Reflections on Freedom

This poem was written as for the PREDA Fundraiser for Fr. Shay Cullen in Open Heart House in Dublin back in 2011. Everybody desires freedom Of culture, faith and their land And blood is spilled where some have willed That forced on others be what they’ve planned And in that fight for freedom As by them it is seen Others …Read more »

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Sleuthing for the German Reillys

ne of the tragic and most interesting things to come out of the Great War and the Second World War was the issue of broken families, servicemen from one side who married and/or had children with womenfolk of the other side. One such man to fall for the Frauliens charms was Tom Reilly, from North Longford (Irish Longfort Thuaidh), a …Read more »

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Little Lake, Big Dreams

The little lake, water lapping, little future Local lads, big dreams and ambitions Far away fields were greener than the stoney ones of home, On America they set their heart as their mission. New land, new opportunities, they built a new little town Done well, it grew beyond that from which they came Where they had played where swans wings …Read more »

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Heaven Taught Ploughman

“A heaven taught ploughman” – Henry McKenzie speaking of Robert Burns. He learned much with plough in field Beast snorting, as ever he did in school, For heaven is where the heart is happy Though all the world call a man a fool. No fool was he, and none thought so: Rather all acclaimed him, andbecause Of words of others, …Read more »

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Unseen Flatmate

A verse on a mouse, in the tradition of Burns… He comes and goes – or is it she Who shares this flat I live in with me, They come and go, footsteps I hear Yet never see when they appear… It is no ghost with whom I live To whom a home I unknowingly give, That never answers the …Read more »

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We Are But Passing Through

History, crumbles, before our eyes And walking past, we wonder not Someday, for all that we are We too, like those who here lived, will be forgot… These walls, they are but stone walls And as the Lord upon his throne Who once ruled here, he died So shall we, being but skin and bone And the stone buildings great …Read more »

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Those Who Perfection Seek Shall Be Smited for Their Pride

Those who total perfection seek shall be smited for their Pride For to achieve perfection is to say you are better than all others God made man with qualities of both bad and good inside No one, though he may think himself to be, is any better than another Some seek perfection in faith, declare here other beliefs And decree …Read more »

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A Right Pair of Comedians – Seeing Dave McSavage in Galway and Fergus Costello in Tullamore

I had the pleasure as part of Tullamore Rhymers Club of supporting Fergus Costello in his new show “Tell Me Lies Horse” last week in Joe Lees in Tullamore. And tonight just past, I was at the Roisin Dubh here in Galway where I saw Dave McSavage, who was savage, if you will pardon the appalling pun! Fergus is a …Read more »

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Visiting a Church at Vršac

This poem was written visiting Serbia for the first time nearly ten years ago now, if not more… It stands there like a church of age Candles burning, Icons holy on show And the visitor thinks its there a while That the churches history does not know It is only built in recent years As thanks for fortune good in …Read more »

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Give to Me a Bawdy and Loud Lady

Give to me a bawdy and loud lady One who dances, swears and sings Who loves my friends the more for their quirks Who to all faces a smile brings.P Who sheds her tears without decorum Who is not afraid to hug Who changes her man for the better Him choosing to change not being a mug. Who loves him …Read more »

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