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.”

A Shadow Cast

“Are you John Hume’s son?”

They would inquire,
Once they had caught wind of my surname
“I am”
Came the immediate; proud reply.
“Nothing to do with his namesake John Hume up in the North by any chance”
They would pursue.
Both men of peace. Both much respected.

“I worked with your father when he was Hospital Administrator”
“I was in the Civil Defence with your dad”
“I used to work with him in the court house”
“Ah, I remember working with John in Kilroy’s”
“Didn’t he do the Mater Hospital Pools?”
“He was a good man. A kind man. Always had time for everybody.
Was an absolute gent. Always got things done. Always had a smile
On his face.”

“Who is this man?” I thought to myself
This man they call John Hume
The man with a plan
This man of whom they speak
With such fondness and high regard.
With veneration almost
As though he were a saint
To be revered.
A giant among men
Chosen to walk among us mere mortals
Without equal.
Yet treating everyone equally
Such high standards
Such lofty heights
Such charm and charisma.
I did not really know this man
Nor he me.
He was a stranger to me.
And I to him.
A mystery wrapped in an enigma.
Not a patch on him
Yet cut from his cloth
So something of him
Must have rubbed off on me

Yet he loved me unconditionally
Encouraged my talents
Embraced the path I chose to walk,
Even though it wasn’t pensionable
Nor secure
Walking the extra mile with us all
Bending over backwards to support
Always expressed his pride in me,
Via our mutual translator:
My mum. His wife.
He said to her
“I wish I had Ken’s way with words”
I said to her
“I wish I had my dad’s way with people”

You cast a large shadow over us all dad
Spreading far back into a time before I began
Before I was a twinkle in my mother’s eye
Comforting and warm as a thick blanket
Suffocating and inspiring in equal measure.
Your name carried so much substance
And character. Had a gravity to it
So loaded with expectation and history
That I sometimes stumbled under its weight
A weight that I’m only now learning to carry
And embrace.

A rich tapestry of experiences
Sewn together by the same name
By the same man. Bound
Together forever by
The same man’s sorrow
Which made one family, two.
One family’s loss
Became another families birth
Multiplying his legacy
And casting his shadow
Way beyond what he could
Have ever imagined.

Written by Ken Hume
Copyright of Ken Hume 2015

Social Networking Soap Opera

Another “private” family matter
Played out in public
On Facebook’s cluttered wall
A social-networking soap opera
With more drama in a day
Than a week of Eastenders
One couple’s nasty break-up
Someone else’s attention seeking bender
It’s an hourly episode
24 hours a day
Where you can watch people’s lives implode
While they strive to play
Out their laptop characters
For the Hollyoaks generation
Facebook pokes; procreation
Beginning & ending of
On a small screen scale
Binning & rending of
Where friendships
Are for sale
A pretty pose
A silly face
Take off your clothes
Happy disgrace
All to find & compose
A profile pic
A clever status
That folk will click
Like on
Maybe share
Comment on
Or just stare
At all your photos
Breathing ground for stalkers
Feeding ground for mockers
Saying whatever they want
Without regard for font
Proper spelling or punctuation
Selling their PlayStation
And losing their souls
While confusing their roles
Between real life
And imaginary
Inventing strife
With defamatory
Statements & comments
It’s all too common
Collecting friends
Like stamps
Rejecting friends
To revamp
Your social circle
Slag off
Angela Merkle
21st century definition
Of being ‘cool’
You need a revision
Get off your stool
Or the high-horse
That is Facebook
More like erase-book
Because you’re erasing
Your old self
And embracing
Your no-self
From a big fish
In a small pond
You got your wish
Your identity absconds
You’re now a small fish
Swallowed up by
The internet sharks
The twitter set smarks
Is it everything you hoped for
Is it what you eloped for?

Written by Ken Hume

L-Plate Lover

Darling, I’m an L-Plate Lover

With a provisional license to rediscover

How to drive the car of romance

Re-start the engine before I get the chance

To get out of the car and run

Wouldn’t be the 1st time that I’ve done

That, so why don’t you hop in beside me

In the passenger seat so that you can guide me

Because you’ve a full license and have driven

This road before; been hurt; have forgiven

Teach me when to accelerate; when to slow down

When to hit the brakes and to look around

When to turn right; when to turn left

When to listen and what to say next

When to pull over to the side of the road

How to translate the rules and the code

Of the mysterious driver that is the female

Because it’s a driving test I don’t want to fail.


