What Is Not to Be
Some things are not to be: Winning the lottery And other such things Man can live without For man can live As …
Rain Fell On Parting Dancers
As rain fell I turned, she walked The other direction. And the worlds greatest love story Ended Having never began. She was …
May We Never Have A Love For or Want of Turnips
May never for the humble turnips We have a need or love For neither is good for man For the former he …
Once There Dwelt A Scotsman
Story of isolation, death, and how a burglar was more Christian than the townsfolk…, the latest of the old poems restored to …
The Brave and the Love Flute
Brave was he in battle, and in the cattle chase But dumb of tongue he was ,awkward in love, Which is the …
As Alone as the Moon
Sometimes, it can be good for the soul to be alone… do you agree? “”What a lovely surprise to finally discover how …
His Ain Native Toun
Commentary on David Harbisons poem “Ma Ain Native Toun” Aye, in your time you seen it Disappear, bit by bit by bit …
A City Slowly Comes to Life
A city slowly comes to life As the morning has begun And I the task for to bask I have started in …
OCCUPY!
Written in support of the OCCUPY! movement.
Divine Struggle – Sylvia Plath.
The raging waves of the mind Tore her spirit asunder Yet still she wrote Those word we read… with wonder As words …
Snakes All Around Us – The Legend Retold
Author’s Note: In the October 1, 2006 edition of Sunday Word, an Irish Sunday newspaper, Fr. Brian D’Arcy quoted a tale told …
Readings at the Pallet in 2011
Here are clips of reading at The Pallet in Banagher in 2011
Little Green Men
“Oh not again, those little green men… Descend in ships from the skies They obstruct you, and abduct you, And shine bright …
Tullamore Rhymers at Open Heart House
The organizer and MC kicks off the event.Yesterday, I had the privilege of giving one poem as a contribution to an arts …
Old Soviet Trains in Macedonia
Before only seen on the television While watching James Bond on TV Now the English speaking stranger Is no secret agent, far …
We Are No Weavers Who Write Today
We are no weavers who write today Yet still we write in their way And similar is the things we say In …
Why Is She On My Mind?
Why she is on my mind Who lives so far away I to forget her a way cannot find, As I think …
Three Men Dead
On listening to a talk about three men killed by firing squad in Birr castle in 1922 during the Irish Civil War. …
All Gone… Home?
While on holiday in Serbia, in Banat our car drove through village, and we were told it was once a totally German …
Beloved She Was But Knew Not
Empty she left my heart And gone, now her laughter echoes Which no one can hear. My heart cries Tears wash away …