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Hunger is a worldwide scourge. 
​This section includes poems recently written by poets from around the world.   

Poem by Doreena Jennings

5/3/2021

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The Capuchin Day Centre

It’s Wednesday morning

and the queue on Bow Street
gets longer year on year - a family
with two children wait in line
for the blue bag from brother Kevin. 
Bread, butter, beans and more - their home,
a hotel room, two bus rides away. 
Yet somehow this place, is just enough
to put a half smile back on a mothers face,
on these dirty Dublin streets.
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Doreena is from Dun Laoghaire, Co. Dublin,
Ireland and has been writing from the age of twelve.
Her writing is like a diary, reflecting life’s ever-changing emotional landscape. She is a member of the award winning ‘Carlow Writers Co-op’. 

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Poem by Josephine LoRe

4/24/2021

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Enough

Would words be enough, I would sate your hunger 
I would build for you a well everfilled with water clean 
I would work alongside as you till the field 
Watch hope emerge green from the brown earth
 
Would words be enough, I would end your misery 
Watch each child of yours grow strong and true 
Teach you to read and to write and to sing 
So that your voice be forgotten nevermore 
 
Would words be enough, I would help you bear your burden 
Bring healing to your wounds, end strife
See beyond the lines on a map, beyond colour
And you would know you are my sister, my brother

If words were enough


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​a pearl in this diamond world … Josephine LoRe’s words have been read on stage and in Zoom rooms, put to music, danced, integrated into paintings & visual art, and published in literary journals and anthologies in ten countries.  She has two collections, Unity and the Calgary Herald Bestseller The Cowichan Series. 
https://www.josephinelorepoet.com/ 

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Poem by Tony Treanor

2/25/2021

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An Gorta Mór (The Great Hunger)
Ireland
1845 - 1850
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Ireland. The aching. Stomach tight, skin taut, stretched  across poking ribs.
Mo dhia,prataí ar maidin agus prataí ar nóin mar a duirt an file -My God, potatoes in the morning and potatoes in the evening,-as the poet said-
A hot clammy Summer. Potatoes! Lifegiver! dragged from the earth with fevered hands,
dirt scared nails, scratching ,digging the mulched black thing, cloying to the touch, from the earth. A fouled death stench, from what had been a potato.
A sábhála Dia orainn!- God save us!-Níl aon rud eile againn! -We have nothing else!

The Land bereft of it's nourishing harvest; potatoes. Even along the coast, the boats are no more, in the cities if you have the money for the inflated prices at the food markets,, and islands where there is fish, there is some salvation, if you have the strength and skill to catch them. If you have a currach to set sail to find them, or the ragged groups of women and girls,

chipping reluctant shellfish from the sea drenched rocks,
or ,eating raw seaweed  to ease the knawing need, their guant frames poisoned,
leading to the agony of death without hope. Cad a Déanfaimid anois?- What will we do now?
The cravings, walking barefoot, to the Landlord's House, the smell of cooking from his kitchen. Turned away by his bailiffs with masks about their faces, to hide the stench of human despair.
Food. Scenting like hunting dogs, the imagined taste on the air, like ragged unseeing things,
they stagger across moor and heath. The mountain wind, cutting through to the bone,

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the chill of streams crossed numbing their bloodied bare feet,
staring unseeing, with grass-juiced mouths, the final act of  despair and madness,
dripping from slack jawed lips.
Dying in heaving gasps, amidst a mountained landscape,
falling to emerald beauty to the quiet of field and valley.

The last sight and sound they see, lying face up, in  a ditch, or on the side of the road, watching with the indifference of the dying, the slow moving gunmetal clouds pasted across a cold sky, reflected in their eyes.
A raven hovering, feathering a winged beat
for the approach of endless night. A lonely cry on the air, notes their passing.
A lonely place to die, by the roadside, a light breeze, bending blade of grass and petalled flower, fingers clawing the earth in a final rigor of agony,
before blessed death takes them.
An Gorta Mór: 1845-1850

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Tony Treanor is an Irishman living in Limerick on the Mid-West coast of Ireland. He has enjoyed writing and reading poetry  all his life.