Written by Ken Hume



The Night Owl & The Early Bird

The Night Owl & The Early Bird


The night owl and the early bird

Could never meet, it’s quite absurd

One pierces the darkness with yellow eyes

The other captures everyone by surprise

The early bird captures the worm

While light makes the night owl squirm

Whoo, whoo is this creature, up so early?

Chirping so enthusiastically, the owl nearly

Chimes in, until he soon remembers

That it’s only 6am on a December

Morning, an obscene & ungodly hour

Be he lacks the will or power

To resist her in her early morning song

Because this bird’s spell over her is strong

Though he still prefers to inhabit the night

I think this owl takes secret delight

In sitting on the tree branch to listen

To her tweet and watch her glisten

With a sparkling; otherworldly charm

Irresistible; contagious, a natural alarm

For the wise and unassuming owl

The perfect tonic for his solitary scowl


Written by Ken Hume


I Am

I am strange

I am familiar

I am change

Yet all to similar


I am recognised

I am unknown

I am exorcised

And error prone


I am failure

I am success

I am faithful

Yet faithless


I am talented

I am talentless

I am useful

And useless


I am weak

I am strong

I am right

Yet always wrong


I am human

I am divine

I am assuming

All the time


I am ignorant

I am aware

I am up for rent

Without a where


I am hot

I am cold

I am caught

In a hole


I am wordless

I am spoken

I am promises

Kept and broken


I am commitment

I am procrastination

I am no comment

Pure frustration


I am white

I am dirty

I am quite

A little flirty


I am guilty

I am innocent

I am filthy

To an extent


I am uncertainty

I am conviction

Open the curtain, see

A contradiction




I am lost

I am found

I am tossed

All around


I am free

I am enslaved

I am me

A little depraved


I am fragile

I am scared

I am agile

And multi-layered


I am cruel

I am kind

I am fuel

For the resigned


I am underwhelmed

I am overrated

I am on the mend

And saturated


I am victory

I am defeat

I am a story

That’s incomplete



Take me seriously or don’t take me at all

Take me seriously and give me a call

Sometime when you’re feeling a little down

Call into me on the other side of town


Take me seriously, not like some little kid

Take me seriously and heaven forbid

You give me some credit for all I have done

Forbid me my moment under the sun


Take me seriously when others won’t

Take me seriously at times when I don’t

Think I’ll ever amount to all that much

Don’t wait till it’s over and I’m outta touch


Take me seriously when I don’t have a plan

Take me seriously when I’ve gone and ran

Out of ideas, I need someone who’ll believe

Believe in me completely, a simple reprieve


Take me seriously and enough with the lies

Take me seriously, and give up the disguise

That you wear everytime that I’m around

This guy is not fooled, he’s nowhere to be found



You Gotta Keep

You gotta keep that fire a burnin’

Before those flames fade and die out

Gotta keep those wheels on turnin’

In the direction you’re talking about

Gotta keep your mind a learnin’

The things you need to ease the doubt


You gotta keep the heart a beatin’

Before your ears can no longer hear

You gotta quit your lyin’ n’ cheatin’

Before you lose the one thing you fear

You gotta fight to keep the heat in

Your bond, everytime you’re near her


You gotta keep that light a shinin’

Don’t let nobody turn off that switch

You gotta keep from all your whinin’

About how life has always been a bitch

Gotta keep looking for the silver linin’

In your clouds, thankful for every stitch


You gotta keep your spirit a goin’

When you feel like you can’t go on

You gotta keep your life a growin’

Settlin’ for what’s been, that’s wrong

You gotta keep the words a flowin’

Before all the inspiration’s gone.


Alone; reserved; self-contained

Always standing on the outside;

Charming they say; but yet elusive

You’re unable to get close

You can see her; you can hear her

You can even touch her

but she’s not really there

She’s somewhere else, a world away

Somewhere just beyond your reach

There in body but not in spirit

Her mind and affections evading

Your curious; fascinated grasp

She stands there silently, not a word

You pour out your story so readily

Like a river burst through it’s damns

And you feel the better for it

Like a heavy weight has been lifted

Like you could talk to her all night

Happy; bubbling; hopefully upbeat

You turn around for a moment

To collect your drinks. Fatal mistake

For when you look back around

She’s gone. Disappeared.

Vanished into the bustling crowd;

Sucked into the cool night air

And you wonder to yourself, wistfully

Will you ever get to talk to her again.

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