Poems by Dermot Cooke & Jack Dooley (Survivors)

The following is a number of Poems from a Survivor who has kindly agreed to place them on our website.

They are the sole and exclusive property of Mr. Cooke and you must seek the authors permission if you would like to use and or publish them.

BELIEVE

Believe in Yourself – in the power you have to control your own life,

day by day,

Believe in the Strength that you have deep inside,

and your faith will help show you the way,

Believe in Tomorrow and what it will bring,

let a hopeful heart carry you through,

For things will work out if you trust and believe –

There’s no limit to what you can do!

LOVE

Love can be Compared to a rose,

A rose Blossoms and Blooms

When nourished by the heat of

the sun, rain, air and the soil.

Likewise a human being who

receives a gentle touch, a

warm smile and a softly spoken tender “I love you” will, just

like the rose, Blossom and bloom Feeling

Warm, Wanted, Cherished and

LOVED.

The Above poems are Mr. Dermot Cooke’s. Dermot also supplied us with several additional poems that we will add at a later date.

I would like to commend Dermot for his talent, and may he continue to produce works such as the above. It continues to amaze me the talent that Survivors have that have often been overlooked for more sensational Headlines. It is about time we appreciate the excellent talents of Survivors and cherish their Abilitys.

As I said to Jack Dermot, I hope the above inspires more to write into us with their works as we hope in the near future to develop an exhibition of Survivors works and begin to focus on you and many like you you have such wonderful talents.

I hope we all agree.

Thank you.

The monastery walls by Jack Dooley

If those walls could only speak
Of little lives which were to bleak
Days that mingled into years
Also washed with many tears

Wolves within these walls did prey
While little boys could only pray
A life sentence we did live
We had nothing else to give

Childhood gone, we lingered on
No dreams could we depend upon
Still the memories won’t let go
Of suffering years long, long ago

Those walls so stark and bold
Gone to history we are told
Years go by, we grew old
Their memory of, still leave us cold

Jack Dooley