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All Is Fair in the War of an Election

Background – James Bannon of Fine Gael in Longford got questioned today by Garda (police) about removing voting leaflets belonging to Sinn …

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 …