The Water Gently Flows
Where once a torrent in the rain The water gently flows… All the moods and weathers of life That a river or …
The Years Creep Up
When I was walking the Slieve Blooms a decade back, I was a lot fitter than now – though far from fit!!! – and the hair was black with grey. Time passes, and its now white with black!!!
To Find Peace
I lived by a roaring river, Then beside a tumbling stream, Then beside a placid canal, Thought to live beside the sea …
Life Is Like A Carpet Weaved
Life, in all its complexeties is like a carpet weaved, except its pattern is not as predictable…
Revelations on a Limerick Street
Brown grey, the streets meander Over waters seeking sea I walking, amble aimless As if anywhere else to be Would be as …
Life is a Treasure Map
The experiences shared by those now gone The opinions with which you may not agree Showed another’s path whose wisdom they share …
No Library Like the Spoken Word
Books and knowledge gathered together But arrived Invaders and a tyrants yoke All then to then was ever known It all went …
To Bury A Cat
I many be known yet for my cat poems – we recently lost one of the house cats that strayed in and out. It returned to die where it was born… cats are more loyal than we think… #Radimires #CatPoem #Cats #CatsofRenmore
Connections
For the late John Ratcliffe, to help give peace and comfort to David Ratcliffe, freinds and family. A rambling verse written …
Passing Passengers on the 409
As I await my bus, I and the others, next to us The bus pulls in from whose windows faces Blank at …
On Evicting a Frog from its Rock Home
I was clearing up the cottage to put in new floors, when I noticed among the stones and grass clumps a little …
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 …
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 …
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 Church Of The Quill
Im not a great one for churches, unless visiting ruined ones! But I worship God in my own way… another of the …
Unborn Child Drawn by Da Vinci
We are never as pure as when before we are born, when we truly are faultless, but again, he who walks through …
Donkey Innovation
The donkey of the whip was tired Bringing its cart and load from A to B A way out of its horrific …
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 …
The Buck , The Nyeuck
Recently a friend from the Blackwater Poets was diagnosed with Cancer, which we rarely refer to by name, preferring euphemisms such as …