Coffee Shop Interlopers

Coffee shop interlopers

Strangers to these surrounds

Intruders to the peace

Adorned with Irish scarves

Leprechaun hats mounted

On their heads

Painted shamrocks upon their face

Standing around

As though having a pint

They look confused

They look out of place

They don’t belong

I look amused

At this giddy throng

Invading this sacred space

Of the highly caffeinated

Just to have a taste

Or their curiosity sated

I doubt they’ll be back

It’s just a day out

The commitment they lack

Of the true coffee devotee

The lure of the stout

Will launch their retreat

To the familiar environs

Of the public house

For some fermented banter

And a bottle of beer.


I’ll just stay in my corner

With a takeaway cup

Write up a charmer

With my laptop

As is my way

And celebrate the holiday

In my own quiet way


Second Chance

My luck, I can scarce believe

When I first learned of her conception

It felt like a reprieve

A second chance at a connection

An opportunity to retrieve

A sense of purpose born out of affection

For my beloved wife who hath weaved

Her spell on me, erasing my fear of rejection

A possibility I might appease

The demons in my head and correct some

Ancient flaws inside of me

Some natural bent towards addiction

That has controlled and taunted

Me for years with its loathsome

Lust and carnal desires. Flee

From it I have tried. A contradiction

I have been. Full of archaic beliefs

And lack of conviction

Until I met thee.

My angel child & magical wife

Gifts from heaven

Who have given me the direction

And focus to change my ways

Tame my restless; indecisive mind

Channel it into one single purpose

Loving; nurturing and protecting

My family.

Without whom I’d be utterly & hopelessly


My every waking thought is now

Consumed by my love for them

Resolving to make their life




Thankful for the opportunity I have been given

To be a husband and father.

Driven on by past failures

This is the fulfilment of my dreams.

Redemption of my soul

The healing salve for my heart


Written by Ken Hume



Oh faithless father

Oh, faithless father

What has become

Of your beliefs once so strong

And the hymns that you sung


You kneeled at the altar

Prayed not to succumb

To the taunts & the prongs

Of the devil’s trident, my son


Suffocated by ‘holy’ restraint

And ancient biblical laws

You thought you were a saint

Deserving of applause


That’s the picture you liked to paint

When trying to defend your cause

All this talk of pious restraint

Only served to cover up the flaws


As you struggled & faltered

Collapsed, come undone

Under the weight of the wrongs

Under the heat of the Son


Prayers turned cold & hollow

As you lost your fire

The silence, you couldn’t swallow

So you sank into the mire


Of the type of addiction

You’d always sworn against

Graphicly ugly predilection

That left me cold and immense


-ly lonely, looking for affection

In all the wrong places

You couldn’t handle the rejection

Tried to cover your traces


Tried to mask the disease

Pretend you had it under control

Tell yourself you weren’t a sleaze

That you were just a tortured soul


Written by & copyright of Ken Hume




Multi-Coloured Terrorism

Struggling to find your place
Amongst a beleaguered human race
Frightened & confused
By the world’s ever-changing face.
Constantly trying to chase
Its tail
Struggling to contemplate the grace
Once bestowed upon us all
But now seems lost in space
Squandered by this relentless violence
Death and terror
Floods; earthquakes and tremors
Hovering over planet earth
Like a dark cloud of water
But blood pours down instead of rain
Soaking us all with grief and pain

Our innocence has not merely been beheaded
For that would imply
A swift, clean cut!
Instead, it’s been blown into smithereens
By suicidal bombers
Struck down by kamikaze truck drivers
Shot down by gun toting maniacs
With their AR-15 riftles
At a concert; in a church
On high alert as we lurch
From one attack to another
For a time

We’re taken back by the horror
Some taken credit for by I.S.
Islamic State
Others, just random folk
Deciding the fate
Of so many innocents
Becoming all too frequent
Proud of their destruction
Indiscriminate in our eyes
Yet meticulously planned
For our surprise
Simply because they can

