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Fence at the Mound of the Hostages

Steel erected to protect Is what they claim Offends all sensitivities Let us explain What others call piseogs We call respect For …

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 …

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 …

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 …