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Tears and Tears
Tears and tears of pain on paper,
That rolled, discarded as rubbish, a draft
Signs of a writer writing,
The toil, the sweat, the writers graft,
And it is love, the torment of the heart,
Reason for living, wanting life to end, and when
Tragedy and pain write the best poetry
Poets wish to never write a poem again!
Menhirs of Carnac
The men who built them long are dead
And they are standing still
In ranks, files and cirles
And after our time they’ll be until
Natures movement of the earth
Or the folly of man
Shall undo what they did create
Before writing began
To allow man to design
And therefor to scheme
And schedule a structure
To bring alive a dream
In a time bef [...]
Fighters Not For An Empire Growing
Groups of folk, guarded by laws
Written to benefit them by their own kind
Pillage and plunder, and tear asunder
History and heritage, profits to find.
But there are people, who worship not their God
Who will stand the Graves of the Ancients safe to keep
In the face of pressure of progress and profits
They stand up to the corporates like dogs [...]
Walter Scott and the Pig Herder
All creatures that God made wild
According to their need
Root and burrow, bite and scrape
In order for to feed
It is so with all beasts
The small ones and the big
They take food as they desire
From the lion to the pig.
Walter Scott when visiting a friend
Came upon some bonamhs many
Rooting and rioting all around
Yet an owner there wasnt any
A [...]
The Unusual Suspects – Rhymers ...
Tullamore Rhymers Club audition for cast of the new Hangover film
It was always going to be an unlikely headline line up, and yet it worked so well, as the Rubberbandits rocked the Garden in the Wake of the Tullamore Rhymers Club at the Festival of the Fires in Uisneach in 2013.
Rushing from our set to the garden of the Uisneach Inn, I manag [...]
Jezebel Seductress
She makes false eyes
Dancing fools, alcohol blinded
See against reason.
She casts far their hearts
Unfeeling, she throws herself
Free at her desired.
He sees: takes her
Gives her loving she wants
That is now her bliss.
Tomorrow comes
The music is not playing now
All sober are quiet.
Each to their lives
Return as if it never
The music it play [...]
Can We Help Ourselves If We Lose Fai...
Can we help ourselves if we lose faith?
We, who the evil in the world see,
Small nations being crushed by the great
The guilty often staying free,
Evil capitalism getting stronger,
One workers gain being another’s loss,
The suffering of the hungry and the poor
It seems as if God gives not a toss…
If that was so, how was Hitler ove [...]
No Crusaders They
From country lanes and city streets, in defiance of a clergy who backed the Fascists, many young Irishmen took sides and fought for the Spanish Republic. In the face of Fascism, if Christ was on earth at that time, He too would have fought for the Republic!
No crusaders they were, on holy war…
To spread the word of God and the Good News [...]
I Heard Not
- standing at a Knowth Passage tomb -
I heard not the cries of the Norman child
From the forgotten keep that no longer stands
Slapped by its mother for a reason lost in time
And its pains soothed by another’s hands
I heard not the cries of a mother in childbirth
Heard not the cries of another’s fear
As their fortress came under at [...]
Tolerance Is to Be Practiced by Other...
Words spoken of tolerance
In other lands
Not to be practiced
Here at home.
Its just words spoken
Rules like those
Are for other lands
To follow.
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Hands
On skin, they run, hands warm, voice soft
Relax, enjoy, time it is yours
But beer is dear, and time is money
When you enjoy the company of whores.
Why pay some day, when man can play
And enjoy the passions of a woman new
When time is your own, and beer is cheap
What makes some men such things to do
As seek the services of bordellos
False smil [...]
I Stood And Watched
I stood and watched by a lake
Birds fly overhead
A lone swallow took a swoop
Over graves of the dead
Who for centuries have lain
Their corpses long time rotton
Thier kith and kin dead like them too
All hands long forgotton.
Before me the waters rippled
As fish broke the surface for fly
For the fish beneath to live
The insect above must die.
S [...]
Let Blaze the Flames of Uisneach
Fire at Uisneach 2012
Flames bright burned seven years
On the top of Uisneach Hill
Bealtaine declared for the world
The call it echo’s here still
Though flames burned to embers
Ash now its fuel that flamed strong
Wisps of is smoke like spirits
Linger here, where they belong.
Miracle of fire celebrated
Of life, of heat, growth anew
Of ho [...]
A Friend in Need Can Be Screwed Indee...
Anonymous in Dublin protesting the IMF – EU bailout.
A friend in need can be screwed indeed
From them you can a fortune make
Tell them how their trouble is all their own fault
And advantage of their problems take.
They look on us as the gypsy European state
We sit on the side of the table and for aid beg
When all we do is ask for help l [...]
