Best Poems From
ELLEN NI BHEACHAIN
(October 2nd 1962)
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Those Trying To Be You
Those that see you when busy you be,
Moving in places and working to get there,
Where you are and where you be,
That brings you out and about so to gain,
The needs and wants of what is yours by choice,
Yet those that see you out and about,
When happy and known till,
Something happens and goes wrong,
It will take you to a far off place,
And while you are gone,
Someone else claims your place,
Your place in time,
Your place in mind,
Your place of knowing,
You place of good memories,
Showing concern in misleading ways,
In order to settle in,
And take your place,
For what took you out,
And to a far off place,
Leaving others to replace,
And tell your loved one,
Any story that will surfice,
To make them believe,
You left at free will,
Enters in the one,
That comes in with letters first written,
Saying they are you,
And with the posion pen of false hand,
Writes the farewell letter to the loved one,
Leaving them believing you left for good,
The one sent to replace you,
And trying to be you,
Going into the ear,
Of the one you still love,
Saying,
What and where they assumed,
Assumed you to be,
Yet,
He not relating to it at all,
Yet,
You are gone and life goes on,
So going on is the name of the game,
When money too tight to mention,
And homestead is at stake,
So,
What is wanting to take you place,
Will do till ya come home,
Yet,
When you yourself wake up for the snappers stealth,
With lose of the memory,
Of that time and that place,
With,
Only what shows in care to help restore,
Restore of what is left from the past,
So as to get back up and start again,
As,
The memory of that time is losted,
And your love one gives up,
On you go to work, rest and play,
With what was restored or data filed,
With film to back up,
So staying where is new to begin and renew,
While back where you had settled,
Is a story or fuzzy picture,
That has been distorted and torn,
Not even making sense to,
What you are and what was known then,
So,
Then when you go back to see,
Where memory of pictures,
Are scattered and not in perpective vision,
So not sure what to say,
Or even believe,
Yet,
Knowledge and knowing cannot be explained,
And what is there now is a bigger threat,
That what took you away,
So,
With what is what,
And what is done,
What is best,
Is how it is done,
Till,
It is easier to handle the facts,
And put the jigsaw of your life back,
Is wanting till the head wont hurt,
So you let the memory of that time return,
Till,
Then and what is,
Tis best to just write on,
For what care and medicine says,
It will return but things wont be the same,
For in all those years away,
Not returning because no memory of that place,
To write,
Send a card,
Or even return,
Is,
Whomever,
Was trying to be you,
Must have become you,
Or,
Was better than none there at all,
Care and understanding will help you get there,
So you can put the jigsaw back yourself,
With the missing time period replaced,
With where you were,
In dreams of dreams,
And when awoken from such deep sleep,
Back to where you were before,
What happened and caused you memory laspse,
So even the place where you were at,
Happy to be,
Before the fact,
You did not miss for you dont remember,
Yet,
Someone did,
For they did not want others to know,
What really happened,
And not a story just to tell them,
For what puts you in deep slumber,
Is a tragic tale to tell,
And sometimes when your memory returns,
Tis,
Sometimes best just to place together,
What memory has returned,
Safe in care with medicine,
So time is kept for good time well spent,
For what back then were,
Two people struggling,
Yet,
Both in Love,
With a place and in a place,
That in time,
Would have worked,
Now,
It is just,
Those trying to be you,
While,
Where you were at,
There and of that place,
With all the trials and errors,
Of starting over again,
They too were,
Just trying to be him,
Instead,
If everyone would,
Just try and be,
At least themselves,
Then in truth,
They would be true to themselve first,
They would then know,
What they want,
If only,
They would just try,
And be,
Themselves first,
And be happy again,
So we all could be,
Ourselves again.
Ellen Ni Bheachain
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What Makes One A Wandering Soul?
For all that is written,
For all whom must wander,
In search of places, peopes and family,
Is what can make wander,
For themselve to know,
And any others like them,
What is is that makes someone,
A wandering soul,
In search of it own,
Their own self and self worth,
Their own independence or wanting ways,
Leaves them to wander and search,
Some wander for left with little,
Makes a wandering soul of them,
Leaft to think and ponder,
Of the ways in life,
That leads them on,
A path with no fixed course,
Or settled or fixed aboad,
For the wandering soul that,
Sets out to search,
Searches from present to past,
To get what is in between,
Is first to return,
To then go forward,
To get back where they belong,
At some place or inbetween,
If ya know what I mean,
What is in present,
Is time of knowledge,
Knowing and places,
That is of past to present and still is,
And if time has changed,
A place of past,
The wandering soul will know first,
If this is so,
Where ones that left,
And others became of and from,
In those lifes places,
That once was of their life in time and places,
To follow by day and sleep at night,
If befitting for good days and good nights,
In safe keeping,
Yet,
When night and day you must seek,
Those that discourse you,
In your choice of life paths,
Of,
What life is for you,
When put in disaray,
Is what leads you to be,
In search of what is taken from you,
Hence makeing you,
A wandering soul,
For one that knows,
What one,
Wants in life,
And others that discourse you,
Changes your life,
To search and find out,
Is to be left behind,
By those that only wanted for them,
And leaving noting for you,
For,
What is only on their terms,
Makes,
A vagabond of you,
For,
You wont be taken by them,
Or,
Allow them to use you,
So,
From settled or free spirited,
You too become,
A Wandering soul,
From what came in and distroyed.
Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Atomic War
War!
The final ending to fights and control of others,
War!
