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Mick Kenny - Poetry

Irish POW Mick Kenny is a published poet whose work won the prestigious Listowell Award in 2001, First Prize in the Prison category.  Following are some of Mick's poems.

They came to kill us

But their brutish ignorance let them down

Back across town - They say they don't care

They're not fooling us

Beneath hi urbane disguise the ignorant brute

broods over his pyrrhic prize

Down we came to this place

More raw material for the industry with

No finished product

In the gate - Sentries on the roof

Everything in place - In order - Just fine thanks

Open the big door - Close the big door

Biiduum

Open the other door - Close it

Cluunk - Slamdunk

No big deal - Is anything?

Up the stairs into the block

How are you doin'?

Close the door - Opaque

Indefatigable - Unforgiven

Unrepentant - Unreconstructed - Ha

Euphoria

My girl Roísin

My girl Roísin

Always she gives me joy

Always she gives me love - She is all I want

She's my woman and my little girl

I'm her man and her little boy

Always we're best friends - We're never going to part

We couldn't you see 'cause we're made of one heart

And sitting in my cell on my own, wishing with all my heart for my other part

Wishing she could to me in this benign hell

And when I wish she comes to my thoughts

We hug, we hold hands, we kiss, and make love

I'm her big man, she's my beautiful coquette

We're little girl and boy 

Even though they keep us apart, we're not alone

'cause our spirits reach out when we're on the phone

Her words are soft and kind, big and beautiful

She embraces me, she takes me where I want to go

And as we talk we're one heart inseparable and home

Always she gives me letters, I go to bed every night with words she's written

And I love her more each time

She's my bedtime bliss, she's my kitten

Always I'm missing her

I'm missing her more than I can bear

I'm a man who wants his woman

Inside I'm a little boy who wants his best friend

Calling her 'cause it hurts more and more

More than he can remember on this 25th day of December

Always when I'm sad, so sad that i can't even talk

She takes me, holds me

And with all the love in the world, she washes it all away

She takes me home

And on this 25th day of December, although they keep us apart, I swear

If love can knock down walls, ours will

And I swear our thoughts are one

United, unyielding, warlike love

And because we're found, we are not alone

Tonight I'll go to sleep holding my heart, she's there you see

It's my joy

My own little girl holding my hand

And I'm her own little boy

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Last updated: Monday, March 13, 2006