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Elegy for a Poet I Once Knew

Alas,  I learned of the passing of a poet Paul Curran I shared a stage with often at Scene of the Rhyme …

The Night Nelson Learned to Fly

Liam Sutcliffe blew up Nelsons Pillar. This poem tells the story. He passed away today. Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam …

At St. James Tramstop, Dublin

They sit there drinking across the track Talking loudly, drunkenly swaying The man looks like on on smack And I hear snatches …

Celtic Tiger was Not By Poets Built

You cant build a house with words, you know – Chris McCormack Houses are not by words built They are by developers …

1916 – War and Revolution

1916 – a year to most Remembered for slaughter of the Somme Youth sacrificed by generals incompetence Against the odds sent to …

Ireland Is Not For Sale

Background: As with Tara, where our heritage was torn up to be sold for profit, there is the same happeneing at the …

Written Beside a Stone to Paul Smith

The latest of the poems restored to the website, its from the “Dander in Dublin” series, from way back in 2010… Opposite …

The Harp of King Brian Ború

Its a mere 1001 years since the battle of Clontarf, and we understand little of the dynamics of the battle. There was …

Christ Was Crucified In Dublin

As if once more nailed to a cross In Dublin, Christ was crucified Where on a street beside the Dáil The least …

Tullamore Rhymers at Mixed Messages

Mixed Messages is a unique poetry event, where there are no intros, no MC, and the run of the night is sporadic, …

We Are Not the Enemy

We are not the enemy, the folk who pay the bills, Who try to pay their mortgages, who themselves through suicide kills …

All That Jazz

A video posted by Thomas Carty (@tomjcarty) on Feb 23, 2015 at 5:30pm PST Notes drift to the Dublin night air Soul …

All Sorts of Accents at Accents Café

As per invitation, we arrived at Accents Café on Lower Stephens Street for seven-ish. OK, for once, I was actually early, arriving …

Ommmmmm!!!

Chanting Ommmmmm! in the Four Knocks in Naul, I though to myself as a Catholic was I breaking the first commandment, false …

The Flowing Dargle

The Sugarloafs it flows between The Dargles tinkling waters And by its banks often has been Wicklows courting sons and daughters Kilcroney …

A City Slowly Comes to Life

A city slowly comes to life As the morning has begun And I the task for to bask I have started in …