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A Cry, Silent, In The Night

This little verse of faith I wrote some years back, and am putting online again. A cry, silent in the night, Taken …

Warning to Revolutionaries

Those who see the left as being anti family and of an agenda beyond workers rights see only those who took over …

Grateful to Vaccines

We today live no longer in fear, Of measles or the whooping cough, The mumps or chickenpox Because of vaccines at which …

The Waters Show No Mercy

Dedicated to the memory of Tom and Martin Oliver who lost their lives between Blackrock and Silver Strand yesterday. The waters show …

Leitrim of the Legends

“You’d think it was lovely if you didn’t know it” Said John Carty to John Carty one day… Though he loved the …

No Knocks on the Door at Halloween

For all those years, like the Grinch I was When all dressed up they’d be seen Going door to door looking for …

Driving to Dendermonde

I drove past fields where cattle grazed The roads were long and straight I looked at scenes familiar unfazed My mood melancholy …

Fireside Tales Told at Halloween

Stories of North Longford families, Of folk then dead and gone – Were told to me when I was young By those …

The Plague Paths are Fading Now

The plague paths are fading now That were worn by feet Of folk who sought to avoid The people that they would …

We Are All Wanderers

Inspired by quotes from John Connell, author of “The Running Book”, who said to see our way through troubles including COVID19, we must never forget the beauty in life.

One Crown Murder Among Many

Remember them and don’t forget, Who in Ninety Eight there died, Murdered by troops of the British Crown, On orders, for which …

To Find Peace

I lived by a roaring river, Then beside a tumbling stream, Then beside a placid canal, Thought to live beside the sea …

Price of a Life in the Land of the Free

As the world is up in arms over the death of George Floyd, let us reflect on the alleged crime he is deemed guilty of, passing a dud $20 bill. Yes, he had a history – drug abuse and violent crime – which he did his time for, serving his debt to society. It doesnt mean he had to die for such a crime, unproven, just alleged.

Drumshambo: July 12th

The dead from the Great Hunger, with no names, lie and are remembered. The Orangemen, for all their pomp, their names are …

Grey Skies Over Aughrim

Grey skies over Aughrim: Fields peaceful and green, That knew terror and bloodshed Where battle had been. But now only cows graze …

Life Is Like A Carpet Weaved

Life, in all its complexeties is like a carpet weaved, except its pattern is not as predictable…

Fiddlers Three

Ill post the words when I get the chance – one of the videopoems…