Let Blaze the Flames of Uisneach
Flames bright burned seven years On the top of Uisneach Hill Bealtaine declared for the world The call it echo’s here still …
Poverty Makes All Things Possible
It was easier to fall in love when people were destitute. – El Habib Louai Faith in God, help of family, They …
No More She Roars, But Her People Do, In Pain
No more she roars, the Tigeress of the Celts, Who brave took on the Capitalists jungle there and won, We thought ourselves …
Our Lady of Clonfert, Bless Both Boston and the World
As Boston comes to terms with its tragedy, we pray to Mary who is venerated in both the Islamic and the Christian …
Menhirs of Carnac
The men who built them long are dead And they are standing still In ranks, files and circles And after our time …
Few Turks in This Town Anymore
Few Ottomans are in Knes Selo That once ruled here before The call to prayer does not ring Around these hills anymore …
A Woman Sweeping, Passed By A Poet
Her back to me as I passed by Her doorstep by her swept By a handbroom without a long handle Her home …
Green Lights of Hope in Windows Burn
Green lights of hope in windows burn, As folk fight to save their homes, From faceless corporations and banks, Not conquering nations, …
Srebrenica
Rows and rows of headstones A sight we’ve seen before And beyond them the eye can see Rows and rows more… The …
Sitting There Saying Nothing
She sits there saying nothing A wee woman and her wains We know not who she is That sits there with her …
Blog – Savita, a Tragedy of Errors and the Abortion Issue
The Savita case is a tragedy of errors that ought never have happened, and while no-one has been blamed as responsible as such – …
Walking As One With the Woods
From the branches, voices whisper Singing soft low songs, in the breeze The more we listen, less we hear From the low …
Aged Eyes
Aged eyes, that one were with passion lit Now are dark, as if no longer there Is life, much less passion, lost …
Hands
On skin, they run, hands warm, voice soft Relax, enjoy, time it is yours But beer is dear, and time is money …