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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, Page 22

Those Who Fought on That Side

Many men faught not for Ireland But under another flag And of their deeds our folklore feeds Of them we like to …

On Sighting Sandy Row

Visiting Belfast back in 2008 we took a wrong turn, and drove by this mural by accident. While explaining the conflict to …

“Cá bhfuil siad Anois

Cá bhfuileadar anois, mic na hÉireann? ’s siad marbh, ina gcoladh innú i dteach Dé, Ach éireoidh siad san am atá le …

Bar Drunks and the Bards

Bards of today, heckled, by the critical ear That drinking, poetry does not want to hear Cant handle poetry, that they know …

Dawn Breaks as Yeats Goes to Sleep

Yeats died before the outbreak of war, and his Nobel prizes and international fame was most seen through the Versailles era, with …

Carol for Christmas for Our Times

It was the greatest love for earth that God has ever shown It was the greatest love unknowing that mankind has ever …

Saint Fechin was no Feckin Saint

Saint Fechin was a feckin fecker That bigger feckers made a saint Prayed for a plague to plague the poor: The fecker: …

Truth Kills Kings

“Truth is dangerous. It topples palaces and kills kings. It stirs gentle men to rage and bids them take up arms. It …

To Live In Hearts

“To live in hearts we leave behind is to not die” – Thomas Campbell To live in hearts we leave behind It …

Every Book Has Its Last Page

Dedicated to the memory of the late writer, artist and musician Ingrid Andrew… Every book has its last page When turned, signifies …

Glam Dicenn on Daesh

May the strength that they seek elude them As they are blind to the faith they profess The glory sought be thwarted: …

Tears For and Thoughts with Paris Tonight

Après la pluie, le beau temps. Translation: After troubles, calm comes back. These streets have seen blood before Terror too, and have …

White Sails on the Claddagh

White sails on the Claddagh Sail out neath grey skies Red sails of the Hookers Fished there in days gone by White …

Rattling Buckets Cant Be Seen

A boy, an errand, and a bucket of beer … A drain, a death, and now a ghost does appear … A …

This Could Be 1939 Again

“This Could Be 1939 Again” Czech Roma refugee, a friend of mine, who will remain nameless, circa 1998 The flames of fate …

Scene of the Rhyme @ F-15 Festival

Scene of the Rhyme perform spoken word @ F-15, The Foundation Arts festival held yearly in Tullamore, Co Offaly. Featuring Richard Brennan, …

Good Boys and other Blaggards

Bucks and nyeucks read books in nooks Of history, language and culture told Lewd jokes, vetted new comrades in diviment For adventures …

The Muses Café

Easons on Dublins O’ Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses… appropiate for a bookshop! While there, looking at pictures of now …