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Poem by Laura Mulcahy

2/16/2021

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Laura Mulcahy, Irish Singer and Poet, presents her moving song/poem, Sunken Cemetery, 1849, about emigration caused by the Irish Famine. 
​Several musicians and poets join her in this tribute.   
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ypRiYttVGE&feature=emb_logo
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Poem by Abha Das Sarma

9/29/2020

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The Wait

As I write
Someone, somewhere
Waits-
I imagine "What it is";, to say
Hungry and stay, that way
And if-
She could be, my friend
At lunch
A table well laid-
When asked
"Are you a vegetarian", I remark
Hunger has no caste-
It eats, itself, and lasts
Longer than
You and I, ever thought.
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Abha Das Sarma lives in Bangalore, India. 
An engineer and management consultant by profession, writing is what makes her happy and fulfilled.

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Poem by Fin Hall

9/28/2020

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Cold Chicken

Its raining, and windy
no shelter from the cold
I’m ailing, though young still,
I am really feeling old
Christmas is coming,
I still can’t find a home
No money, no shelter
Wandering the streets alone
My shoe won’t stop leaking
my toes are turning green
My stomach is so empty
I wish that I was clean
Searching through the rubbish
For something nice to eat
A leftover chicken leg
A succulent, seasonal treat
Nourishing, but still hungry
What else is there to do?
I approach a stranger and say
“A merry Xmas to you.”
Here is the video of Fin reading the poem: https://youtu.be/V3IKFdKJm8E
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Fin Hall is from New Pitsligo, in the North East of Scotland. He has been writing since the early 70’s. He hosts a Zoom Event called Like A Blot From The Blue. Fin's work mainly focuses on social issues as well as reflective personal stories. 

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Poem by Sharmila Pokharel

9/15/2020

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No time for poetry

The big lineup 
in front of the food tanker
a mother 
holds a paper plate in her right hand 
drags a child with the left 

the loudest crowd ever
to get meals to their children
there I saw myself
fragmented into thousands of humans
and my soul in silence
looking for an answer
Photo credit goes to Dr. Archana Pokharel

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Sharmila Pokharel is a bilingual poet from the Himalayan country Nepal. She has published two collections of poetry in her native language. She immigrated to Canada in 2010. 
Her third book was a bilingual poetry collection My Country in a Foreign Land, co-translated by Alice Major. She is a co-author of Somnio: The Way We See It, a poetry and art book published in 2015.   

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Poem by Rena Fleming

9/14/2020

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Great Changes

“Deaths and marriages make great changes.”
That’s what they used to say,
In a general way,
Not specific to the Famine.
There were too many deaths then.
They were too close.
Dying was a failure.
That wasn’t spoken of.
It was lived out of.
It cut a deeper line
Of before and after
Than Independence, the change
From rulers to leaders.
It removed or erased so many
It changed Ireland.
It changed land ownership
From up and down to the middle.
The strong farmers rose.
Their cattle conquered crops.
Marriages were made to unite fields.
In a domestic commerce
Resources were invested for
The future in a son and
A son a priest for good measure
Was a measure of success.
Women served purposes.
Their speaking was sanctioned
In self-betraying confessions
To oppressive clergy.
Their lives went to the farms
Their love to the productive sons.
Their marriages were fodder
For literature.
The absolution of lost knowledge
Comes slowly on the land.
Roots grow from our feet.
My grand father struck a man
Who, in drink, accused my forebears

Of the theft of fields from his forebears,
After the Hunger.
In the Cromwellian phrase of West Limerick-
My grandfather “falled” him.
Who will know now in that place
The story or the truth?
These many years later
We appear to be recovering
From that disease of the blood-
The fear of want.
The roots growing from our feet
Are shorter.
We can love and leave the land.
There are changes.
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Rena Fleming grew up on a farm in Co.Limerick and now enjoys the landscape and the shores of Galway Bay.

