Same Bus – New Faces
Changing places, same seats, A smile greets on boarding, no more the girl from Dunnes – Or that man who worked at …
Ogham Kenning
A “kenning” is a piece of poetry or prose used to remember the order of letters, alphabets or similar lists. A is …
Idle Thoughts While Walking in Sligo
There is little in lapping waves here where I walk, And mountains tall loom over houses, Neath a grey sky that fortells …
In Paris Town
In Paris town lives a lady Maybe drinks coffee in a cafe Dark hair, nice smile, long legs Well it is I …
Tolerance Is to Be Practiced by Other Lands
Words spoken of tolerance In other lands Not to be practiced Here at home. Its just words spoken Rules like those Are …
Hands
On skin, they run, hands warm, voice soft Relax, enjoy, time it is yours But beer is dear, and time is money …
It, Not I
As some sort of abortion legislation is in the pipeline in Ireland after the Savita case, the pro-choice lobby are in their …
December 8th 2011
Cold wet soil of winter Is now her bed, darkness Eternal, wooden case embraces The body now still, but she Feels not …
Life to His Kind Was a Game of Chance – the story of Tom Reilly, an Irish Soldier of Fortune
Adventures sake Brought the young sons of Erin Into uniform Thoughts of great glory Among shot and shell in hell Of the …
Sleeping They Lie
Sleeping They lie silent And the modern world Ignorant of them Plots and plans To tear through their restplace As a walkway …
Aftermath of Tara
Chaos all around, word wrecked When you do ill to the dead It comes back on you So it is said Some …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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. …
The Dreams of De Valera
It is empty, the road, now There is no music, or sport. The young girls, beautiful, At dance, they are not. The …