Fuelled by hatred
Not colour
Disillusionment with the system
And too many guns
Not by any theological
Or religious superiority
It’s gone way past that!
Killing for killing’s sake
It’s purely psychological
They’ve got inside our heads
It’s a multi-coloured terror
Relentless in its occurrence
Suffocating yet highly addictive
Heart-breaking in its normality
Like a modern-day Wild Wild West”

Written & copyright of Ken Hume


Sit Down on this Couch (With a Shrink)

To sit down on this couch, I never thought

I’d be here, yet this strange life has brought

Me to this place, where I’ve become wrought

With these anxieties that have me caught

In the mousetrap of crippling past vocations

Haunting my mind and stilting aspirations

So here I find myself sharing my vexations

With a stranger, a long way off from elation

I sit down on this couch, not to think

But to carve open my head to a shrink

And let him see inside, how I just sink

Sometimes under life’s weight, the brink

Of fragility and battened up tears

Vulnerability and fattened up fears

That I try to hide but truth always rears

When nerves are fried, breakdown nears

To sit down on this couch, I now believe

Is the beginning of the long path to retrieve

The sense of balance and peace to conceive

Medicine for the silence and keys to relieve

The pressure that’s been building up inside

Gets less, the more I’m willing to confide

The more I’m willing to swallow my old pride

And learn the lessons that need to be applied


I Never Knew

I never knew what what Love was

Until the day that I met you

Cut open; excavated and lifted up

Out of your mother’s bloodied womb

Eyes wide open, sucking

your thumb, into the Theater room

Your curly hair, matted wet

With your amniotic cocoon

Not a cry out of you

It’d be safe to assume

That you had been around before

This place, it wasn’t new.

An old soul reincarnated

As a newborn baby whom

Was gifted to us

This love.

It grows deeper.

Every day

The more that you grow

The more that you play

With your fingers

And kick your feet

With a smile that lingers

And a look that keeps

Surprising & entertaining

Intriguing us too

How could we be complaining

When we’ve dreamed of you

Since conception

You’re everything we’ve hoped for

And more besides

Surpassing our expectations

With your inquisitive eyes

And your sensitive nature

Giggling at the ceiling

For no particular reason

Pushing yourself up

On your developing legs

Crying out for your bottle

Nearly holding it in your hands

Our Princess


We gladly submit to your commands

For this is your Kingdom

And we, your loyal subjects






Easter Rising of My Heart

(Rebellion of Love)

On 29th April 1916,
After 6 days of ferocious fighting
Heavy losses; bloodied pavements
Battered ideals
Padraig Pearse agreed
To the unconditional surrender of arms
To the British Army.
They had made their statement
To the world.
Fiercely they had fought their fight,
Shed their blood
Then bravely laid down their lives
In the hope for a new; liberated Ireland.

100 years later
(Tired of waging constant war with myself
Of battling the darker side of me
Rebelling against the intimacy I craved
Keeping everybody at arm’s length
For fear of getting hurt)
On 29th of April, 2016, I Ken Hume
Agree to the unconditional surrender
Of my arms… my legs, my mind,
Heart, body and soul
To the ruler of my Island
President of my Republic
To the Queen of my Empire.
Anne-Marie Stones.

Royal, Unbowed
I will gladly bow to the knee to her.
My very own Countess Markievicz
Fiery; principled; headstrong
Courageous and compassionate
Willing to sacrifice herself
For the greater good of others
Willing to die for her beliefs
Willing to stand up
For the rights and liberties
Of those less fortunate than herself

This is the Easter Rising of my Heart
For this Easter Rising I will start
A Rebellion of Love
A Rebellion that will shove
Back all the foreign forces
That have invaded my soul
And sought to take control
A Rebellion
That will break down the walls
I’ve built around my heart

I will now gladly surrender
I will now gladly empty my guns
And lay down my arms
I will stop fighting
I will wave the white flag
And embrace the very thing
Of which I’ve lived in fear
The vulnerability of loving completely
And of being loved.

In the Easter Rising of my Heart,
I was shot.
Fatally wounded by her unconditional love
For me.
A bullet of undying affection forever lodged in my heart
A new; liberated me emerged from the rubble
Dead to self.
Alive to love.

This is the Easter Rising of my Heart
For this Easter Rising I will start
A Rebellion of Love.”


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