Is war,
And comes with,
Such grave situations,
Of:
Victims first,
That brings in armed forces,
To defend and free,
Those,
That are oppressed and held down,
In suppression to others of nations,
Or,
Controller of peoples,
For:
Wanting their resources,
For their own nations,
Wants and needs,
And power and greed.
For,
Freedom comes with a price,
When freedom is denied or taken,
From people,
Of deprived nations,
Where no freedom reigns,
For,
Fighting for freedom,
Causes,
So much death,
And leaves places in ruins,
Fighting for freedom,
Comes with such a heavy price,
War!
War breaks out,
And soldiers,
Of,
Hired guns become,
Guards of borders,
And,
Settlers of issues,
To protect and guard,
The people,
The places of war,
War!
Caused by,
The disputes of control,
While,
Up in the skies,
The skies so far above,
Where,
Planes and jet fighters.
Have,
Atomic control,
And when ordered,
It is activated,
Activated by nuclear waves,
Of radio transmissions,
Sent to set frequency controlled,
Activated by nuclear waves,
Of nuclear fusion,
Of man made nuclear,
With,
Mercury and patens,
Designed to,
Activate the nuclear physics,
Of,
Atom bombs,
Atomic War!
War!
Nowadays,
Atomic war,
Is,
The final frontier of ending what cannot be stop.
Supremacy on peoples,
When one kind wants to be just,
That kind,
And forcing assilimation,
On other nations,
So,
All look like,
And be like,
What they are,
And from,
So,
Those that cry freedom,
In their right,
For,
Freedom in choice,
Must leave,
Or,
Be destroyed,
In their own homeland,
By,
Genocides!
That,
Cause,
War!
Everywhere,
You look these days,
And everywhere,
You read of past history,
There is a truth,
In all the nations,
That just want,
What they want,
Regardless,
Of the other nations,
Just like in,
World War 2,
Which,
Brought about,
That first bang,
Of that,
First,
Atomic bomb,
The one launched,
That,
Hit Japan, ,
By,
The push of a button,
So many still remember,
The ending of,
World War 2,
Now,
Today,
Its what it is all about,
Nuclear war,
And so many that say it,
War!
War!
War!
Now,
Take a look at the world today,
Even,
Our waters and nature is disturbed,
Just like us all,
In races,
Of nations,
And,
Civilisations,
Today in Science,
They are all told,
To get more nuclear!
More nuclear in physics,
For war pays,
And the spoils of war?
Is another nations gain,
So,
In the results,
The People,
The Places,
The Planet,
All suffer,
Where,
Soon,
All will know,
Not to say this,
Or not to say that,
For leaders of nations,
Have proven to us lately,
That all that is said,
And all that is done,
Cannot be unsaid,
Cannot be undone,
However,
It is what is causing,
War!
War all over the power seeking world.
Ellen Ni Bheachain
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To Understand What Breaks Your Heart
When all is known to whom,
You, yourself, in choice chooses to love?
And time apart with no connections,
Of keeping up with each other,
When time to give is available,
How can one show love to another?
Then loves temptations moves in,
What happens in one persons life,
Will differ from another,
For when seperated from one and another,
Will bring one of the other,
In different paths to the other,
And trust is all that can prevail,
When love is love,
Yet,
Not there much to show it,
Love,
One and one,
That makes two,
A couple,
That makes two of one,
A loving couple,
Is that not love?
Love that is,
Caring and giving,
Caring for each ways in knowing,
Yet,
When love leaves or goes astrays,
It,
Leaves the other left hurting?
For what once was,
Love,
Wth trust and understanding,
Tis,
Then,
You will know,
And also understand,
What breaks your heart,
Is the love,
You still love,
When two were one in love,
And mistrust made you blue,
And parted did you two,
For to set someone free,
Is to have been loved,
And sometimes lost,
By what is love,
That went astray,
For love has no chains,
It is to give,
And in giving,
Receiving back,
Love from love,
So if loves parting glances,
Is to wish old love,
New found love,
Then farewell to love,
But,
When new found love,
Does not love,
In true heart felt love,
It is,
Then you see love,
With that look in his eyes,
For you too had,
That same look,
When love broke your heart,
For giving into,
The swaying advances,
To a fancy in glances,
Now left to understand,
And listen to how they were taken in,
Is to understand what breaks your heart,
When you are left to pick up the pieces,
Listen and know it hurts,
For what goes around comes around,
Yet,
Love is blind and sometimes cruel,
When the shoe is put on the other foot,
And they come back to you?
And in ironic stages,
Is when love returns to ask of you,
To be together,
As when your love was true,
And there you be,
Mending what,
A broken heart?
From love that made you blue?
Then trying to understand,
What broke your heart,
And telling you now he will be true?
For doing what made you blue,
So you get cruel,
And make him see,
What made you blue,
Is now blue himself,
For someone else in doing,
What he did to you,
And in doing this,
That is what broke his heart,
Is his new found love,
That was not true to him,
So in understanding that,
He comes back to you?
For true he now is,
Blue,
Just like you,
Now there you be,
Listening to him,
Telling you,
Just how blue he be,
What does one do?
When still in love,
With love that did not stay true to you?
And,
Made you so blue?
Remembering how,
Breaking your heart,
When he went astray,
And now you are left,
To understand,
Why he too is now blue,
And then explain,
To him returned,
What is is,
That breaks your heart?
So he,
Understands,
What broke your heart.
Ellen Ni Bheachain
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