Dance of the Mayfly at Dromineer
The Mayfly swarm a few times a year depending on the species, however its from their time of emergence in may they …
Afloat on Little Vixen
Rocking on the river As the speedboats hurried by The crowds of clouds raced cross The ever changing canvas sky… I lay …
Tom Moran – Lusmagh Horsetrader Remembered
From youth, from Lusmagh with his stock Among the traders there From far and near, home and abroad All met at Banagher …
Musings on Galway Docks
To have a little boat… To sail out to the ocean waves The waters that Columbus sailed, The famine starving, the African …
No Dancing From The Easter Sun
Musings in verse on the current issues of consent, and the Ulster Rugby scandal. The Scots Law judgement of “Not Proven” would …
Feck the Begrudgers this Saint Patricks Day!
Saint Patrick or St Patty Which is real, which is plastic? The row goes on, no solution to be found The situation …
No Difference Between Us – Save8Rally in Dublin – Blog
https://t.co/WgE4tXPaoG — Tomás Ó Cárthaigh (@tomasocarthaigh) March 10, 2018 “Theres no difference between us” said a Protestant from Donegal, who while chatting …
Musings Before the Save the Eight Rally in Dublin
Writers Ireland’s spirit caught Web of words in which they sought The Ireland in their eyes that aught Contemporaneously exist. Some said …
Walk at Lough Annagh Remembered
A rather melancholic reflection I remember while walking last year at Annagh Lake. Life indeed tames us all… or am I just …
Snowflakes Awaiting the Storms
The snowflakes gently flutter In the chilling wind There is bad weather yes… Little sign of a storm I can find… Some …
Death Makes Its Cruel Presence Felt
As death makes its cruel presence felt We talk as numb of those who have gone… We think of recent times now …
Crazed Beats Echo Into The Night
This verse I wrote some years back when living in Tullamore, hearing loud music and meeting an old disapproving couple that I …
Paul Polansky Sat In My Kitchen
The Serbian resident US poet and human rights activist Paul Polansky visited my humble flat some years back. As usual, my place …
Elegy for a Poet I Once Knew
Alas, I learned of the passing of a poet Paul Curran I shared a stage with often at Scene of the Rhyme …
Say Hello to all the Poets
Dedicated to the memory of the late Kay Kinghammer, of the Blackwater Poetry Group, R.I.P. Say hello to all the poets as …
First Step New Journey
As the sad news broke that Kay was slipping in and out of consciousness, a friend was reading poetry to her and …
The Nun Who Changed a Bishops Heart
In memory of St. Marguerite Bourgeoys Strong of will, conviction and faith As are all who to their way by God are …
Daddy, Daughter and a Dead Rabbit
Daddy and daughter were driving For the day along the road When heading home they hit a bump: Was it a rat …
Remembering a Working Man – Vincent Wynter RIP
The love of the literature of the people, The politics of the worker to be what he can The history he was …
2017 – Looking back on the Year that Was
The year ended in December with my Christmas Reflection in the Galway Eye rounding off a successful year in the arts, which …