{"id":4330,"date":"2018-04-01T17:23:09","date_gmt":"2018-04-01T16:23:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4330"},"modified":"2018-04-01T17:24:58","modified_gmt":"2018-04-01T16:24:58","slug":"no-dancing-from-the-easter-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/no-dancing-from-the-easter-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"No Dancing From The Easter Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"The<\/a>
The rising sun on Easter Sunday morning in Oranmore…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Musings in verse on the current issues of consent, and the Ulster Rugby scandal. The Scots Law judgement of “Not Proven” would be more appropriate, then letting them off scot free. The girl I feel sorry for.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

No dancing from the Easter Sun
\nI had tried for years to see
\nThe Full Moon went down in the West
\nBut the Sun would not dance for me
\nAs it did for my grandfather
\nIn Aughagreagh all those years ago…
\nPerhaps your faith it must be strong
\nFor such miracles to show…<\/p>\n

I very much the lapsed Catholic
\nIn the church am rarely seen
\nYet as much as anyone
\nA Catholic I have been.
\nA helping hand, a kind word offered
\nA prayer said silent, the voice within,
\nI have murdered no body Ill admit to!
\nCommitted the usual minor sin.<\/p>\n

The Ireland of today, some has changed, yet little
\nThe “ravaging” still goes on,
\nThe woman will not get justice
\nPeople debate, read, and yawn.
\nThe men still are the hero’s
\nTop shaggers, legends in their own mind,
\nThe woman is told she is foolish
\nAs innocent the accused the jury find.<\/p>\n

This modern culture which encourages females
\nTo be as wild, as bad as the men
\nServes only men, not women
\nWho find themselves yet again
\nAs objects for a mans desire
\nWho can invite his pals to join in:
\nThe brassers as they call the girls
\nShot stop silently within.<\/p>\n

Old fools in their foolish way
\nTry to paternally advise
\nKnowing the risks, but not how to challenge them
\nOnly manage to patronise.
\nFree Love in modern Ireland does not exist:
\nThis is not the hippy dream…
\nThis is every chavenists fantasy
\nWho plot, with glib words scheme…<\/p>\n

We do not want to go back to the world of yesterday
\nWhere girls were badged with shame
\nBut we need a bit of the honour
\nOf the Ireland of old from which we came.
\nIt starts at home, honour, respect, consent
\nNothing sexual if either are inebriated
\nIf possible in a relationship of sorts,
\nIf not, at least known to each other, their love celebrated.<\/p>\n

Or lust, or whatever it is,
\nFriends with benefits, who for each other care…
\nAnything is better then the subculture
\nThat exists today outthere.
\nThe lads in their heads are legends…
\nI hope some of her menfolk find
\nThe legends in some dark alley…
\nOf the girl and the night they bring to mind!<\/p>\n

Where will we be in a hundred years?
\nWhat will happen to society?
\nWill no one care of right and wrong
\nThink old fashioned rhyming fools like me?
\nDid the sun dance in the sky this morning
\nFor some old person of strong faith before mass?
\nI know not as I walk home from work
\nSilent stranger nods hello as I pass…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Musings in verse on the current issues of consent, and the Ulster Rugby scandal. The Scots Law judgement of “Not Proven” would be more appropriate, then letting them off scot free. The girl I feel sorry for. No dancing from the Easter Sun I had tried for years to see …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55,7,4117],"tags":[4119,4118,4123,3592,2595,4122,4121,4120],"class_list":["post-4330","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-affairs-in-ireland","category-life","category-womens-rights","tag-suemepaddy","tag-brassers","tag-consent","tag-easter-sunday","tag-folk-belief","tag-free-love","tag-sexuality","tag-ulster-bugby","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-17Q","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2613,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/no-dancing-sun-this-easter-morning\/","url_meta":{"origin":4330,"position":0},"title":"No Dancing Sun This Easter Morning","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"27th March 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"No dancing sun the Easter morning As the birds sing in the sky I sleepy look out at the dawn As the clouds slowly roll by. 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