Fiddlers Three
Ill post the words when I get the chance – one of the videopoems…
Ill post the words when I get the chance – one of the videopoems…
Part fairytale, part parody of Teresa May / Brexit, a poem for children about Witch Wendy who could neither stay or go without breaching geis, being mastered by Gráinne, a simple village girl, whose birth was foretold in curse of her dying grandmother.
The donkey of the whip was tired Bringing its cart and load from A to B A way out of its horrific …
Take not the Lords name in Vain it is commanded Some say it means “Do not swear” It baffled me how God …
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I …
Those who total perfection seek shall be smited for their Pride For to achieve perfection is to say you are better than …
The most farcical part of the attempted shut down of Banagher fair, was when John Boy Dolan got cautioned for selling HENS… …
They waited for their master And on sight called his name But the master was not happy When to his home he …
There was a little clock That could not tell the time It could not keep the pace And could not ring or …
We know it is forbidden – the sin of pride But can we love ourselves if we dont have pride? For we …
She hides behind it as if ashamed Of the God given beauty she bears And at other women without it She in …