Pondering Poetry
Whimsical verse on poetry, and the relationship between poet and reader…
Free Verse in Free Flow
Random lines on a fleeting thought
Wrought stanzas on the page…
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 …
On Beauty and Hatred
Words of form fashioned in beauty Often placed in ordered lines and ranks By those whose order of their desiring Is founded …
Shin Rin Yoku
The only “Bards in the Woods” I managed to attend was a few years back, in Mullinaleaghta in Longford, where John Wilmott …
The Great Mcgonagall
William “Topaz” Mc Gonnagle was poet from Dundee, who discovered he could make a rhyme at the grand old age of 52 …
The Muses Café
Easons on Dublins O’ Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses… appropiate for a bookshop! While there, looking at pictures of now …
Cooking up a Poem
Playing with language he tosses the words And stirs them with his pen In the saucepan of the page Which he heats …
A Poets Lament
This is an old verse of mine, found on a previous draft of the website. Poetry has got me free into a …
Sleeping Scribe
Sleeping scribe with inward eye Ponders life, its challenges, wonders why Through the jumbles of our dreams Rummages random through lifes scenes …
It is All For Little That We Poets Write
A poet writes his words that will Be read by someone who does not care And thinks it odd these rhyming lines …
Heaven Taught Ploughman
“A heaven taught ploughman” – Henry McKenzie speaking of Robert Burns. He learned much with plough in field Beast snorting, as ever …
Dreams Fled Away
Quote: Dreams fled away, this country bedroom, raw – “Another September” (Kinsella) Dreams, aye, dreams dreamt by dreamers have fled And the …
His Pen Ran Dry
For the memory of Ivor Higg, R.I.P. His pen ran dry, as happens to every writer, The pool of ideas of the …
Babylon’s Tower Fell Down
Babylons tower fell down After angering god by Heaven trying to reach And so God toppled the tower Confused their tongues, a …
Snotgreen
Buck Mulligan: “The Bards noserag. A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, cant you?” Ulysses- …
Does Poetry Matter?
In an age of instant communication, where image and music is king, the question is often asked, does poetry matter? Judging by …
Egregious Idiot
Back then David Conway used to regularly bait the Labour councillors at council meetings by making mention of “the egregious Mr Higgins”. …
Quills at Dawn – Poets Piques and Politics
Poets and their piques when pickled in politics Makes a soup sour to the taste Explosions of emotions cause rages on pages …
Where ever I leave my pen… is my Creative Space
Some people have an area to go to,where they have the time and the peace to write. I, if Ive an idea, …