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 …
As They Lay Him Down
As they lay him down… Madiba… Let them not forget, Forgiveness, what he though them, For hatred, now subdued, can yet, Tear …
Santa Gets a Letter from Iraq
Santa got a letter, a letter that broke his heart, Asked him for peace, to end a war that Santa did …
Poetic Crimes of Willie Rimes
He said he was talking to Mally, About the new book put out by Lally, Unlike Carty it didnt take him ages, …
Letter to Santa
Dear Santa, I am a taxpayer, Im been good throughout the year, Ive paid up all my taxes, and did not cry …
Madiba – Farewell Mandela
Mandela, farewell a fond world bids you, You, who by many names in your time were known President and prisoner, commoner and …
Eve
I In the eyes of Eve was not Evil But a desire of love for to know, And the act of Adam …
Tinsel, Spiders and Christmas Trees
House cleaned, all perfect, webs broken with brooms, Banished spiders found no stable at the inn, never mind rooms, So to bide …
Song Brings Silence of Guns at Christmas
Searing notes of a foreign song Brought silence to the roaring mouths of guns… Men, bitter enemies fighting before… Crossed lines, found …
Santa XXX
Santy is an unknown casanova… An intercontinental romantic supernova, He gets to play away Once a year for a day… Behind the …
Snowflakes in Another Land
Her heart beats for another, Life goes on, he who has her hand, And her heart, makes it beat faster, Under snowflakes …
Images of Christmas
Songs sang, bells ringing, Turkey dinners, and more of goose, Hymns and carols, choirs singing, Puddings, drink, presents of little use, All …
Seeing Beneath the Surface at Tullamore’s “SCRATCH” Gallery
Tullamore’s latest artistic endeavor is the brainchild of self proclaimed blow in Richard Brennan, the SCRATCH Gallery in Tullamore Library. The concept …
Carty’s Last Supper
They gathered around the table, and looked upon the fare, It looked alright in the darkened light to all assembled there, There …
Where ever I leave my pen… is my Creative Space
Some people have an area to go to,where they have the time and the peace to write. I, if Ive an idea, …
Elegy – Sweet Afton
It was just another brand Just another cigarette Nothing of which to be proud Or noteworthy, but yet To those who with …
Kid in a Cart in Kosovo
This poem is a few years old. To this day, there are still Roma, Egyptian and Ashkali families in lead polluted homes, …
Words Written at the Door of the Robin Gill Cottage
Today, none fear death, bar those that flee, From the aim of a hunters gun, Mere deer, who shadows make among the …
Windmills and the Don Quixote of the Modern Age
He rides again, against the windmills, Or at least his children do… Modern day Don Quixote’s Who to their cause are true. …
Matchsticks in the Wind
Mankind, and what we build, In the rage of nature, no matter how strong, Or how big, but matchsticks in the wind, …