Portrait of the Poet as a Not So Young Man
In slow distaste I fold my towel with what grace I can, Not young, and not renewable, but man ~ Thomas Kinsella …
Sleeping Scribe
Sleeping scribe with inward eye Ponders life, its challenges, wonders why Through the jumbles of our dreams Rummages random through lifes scenes …
If A Man Has Not His Dreams
Here is an old verse, from when I lived in Birr in 1995 or so! Its about having the confidence to believe …
Look to the Heavens Not
Men, wise and foolish, who look for hope With mankind they despise Pray to Gods and spirits unknown The dwell above in …
Unable to Understand the Anger
Unable to understand the anger That seems to emanate From some folk who fight the world Because they are from an estate …
God the Gardener
Fair are the flowers that bloom Fair they are no nose and eye But as they cannot last forever A time it …