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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, Page 21

Not Fit To Fly The Red Flag

Together we fought as Irishmen Against the classes and the Crown Anglo, Scot and Gael together We fought and won, took an …

Cursing the Unlucky Stars

My luck is all right from time to time But crisis I always find Finds me more the more I seek to …

Birds Sing

The birds sing among the boughs The wind blows soft upon the face Life is hard on the best of days Hard …

Civilians Slain – An Empire Saved

The sight of the Dillon family emerging from their house waving a white flag in Moore Street being shot down by snipers …

Lovers of Bazdara

A Pashtun (Afghan) love story, of a couple who fell for each other at first sight, but were destined not to be …

The Camera Steals the Spirit

The elders spoke against the box Covered with the cloth That painted pictures on the glass And they wanted not Their picture …

My Way Is In The Sand Flowing

” My way is like the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune” The sand it flows on the seashore Here …

Fishermens Tales

Castiglione’s advise on this, well known to Yeats, was literally taken to heart. The courtier must create an image of the beloved …

One Faith Under Two Flags

One faith under two flags fought in Galway The Gloucester’s guns roared as shells rained from Athenry to Castlegar The Men of …

Truth Told in All Tongues

The truth is told in all tongues To all folk in each and every land Spoken in the way and outlook of …

Memories of Your Mother

For Liam O’ Roirdan of the Blackwater Poetry Group on the passing of his mother. The group does a day of verse …

Lovers of the Lakes of Tears

The Imilchil wedding festival is an annual gathering of the Berber peoples so betrothals can take place. Unlike other Islamic societies, Berbers …

At The Age for This

I’m at the age for this The funerals: all to common now I dont go to them all anymore To commiserate with …

Phonecalls Never Made

I meant to ring but never did He normally did but never did The unspoken though that silent hid Told the truth, …

Iron Trees and Iron Eejits

The darkening sky: they stand there Arms reaching, turning in the wind as ease As if a dance upon the spot A …

Ireland Is Not For Sale

Background: As with Tara, where our heritage was torn up to be sold for profit, there is the same happeneing at the …

Restless Sídhe of Keeraun Hill

Keeraun Hill is a fairy fort, or ring fort, or Danish fort, call it what you will outside Banagher in County Offaly …