PJ Moore – Four poems


PJ Moore is an actor and writer living in Galway. He grew up in Athy Co. Kildare. He has worked in the past in such diverse areas as Security, sales and construction. His interests include all areas of the arts, philosophy, current affairs and spending time alone surrounded by nature. He began his tentative foray into the world of writing when back in 2009 he enrolled in a creative writing class facilitated by Susan Millar du Mars. As well as his poetry he has just completed his first book – ‘The Justified Tight Bastards Guide to Life’.


Here comes hop along Cassidy.
Sudo our cat, almost got creamed last week.
Used up three of his nine lives there and then.
Got him fixed at the vets in Glan’.
A one hundred and twenty dollar hit.
Hooked straightaway,
With all four claws into my left paw.
Huh! Gratitude how are ya!
Wouldn’t mind, but it didn’t buy us a bit of loyalty.
He still has three homes to go ta’.


The Kiss

So close now,
essence of her reaches out
from underneath chanel.
Heart thumping!
Four pints of fuzziness evaporate.
Vital signs are positive,
barely perceptible touch
of hand against wrist went well,
eyes don’t betray her smile.
Alert now! Focussed.
Background blur frozen.
Fear and excitement unite
and meet in your groin.
Could’ve read it wrong,
wouldn’t be a first.
Last test touch
to naked nape of neck.
An hour ago your painstaking
campaign began,
camouflaged by hand pocketed
bar slouch.

Third rock stops,
on us, it’s axis.
Ancient rituals first eruption
closes in again.
Trembling hand inching towards
small of back,
mind racing through stillness,
you lean forward,
slowly forward,
breath reaches breath.
Finally fully alive
in this moment before
The kiss!


The woman who wasn’t there

It must have been lonely there
In the shadow of all that testosterone
One woman, among seven
Would you have liked a daughter?
I’ll never know, you never told me

What was it like to be a nurse on the wards?
Were you happy then? Attractive in your uniform
Attending to the ill and infirm
That was your domain, your time to shine
Did you share cigarettes with the dying?

Why go into nursing anyway?
Was it vocation or convenience?
Better than the bank or the convent, I suppose
But I’ll never know, you never told me

Why did you marry the auld fella?
Was it love or ticking clock?
You seemed to get your romance from novels
What were your dreams as a single woman?
Had you loved and lost before you wed?
I’ll never know, you never told me

What was it like, growing up
In rural Carlow in the new Republic?
What was it like for you during the war?
Who was your best friend in school?
I’ll never know, you never told me

You’re dead now
That’s for sure
We buried you in ninety – six
At sixty – three
But when did you die?
I’ll never know, you never told me

The woman who wasn’t there, now isn’t
I thought you’d always be
Because you’d always been
I would’ve liked to have known you, Margaret
But I never asked.


Victory Speech

Dia dhuit agus ta failte romhat.
Welcome to the end of another successful campaign.
Never to be outdone by our arch rivals, Mayo
I am Galway’s answer to the Flynns.
I am forever indebted to and eternally ungrateful for
That apathetic ally of corruption,
The silent hero of my success,
No, not you my loyal woolly flock.
You, yes you! The wise non voter
Who instinctively knew I had no use for
New and unpredictable votes.

I have to hand it to me though
My clever twisting of campaign and publicity practice.
No posters! Not one.
I tiptoed to top of poll
Not rousing a single sleeping drone
From her slumber.
My greatest stroke yet.

Please! Don’t bore me with your ethics.
I have a bachelor of arts in
Bombast, bluster and bluff.
I have set new standards in public office.
What price my entertaining trial?
What cost to state my incarceration?
Lets do it all again. I appeal.

On a more sombre note, my dear brethren
It’s been a difficult few years,
But my party mentors of old, Ray and Liam
Schooled me well on that great tradition
Serving with dignity.
Innocent reputations risked,
Our democratic system compromised,
Public funds, which may otherwise
Have been wasted on hospital beds
Had to be pilfered. But
ends justify means and rewards excuse all.

Welcome to independents day
What with the mammy gone, and
Fianna Fail umbilical cord severed
I am, although I may eat for two,
Truly a one man me fein party.
Finally, my dear constituents
truly the public get what they deserve,
God bless us and save us from all harm,
but it is my intention to work
Like I’ve never worked before.
Oiche mhaith, slan go foil
Agus feicfidh me tu aris 2014.

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