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Dont Kill the Plants

Background: The calamity that is Carty, no matter how bad his DIY (which is worse than my cooking!), the only thing worse …

Walking Under Edenmore Hill

Random scattered shades of brown, Rarer yellows, more common black hues, What  was once a trickle a torrent is now, Rain falls …

Beauty Passed, and Yet Still Beautiful

Beauty passed, and yet still beautiful, Walls crumble, slaves to time, build long ago The rhubarb that once here grew I ate, …

To Be, Or Not To Be A Bee

What a horrid life it seems to me, To be the drone, a male bee, Who lives for love and lust alone …

Lettera D’amore

Cara mia, ti voglio bene… “My darling, I love you The words to her I wanted to say But I never did, …

My Heart Will Not Keep Her Warm

My heart will not keep her warm Nor will it keep her dry But in my heart shell have a home Until …

Willie Rimes Meets His Valentine

The bould Willie Rimes, the love of his life, a lot of Russian chaps, an empty bank account, couple of cops and …

Four Letters Long: The Biggest Words

“Love was biggest word, the hardest to write” – Seamus Heaney The biggest words, four letters long: not in what they are:But …

Ogham Kenning

A “kenning” is a piece of poetry or prose used to remember the order of letters, alphabets or similar lists. A is …

Smiles Can Hide a Million Tears

Smiles say more than a thousand words, By some folk it is said, But some hide the falling of a million tears …

The Life Of Reilly’s Grandson

Reilly was the name of my Granny Though Molly was not her name Of Reillys they were many So they were known …

Dont Curse The Rain

Don’t curse the rain as it falls, Strives to spoil your walk, Rather, thankful for it let you be, When of the …

Upwardly Mobile

The closest we get To being the one percent is To die for their wars.

When Lost Among Nettles

When lost amongst nettles ye’ll find if ye search, my stone of remembrance is marked with an Arch Life, the world, its …

Idle Thoughts While Walking in Sligo

There is little in lapping waves here where I walk, And mountains tall loom over houses, Neath a grey sky that fortells …

Christmas Eve at the Hospital

Everybody was getting drowsy, drinking coffee to keep awake, Planning to get kebabs and chips, eating biscuits to beat the band, Idly …

Gates to the Gods

Gates to the gods, the people flocks, To worship at the waters pure, To leave tokens, offerings there… Take home some water …

Windmills Wave at the World in Wonder

Childlike waving, standing, live scarecrows, In excited fury and the breeze grows, Arms spinning wildly, and then slow, According as the wind …