passion in his band,
He was certain that his blood was mixed with the waters of the river Liffey,
That flowed through his veins,

Now Dublin is a city warm, bright and sassy, dancing with the beat of the streets,
Majestic O'Connell street an elegant avenue so wide,
Cutting through the heartbeat of the city
Like a young nervous bride,
Waiting for her handsome groom,
To spend exciting nights in their bedroom,

Dubliners have a witty language that cuts through all the crap,
Like the comfort of a warm wrap,
Rich in the wisdom of the streets,
Trips out to seaside villages of Howth and Malahide were then a rare treat,
Pubs buzzing with talk that takes a walk,
Through the roving minds of Dubliners,

As they travel through the world devouring newspapers,
Keeping their probing minds open in between their capers!
Of a bouncing joy and the blackness of sadness mixed with their biting sarcasm,
Like the north easterly breeze.
His beloved died from poverty as her weak heart had ceased
He is an old man now still living in his birth city with his yearly lease.

He wanders the familiar streets with his burning passion,
That lights his sad eyes like receiving an unexpected surprise,
His true love lives in his songs that play in his thoughts every day,
He will join her soon in the kingdom of God,
To live their life a better way.

Topic(s) of this poem: lost love


Comments about A Better Way by Hazel Durham

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (5/6/2017 11:16:00 AM)


    His mindset was his homeland as he played with passion in his band,
    He was certain that his blood was mixed with the waters of the river Liffey,
    That flowed through his veins,

    His true love lives in his songs that play in his thoughts every day, He is an old man now........ waiting for the Kingdom of God........... a very nice poem..... true life pictured in vivid form of words........ liked it very much. it made me think a lot about life, passion, love and death........... thank you my dear poetess.. tony
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/17/2016 5:46:00 AM)

    Blackness of sadness
    The heartbeat of the city! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/13/2015 1:25:00 PM)


    Another beautiful poem on lost love, last stanza is so inspiring and ignites hope to meet and live together again..
    He wanders the familiar streets with his burning passion,
    That lights his sad eyes like receiving an unexpected surprise,
    His true love lives in his songs that play in his thoughts every day,
    He will join her soon in the kingdom of God,
    To live their life a better way.
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  • Amitava Sur (9/28/2015 8:26:00 AM)


    A lovely story telling like a ballad about that adamant old man who didn't leave his homeland till the end forgetting Dublin's buoyancy. Now at the fag end he is waiting to join her beloved. Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (9/22/2015 10:03:00 PM)


    Dublin, O'Conner street, the Trinity college. Mahatma Gandhi studied there and got his inspirations as a young man from Dublin. the pubs there, the songs, the bands, the majesty of the street, ..all these came up in my mind as i read these poems. The struggle for independence.... and you write about these Streets and about a man of passion who sang, danced on these streets and his pain and suffering and how he waits to go to heaven to meet with his lady love, his lady of the heart. thank you dear Poetess. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/15/2015 12:14:00 AM)


    The story of this man whose heart burned for his homeland and who left all lucrative jobs to stick to his roots, lived in poverty and lost his wife. But he clings tenaciously to his heart's passion..... singing and wanders along the streets with nothing in view other than joining his wife in Death's kingdom where he awaits a better life! Beautiful poem Hazel! (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/14/2015 2:09:00 PM)


    Marvellous expression. A beautiful poem having groovy collocation. The favourite lines are.......He wanders the familiar streets with his burning passion,
    That lights his sad eyes like receiving an unexpected surprise,
    His true love lives in his songs that play in his thoughts every day,
    He will join her soon in the kingdom of God,
    To live their life a better way. ... Thanks for sharing. ..... 10
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  • Akhtar Jawad (9/14/2015 12:35:00 PM)


    Now Dublin is a city warm, bright and sassy, dancing with the beat of the streets,
    Majestic O'Connell street an elegant avenue so wide,
    Cutting through the heartbeat of the city
    Like a young nervous bride,
    Waiting for her handsome groom,
    To spend exciting nights in their bedroom,
    It's not only Dublin, or the man from Dublin, the entire world is changed, a touching poem.......... 10
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015



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