Angels Cry for Gaza
Poets record history As only they could: Armed with pencils History written in their blood The bombs rain down All are guilty …
The Big 100 My Father Never Got to See
Dad would have been one hundred today, if still alive. He would have enjoyed cashing the cheque from the President he often …
Turning the Big One Hundred – A North Longfordman Remembered
Dad would have been 100 if alive today. While he always said his date of birth was the 22nd as the “all …
The Music Lives On
The music lives on that Aisling played She lives on in the hearts she touched, the friends she made The children she …
Death Took The Poet While Writing
“Sullivan The Poet” as Michael Sullivan referred to himself, was a writer I came across online well over a decade ago. I …
The Waters Show No Mercy
Dedicated to the memory of Tom and Martin Oliver who lost their lives between Blackrock and Silver Strand yesterday. The waters show …
For Her a Cottage in Heaven
Helen lived in England, her fathers family were from Longford. They were trying to find a nice cottage to come home to. She loved chatting about cottages and unraveling family trees. She never got the cottage of her dreams before she died.
Connections
For the late John Ratcliffe, to help give peace and comfort to David Ratcliffe, freinds and family. A rambling verse written …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Saint Donatus of Fiesole
At Inishcaltra he learned to write At his mothers knee to pray In Italy he learned to fight In Ireland he was …
Fifteen Minutes of Sunshine
Dedicated to the Dardis family on the passing of their father Tony, and to all families on that final journey with a …
The Actor Quits The Stage
This was not part of the script The actor ended the play Told the audience its over He is the actor and …
Final Whistle Blown
The match is over, over early, the final whistle has blown Its back to the dressing room, where he is among his …
He Bore Witness To The World
Bears witness through written word, Records it line by line: The song of the earth: its painful cry, Behind smiling face that …
Some Man
“Your some man” ~ Joe “Your some man!”, that was his phrase A catch all that could mean anything: Be it that …
Elegy for Fidel Castro
Condemn me. It does not matter. History will absolve me. ~ Fidel Castro Source M.I.A. If not by man, who so often …