The Long Acre
A trains stopped, a dead cow on the trackway And children crying herding more And I woken from my reverie I enjoyed …
I Believe
“I believe in the sun even if it isn’t shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in …
A March of Fools
Every July Drums beat Chests proud To fife and drum For freedom of faith And a battle won By one for that …
Listening to a Man discuss a Friends Death
While typing poems in a cyber café, a man beside me chats to a friend on Skype about a sailor freinds death, …
The Death of Knowledge
The scholars cast the four wild winds Only Death the last thing sure And now the Knowledge dwells within And at the …
There Is No Welcome Here
The Native Americans from the Amazon Rainforests are still an unknown people, and there are many tribes undiscovered by Europeans as of …
We Know Nothing
“truth flitters across the screen we know practically nothing” – San Vincenzo “Vinci, Later” Morten Sondergaard What we think is truth we …
Nordic Poetry Readings at the Irish Writers Centre
For once, went to an event where I shut up and just listened. It was in the Irish Writers Centre in Parnell …
Venus of Sardinia
With shy glance she walks Diner having served, as I Admire Sardinia!
Fate and Faiths
Two women, one old: one young Walk side by side, content The older, dressed as befits her faith: The other as befits …
No Pirates in Alghero
Pirates tonight sleep Neath clay, mere bones A city now at peace.
In Praise of Cheese
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. – G.K. Chesterton The answer to all of our problems Allows those …
The Woman Behind the Veil
She hides behind it as if ashamed Of the God given beauty she bears And at other women without it She in …
Did a Spirit Knock On Rossbawn’s Walls?
The story is told that an agent was slain By a tenant called Delaney who on the run did die In caves …
Get into the Rhythm Baby
Its a clickety clack, and the beat is back… It is the new urban beat… Its like an urban anthem, of a …
Poem for a Nyeuck
A smart word for everyone And for strangers a disparaging look He sits making himself heard to all With a skit, hes …
A Poet Tries Not to Write in Rhyme
I got mixed feelings on writing in non rhyming verse, and while I do every so often, I rebel against the current …
Life Cycle
(copyright of the artist) Collab via Immage & Poesia LINK: http://www.artbreak.com/MisakoC Life is but a cycle Within which we spin and …
Out They Came
Out from the water they came they stood upon the land Every bird, every person, every thing Somewhere between Antartica and Galway. …