She Walks Not the Paths I Find Familiar
She walks not the paths I find familiar Underfoot clear ground and sound stone That I have walked heretofor in life Foot …
Fleeting Shadows Confuse the Walker
The game of love, which others find so effortless, so it appears, to this traveller of lifes journey is confusing at the …
To One Side I Must Cast My Pen
Verses written win all hearts bar hers She is a slave to life, passion and chance: I am a walker of safe …
Life Flies By
Villages fly by as I Life’s eternal wanderer Who seeks to put down root From where his people came Do not stop …
She Loves Me Not, The Dandelion Said
“Elle m’aime un peu, non, pas du tout” The game of blowing on a dandelion stating does the object of your affections …
God Save Us From The Preachers
Sometimes, men of the cloth with wicked words, spread hate and so are agents of evil… the latest of the old poems …
Alchemy in Reverse
The wizard that is life and its cruel blows Takes the dreams we have been sold Smashes them before our very eyes …
Heart Turned To Gold or Stone
The heart shall turn forged by life, love and pain To gold, or maybe to stone, To be mined from the chest …
Giltraps of Kinnitty and The Fureys in Tullamore – Filming A Weekend with the Tullamore Rhymers Club
As cameras panned out on the Tullamore Rhymers taking a bow after a reading for the opening of The Fureys in Tullamore, …
Reflections on Freedom
This poem was written as for the PREDA Fundraiser for Fr. Shay Cullen in Open Heart House in Dublin back in 2011. …
Sleuthing for the German Reillys
ne of the tragic and most interesting things to come out of the Great War and the Second World War was the …
Little Lake, Big Dreams
The little lake, water lapping, little future Local lads, big dreams and ambitions Far away fields were greener than the stoney ones …
Heaven Taught Ploughman
“A heaven taught ploughman” – Henry McKenzie speaking of Robert Burns. He learned much with plough in field Beast snorting, as ever …
Unseen Flatmate
A verse on a mouse, in the tradition of Burns… He comes and goes – or is it she Who shares this …
We Are But Passing Through
History, crumbles, before our eyes And walking past, we wonder not Someday, for all that we are We too, like those who …
Those Who Perfection Seek Shall Be Smited for Their Pride
Those who total perfection seek shall be smited for their Pride For to achieve perfection is to say you are better than …
A Right Pair of Comedians – Seeing Dave McSavage in Galway and Fergus Costello in Tullamore
I had the pleasure as part of Tullamore Rhymers Club of supporting Fergus Costello in his new show “Tell Me Lies Horse” …
Visiting a Church at Vršac
This poem was written visiting Serbia for the first time nearly ten years ago now, if not more… It stands there like …
Give to Me a Bawdy and Loud Lady
Give to me a bawdy and loud lady One who dances, swears and sings Who loves my friends the more for their …
Cupid the Hitman
There’s a little fella flying, He’s appearing here and there, Striking victims at random, He can appear anywhere! The police put out …