Celts Fear Not the Worlds End
Some folk fear the end of times Us Celts – of it we do not fear Symbols are what we say they …
Some folk fear the end of times Us Celts – of it we do not fear Symbols are what we say they …
Raised by hands, set there in perfection The dead honoured, stones perfect placed Ash and bones, placed in affection Of the dead, …
A double suicide delayed by train back to Dublin after the Poets Express event in 2010. The pointlessness of it inspired the …
In a chapel a man stood beside His nervous and blushing bride “I do till death” each to their vows replied And …
She of Rome, she of riches Indulged in all that she had to hand And she, until the day she died To …
Monasteries in Kosovo hold some of the most militant churchmen, who pray to the God of love, and then preach war and …
I have seen not what my father saw I have not ploughed the land Or made a ruin into a home With …
Some love the cats, yet others fear Say spirits evil dwell within The cat, she to them does appear Personification of sin …
There came a man who spoke from a book And spoke of better ways Of Heaven and Hell and Judgement Faced by …
Disturb not the bones of the dead! They sleep now, here, for all time to lie… It’s all they ask of those …
The scene is familiar, girls smoking, swearing, counting down the minutes to when they can race from class and get on with …
You have disgraced yourselves again, once more you have rocked at the cradle of genius” – W.B. Yeats Rocking the cradle of …
I see them, from backgrounds tough Approach me on the street And I am wary, as close enough They are to me …
The scene is familiar, girls smoking, swearing, counting down the minutes to when they can race from class and get on with …
Thought I: a poem I’ll write For her every day, Though never loved was she by I My feelings for her I’d …
Tell the man that I am as he knows me to be And he can know as he desires all he desires …
The second verse refers to the Lady of the Sweetest Smile, the authors own Maud Gonne, though not of the military kind, …
This story, while a moral tale in its own right, is based on the tragic tale of Savita Halappanavar, the woman who …
The next and perhaps the most moving scene of the day was the hoisting of the Tricolour on the castle, which was …
I hear the cries of sorrow in the cold night air I know not if they come for here ! or there? …