Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

Sean Godley Poems

1. Dusk 4/11/2006
2. Upon The Cogs Of Wind And Rye 4/11/2006
3. When The Gaze Confesses What The Mouth Belies 4/11/2006
4. Fight Until There Is No Peace To Make 4/11/2006
5. Whisp'Rings 4/11/2006
6. Wild White Hair 4/11/2006
7. Stormsong 4/11/2006
8. Conkers 4/11/2006
9. Generation 4/11/2006
10. Mandate To The Gales 4/11/2006
11. Quiescence 4/11/2006
12. Red Tears Of Witness 4/11/2006
13. Soul 4/11/2006
14. Finding Ladybirds In Spiderwebs Above My Bed 4/11/2006
15. Our Lady Of Lourdes, Drogheda 5/26/2006
16. Thundernight 5/26/2006
17. Purpality 5/27/2006
18. The Ash Heap 5/27/2006
19. Kronoz 4/11/2006
20. Each Volcanic Wrath 5/28/2006
21. November Wind 6/12/2006
22. Before My Birth 6/19/2006
23. God's Hollowed Woes 6/25/2006
24. Hollowed Woes 6/26/2006
25. My Heart Began To Beat Once More 6/27/2006
26. Silence Sang Its Awe 6/28/2006
27. What's Amiss 5/28/2006
28. Lost Gods 7/4/2006
29. The Wild Ones 7/6/2006
30. The Symbol Snowflakes 7/6/2006
31. When The Callous Poets Had Found Wild Hens 7/6/2006
32. The Symbol Sun 7/6/2006
33. Within The Nation 7/27/2006
34. Death And Love 7/27/2006
35. If (Hic) 7/27/2006
36. Erin's Breasts 8/21/2006
37. The Naked Girls Of Skye 8/22/2006
38. The Ghost Within You 8/24/2006
39. As The Hourglass Drains 8/24/2006
40. Hunger Pains 8/24/2006
Best Poem of Sean Godley

Achilles And Cobain

Those sworn in blood to live wild and die young,
And lend their wayward impulse in dry night,
Live on forever in their joys re-sung.

They take no heed of warning eye or tongue,
No spectres, nor the mortal moral, fright
Those sworn in blood to live wild and die young.

Although, too soon, their songs will leave the lung,
Their laughter and unhesitating sight
Live on forever in their joys re-sung.

Their eyes are fire, their hearts and nerves unstrung,
Inside them flows the stars and dancing light,
Those sworn in blood to live wild and die ...

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Whisp'Rings

In the woods at night two ghosts make love,
Invisible by day, they fly the skies,
Looking down with woe, they’re just above,
Releasing, from their souls, near-silent cries.
They whisper winds, and when the water falls,
It is not rain, but spectres’ tears for death.
They try to convey secrets with their calls,
Yet to our ears it’s quiet as their cold breath.
We shout and weep among these swirling gusts,

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