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Poem by Kelly Van Nelson

9/8/2020

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Dinner for One
 
I remember the angst of scavenging for nourishment;
the excitement when sustenance
was found in a tin of spam
selected from the self-service menu
in a kitchen cupboard slammed with a bang,
breaking up an otherwise stony silence
while preparing dinner for one
 
No distraction from acrid smell of poverty,
an airborne virus infecting my nostrils
attempting to satisfy growling malnutrition need
because very child needs a daily feed,
no point in letting the situation bread contempt
as who gives a shit about trying to represent
the groundhog day of the twisted event
that although lonely was still a highlight when imminent;
my desolate dinner for one.
 
My parched lips washed it down
with unfiltered tap water
consumed while perched on a rickety chair,
wobbling as if laughing at my misfortune sitting there.
A chipped orphan plate scorning hungry eyes
always lowered, scarred from my mother’s glares filled with despise,
familiarity in that crockery that saw behind the scenes mockery
towards child welfare that forgot to be there
to witness my dinner for one.
 
The pièce de résistance dished up on scratched pine surface
barren of pretty tablecloth,
not ever needed since I’d never dare spill a drop.
Even if I did I’d use my tongue as a mop
to make the most of my dinner for one.
 
Indigestion took hostage of my stomach
when I too quickly crammed tasteless morsels into my young mouth
that hung open, forgetting to close with the chew,
table manners were never something taught by you,
fingers my utensils, there was no silver spoon
to shovel in my meal because mother would be home soon.
Needed time to wash up, no excuse for her to raise hand
to beat me black and blue for being so bad.
 
It was cold in the bosom of the kitchen without the oven on.
Why waste energy serving up dinner for one?

Here is the link to the video of Kelly reading her poem: 
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Kelly Van Nelson from Sydney, Australia is the #1 bestselling author of Graffiti Lane and Punch and Judy. Her poetry has featured in numerous international publications and she regularly discusses social issues in the media. Her books are frequently gifted to celebrities, including Hollywood Oscar winners. She is the recipient of a KSP First Edition Fellowship, winner of the AusMumpreneur ‘Big Idea Changing the World’ Award for her literary impact as an antibullying advocate, and Roar Success winner for Best Book and Most Powerful Influencer. In the spare time she doesn’t have, she hangs out on the open mic performing poetry. She is based in Sydney, Australia and is represented by The Newman Agency - www.kellyvannelson.com.

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Poem by Ger Duffy

8/23/2020

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TOWARDS  LECANVEY
(i.m. Famine Walk 31/3/1849)

Stop a moment by the idle wall, look
right  to the red rusting boathouse, tall trees
whispering, sheep bleating. Look  left, follow 
the waves, their bluegreen sheen domed by the sky,
bend and dip with the coast road. Long fingered
land lingers, to reappear as humpbacked
hills dotting Clew Bay.   Clouds scud across Croagh 
Patrick,  colour changing as you watch. Four 
hundred walked to Delphi Lodge in search
of food.  They lie  among potato drills,
roofless abbey walls, standing stones, yellow furze.
The rise of land dominates, insists that 
you walk on it, admire it and know your 
place in the scheme of things.
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Ger Duffy lives in Co. Waterford, Ireland. Her poetry and fiction has been published by Slow Dancer Press, The Women’s Press, The Viking Press and Sheba Press. She holds a PG DIP in Creative Writing from Goldsmiths College, an MA in Screenwriting from University of Westminster, London. 

National Famine monument at Murrisk/Lecanvey, Co. Mayo, Ireland. The sculpture pays homage to the victims of the Irish Famine (An Gorta Mór) and especially to Irish people who emigrated to the United Sates to escape death, with no guarantee of arriving alive.
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