Tomás Ó Cárthaigh – Page 56

Burns Loved The Lasses

Burns loved the lasses, out with many he walked, How the parsons grumbled: how the people talked! Condemned he was by parson …

Born of Loneliness Are the Arts

I read a quotation that said “creativity is born of loneliness”, and while in times of dark moods indeed creativity can be …

Let Us Remember This November

This day we all remember As we are asked to and yet It seems our own who faught for their own land …

God Was Drunk on Porter

Drinking in a back street bar On the wrong side of town Swaying on a bar stool Gulping his drink down Shouting …

She Who I Loved and Never Did

I’ve not cast my eyes upon her, For many months and years And of joy and of pain, She has caused me …

Sie, die ich liebte und Niemals Tat

Ich hatte kein Auge auf sie geworfen Viele Monate und Jahre hindurch Und weder durch Freude noch durch Schmerzen, Entlockte sie mir …

Vör Tüüg kemen se

Vör Tüüg kemen se uut’t Water ruut, stünnen up’t Land – elk Vagel, elk Minsch, elk Ding een Stääd’ twüschen de Antarktis …

Out West Looks the Lady

She looks out across the sea. There is no more land to the eye But water, out, out to the sky, And …

Aniar a fhéachann an Bhean Amach

Féacheann sí trasna na mara, Níl aon talamh eile don súil, Ach amháin uisce amach go dtí’n spéir Agus ar an trá …

From These Lands They Came

Born of Lonliness are the Arts

Born of loneliness are the arts… Spewing forth from depressed minds, Who, from solitude of isolation… Inspiration they can find… So it …

Whose Heart Does She Make Beat Faster?

Whose heart does she make beat faster As she once did to mine? She of the smile that won my heart She …

The Glory of Jesus and Allah

The Glory of Jesus and Allah Or another deities name Or peace, is used as a reason for war And bandied without …

Discovering the writings if Betjeman, and the argument over Muses in Poetry

I have recently come across the work of the writer John Betjeman, who heretofor I had only known for his political activities, …

The Leprechaun Meets a Developer at the M3

Sitting under the tree, he was fixing shoes I could not believe what I did see, as I was drinking booze But …

God Called Me: “George!”

Bush: God told me to invade Iraq Ref: President ‘revealed reasons for war in private meeting’ By Rupert Cornwell 7 October 2005 …

The Weaver Poet of the Loom

Ah, says he, to work I aught By loom to sit and weave some cloth And any poetic ideas passing he sought …

The Snowflake

In a snowstorm, myself I once found With the fields and the trees all white around Dressed in black on this carpet …

A Smile Unseen At Night

A smile by us unseen In the darkness of night A stranger greets a stranger Who has come into sight But the …

The Devil Quoting Scripture

Here is a little poem I wrote condemning all the self righteous craw thumping anti-immigrant anti-socialist so called Catholics and Protestant who …

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