April 24

“Master of All” by Dylan Schweitnitz – Winner Senior Category

Silent as the grave,

Deadly as sin

I prey from above,

While I spy from within.

 

I wage war with the weak,

Seek peace with the strong

Finding art in the air,

Filling your ears with song.

 

I twist with sorrow,

I bend with grief

I break with regret,

I shatter in disbelief.

 

I kill your fond memories,

I make real your fears

I take away happiness,

And replace it with tears.

 

I am body, I am soul,

I am not generous, nor kind

Do you know who I am yet?

I am Master, I am Mind.

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April 24

“Freedom” by Dan Ryan

Freedom

 

Since the dawn of man, freedom was there,

Giving man the right to live and dare.

As man progressed, his freedoms grew,

He could talk with God, myself, and you.

 

While his endeavours became more costly,

Man enjoyed the right to speak softly.

As trees, bees, and many seas, felt the impact of his being,

Man kept profiting, not overseeing.

 

The luxurious existence of one’s life,

Did impact the planet with quite some strife.

Man did not think, but to ask:

“What is this ‘nature’, I continue to task?

And all of its people, the animals so bold,

To not let me chop down the houses they hold.

But only interminably to think of myself,

And to give myself luxuries exorbitant in wealth.”

 

You see, man has enjoyed the privilege to rule,

The right to be free but also cruel.

Not once did he think: “This place looks nice,

Let’s keep it here and not pay the price.”

 

Taking too much, has its issues,

Not paying back, for making tissues,

Trees, so tall must be regrown,

Not forgotten about over new iPhones.

 

When man is given freedom, he can go crazy,

Unless a pandemic shock him hazy.

When a vaccine is finally found,

All can rejoice and travel outbound.

Masks can flee, we can smile,

Groom ourselves with a sense of style.

 

We have been liberated; people rejoiced,

Just don’t forget the ice, which continues to moist.

A challenge overcame, was that virus,

Our science fast proven, very desirous.

A planet so magnificent, replete in its beauty,

To protect it and its people, our only duty.

April 20

“The Place” By Abigail Bourne

Weeks and days slowly go,

Wasting away, in a place, no one truly knows.

 

There is no food, there is no life,

Screams of the innocent fill the day and the night.

 

The blood of children stains the road,

In the places far too dangerous to go.

 

A place where civilians are forced to flee,

From the hellish roar of artillery.

 

The men left behind to fight for their country true,

The rest of it is up to you.

 

Please donate what you can,

To stop that war criminal of a man!

 

So, NATO, what do you say?

Let’s bring troops to help Ukraine!!

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April 20

“An Angel I Met at 11:11” by Kaitlyn Kennedy

Smile, once, twice, three times.
Embracing her like a child, holding her favourite teddy bear.
Try to take it, you can’t.

Her ocean eyes, pull me further and further away.
Now, floating, the angel has me.
She lits a flame within me like the Devil’s breathe.

Following the sound of the waves, leading me to the gates of her heart.
Our veins, injected with nectar, turn black.

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January 23

1st Year adaptations of W.B. Yeats’s ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’:

My Innisfree – Hogwarts

I will arise and go now, and go to Hogwarts,

And a DA group I will have there, of loyal and brave students:

A dormitory I will have there, a room for the owls alone;

And live in the safety of the castle’s magic.

 

And I shall have some support there, for support comes dropping slow,

There midnight’s hoot of owls, and noon a glistening sun,

And evening full of heavy, warm air.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear lake water rippling as the Giant Squid stretches;

While I stand in my bedroom in the lane of Privet Drive,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Tadhg Mc Grath (1B) – 2019

 

My Innisfree – Knocknacree

I will arise and go now and go to Knocknacree,

And a cottage will I build there, of brick and thatch made:

Potatoes will I have there, a coop for the hen,

And live peacefully in the song loud wood.

 

And I shall have some tranquility there, for calmness comes dropping slow,

There midnight’s all a blur, and noon a crimson glow,

And evenings full of frogs croaking in the pond.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear the owls hooting;

While I stand here on the path, or in the wood of day,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Callum Nolan (1B)- 2019

 

My Innisfree – Italy

I will arise and go now, and go to Italy,

And a mega-mansion build there, of the finest yellow gold;

Fun I will have there, a pool for the colorful parties;

And live there with my friends in the place I truly adore

 

And I shall have room there, for family comes dropping slow,

There midnights crazy parties, and noon a colorful glow,

And evenings full of crazy fun

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear the loud laughter, ringing in my ear;

While I stand on the freezing cold floor, or in the school classrooms,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Ciaran Slevin (1A) -2019

 

My Innisfree – Glenstal Abbey

I will arise and go now, and go to Glenstal Abbey,

And a grande room built there, of white brick made;

Many friends will I have there, an application form for the

Munk himself, and with all my companions in the becoming dreamy castle.

 

And I shall have some aura there, for evident comes dropping

Slow,

There midnights a burst of laughter and noon a glistening glow,

And evening full of gleeful peers.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear ecstatic roars;

While I stand on the school’s corridor, or in my English class,

I hear it deep in the heart’s core.

Adam Ryan (1A) – 2019

 

My Innisfree – Dubai

I will arise and go now, and go to Dubai,

And a golden mansion build there, of polished marble made,

A huge swimming pool I will have there, a small quiet beach for my friends and family,

And live happily in the scorching hot sun

 

And I shall have some fun there, for fun comes dropping slow

There midnights golden glitter, and noon a velvet sunny glow,

And evening full of the scarlet suns glitter.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear music playing down at the beach,

While I sit in the loud canteen, or in the crowded science room,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Lucy Fitzgerald (1A)- 2019

 

My Innisfree – Bora Bora

I will arise and go now and go to Bora Bora,

A small, warm cabin build there, of fine wood made,

And a viewing balcony will I have there,

And a table made of marble for my rocking chair,

and live freely in the bright warm sun.

 

And I shall have some adventure there for  mystery comes dropping slow,

Drooping from the veils of the of the morning, to where the waves break,

There midnights all a shiny glow and moon a breezy day

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear the water lapping over the stony shore,

While I stand on the sea-shore or on the sandy beach,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Ellen Ryan (1A)- 2019

 

My Innisfree – California

I will arise and go now, and go to California,

And a palace build there, of stone and red brick made:

A pool will I have there, a stable for the horses,

And live with friends and family in the hills with views of the beach.

 

And I shall have some fun there, for fun comes dropping slow,

There midnights all a light from the city’s streets at night, and noon a pools glow,

And evening full of laughter.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear ocean water waves :

While I stand on the school grounds, or in the room of history class,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Leah Nevin (1B) – 2019

 

My Innisfree – Rural Villiage

I will arise and go now and go to a quiet aul village,

And a house build, there, of hurley made:

Trays of oranges that look like sliotars will I have there, a hurling field for the back garden,

And live with my hurling pals in the countryside.

 

And I shall have some bobbing tunes there,

For craic comes dropping slow,

There midnights madness, and noon a blue and yellow glow,

And evening full of craic.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear teachers talking;

While I stand on the corridors,

Or in the cantine doing homework,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Ciaran Foley – 2019

 

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