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Unable to Understand the Anger

Unable to understand the anger That seems to emanate From some folk who fight the world Because they are from an estate …

Unspoken Desires

Silent, unspoken word, Understood, glances speak loud’ For words, are no substitute.

Libraries Burned

Devoured by flame, hopes and dreams,Not destroyed, no, but delayedAs if an old man died, the library burnedPhoenixlike it will be madeIn …

Girl in Black, Child on a Swing

Shes young herself, not yet twenty Or at least she looks so to me And swings her child upon a swing And …

Capitalism Is Sick

How much is enough? The question I ask Of the shareholders rich Who bring to talk The board of a company Who …

Lovers Overheard in Birr

“True, Ill enjoy it, But when the morning comes I will feel dirty” – she said. “How? No you will not” He …

Lessons Learned from Bog Bodies

We live – or try to- in this our failed republic, The joys and sorrows that that brings, I read an article …

St Bridgets Lament

Were these wild wild winds Bridgets Lament? For the desecration of her native land Where for thirty pieces of silver sold Was …

Brethren Who Built This Babylon

Brethren they who built our Babylon Which through folly of fools if falling down Charlatans thought the walls did not need all …

Irish Family Funerals

Last Patricks Day, everyone else went to the parade dressed in green. Not us. We are Cartys We are from Longford. We …