A Dream Is Held Close To The Heart
A dream is held close to the heart,
And sometimes never shown,
How great a waste when that dream,
Is never acted on or known…
So we think when of the think
Of someones broken dream…
But before those words you say…
See if its what it may seem…
A man had a dream to rule the world,
As indeed had many,
Thankfully due to fo [...]
Poverty Makes All Things Possible
It was easier to fall in love when people were destitute.
- El Habib Louai
Faith in God, help of family,
They had a little home,
Then they had their family,
A world of their own.
Having nothing, anything
In its own way was good,
Everything was possibly…
Everybody could!!!
Faith in God is lesser now,
Family don’t want to know
Th [...]
Blog – Facebook Are Charging &#...
We all got the scare emails, and ignored them… Facebook are charging… blah blah blah. Well now they are, but not for membership, as feared, but to send messages to people outside ones network. Is this the thin end of the wedge this poet asks, and how much is he who gets 70% of his site traffic through Facebook willing to pay?
Its [...]
Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus
The words of God, told by man
And written by mere fools
Edited by others who think they can
Refine Gods words in mans schools.
Have faith, we tell you what God said
Clerics to laity decree
Who is good, bad, and to be attacked
Speak not as Jesus, no He
Spoke of love, and to God what is his
And to give to Cesear his due
To meet a strike by offe [...]
Why God Made The World
The multicolours of the sky
And end of day and birth of new
As to the reason of as to why
The world was created, He then knew
It was for its beauty, as seen here
A dawn / dusk sky of purple hue
Against which a tree silhouette does appear
Much fairer sights to see are few.
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Girl in Black, Child on a Swing
Shes young herself, not yet twenty
Or at least she looks so to me
And swings her child upon a swing
And happy looks to be
Sure, she has little and she knows it
But her child and family are around
And in the little that she has
She has the contentment that few have found
The world over – who have much more
And her mother stirs in a pot
S [...]
Our Lady of Clonfert, Bless Both Bost...
Our Lady of Clonfert is a bleeding statue from Ireland, found in a tree where it was hidden during a time in Ireland when zealots of the reformed faiths persecuted Catholics for their faith.It is an object of veneration in Ireland today.
As Boston comes to terms with its tragedy, we pray to Mary who is venerated in both the Islamic and the C [...]
Real Heros Never Boast, Being Dead
Silent they lie, neath clay, the slain…
Speak not of deeds done, but remain
In history, names unknown,
Of battles fought, for land, king, throne,
But great are they the stories talked
By those folk who from the field walked
Do they immortality seek?
Heros, dead, of their deeds don’t speak.
Less Than Dogs, In No Way Men
Boston Marathon victims
I thought all that attacked runners were dogs,
Snapping at heels, and I wondered why…
Was it the primeval urge of the chase
As someone by them does fly
And the kicking heels are irresistible
As if in a bygone day
When there was no master to give them their food
And they ran to catch their prey…
Someone, som [...]
Lying Here, She is One of Us
Lying here, she is one of us, subject to the common destiny of all human beings.
Right Rev Richard Chartes
The Bitch is Dead – Margaret Thatcher is not missed no matter what the papers and media may say
Saint Peter will have his work cut out
When Maggie arrives at the gate
Defending her legacy of hatred
From when she was head of [...]
A Woman Sweeping, Passed By A Poet
Her back to me as I passed by
Her doorstep by her swept
By a handbroom without a long handle
Her home lovingly kept
A scene that could be anywhere
As it was where there I walked
And her back was to me
To her when passing, not I talked
And that housewife in Knes Selo
Had her own worries about which to care
Passed by a poet she did not know
As [...]
Green Lights of Hope in Windows Burn
Green lights of hope in windows burn,
As folk fight to save their homes,
From faceless corporations and banks,
Not conquering nations, kings on thrones.
We do not see the Peelers there
They stand not by the Union Jack
But the Gardai take their place…
The Eviction Squads are back.
For the sake of mere profit
They show no mercy, do not r [...]
Two Words Between Strangers
“Dobar dan” said I to a stranger
As at me the old man stared
In a Calvin Klien T-Shirt that screamed AMERICA!!!!
For me little he probably cared
But… “Dobar dan!” he answered
To my passing greetings call
Words spoken showing strangers common humanity
Perhaps the greatest prayer of all…
Aged Eyes
Aged eyes, that one were with passion lit
Now are dark, as if no longer there
Is life, much less passion, lost in thoughts
Of times past they refuse to share
We look on the follies of the youth
Caught in passions throes, and we forget
That these aged eyes once were wild and young
Perhaps in their mind they still are yet.
Sky is our Ceiling, the Land our Gard...
The sky is our ceiling, the land our garden
- Romany Proverb
Gypsies on the Road.“The sky is our ceiling, the land our garden” – old Romany proverb
Smile, yes there are clouds
The morning may be dull
Your life may seem difficult
And of problems, be full
But they shall pass in their own time
All problems sorted in their own w [...]
