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Death Makes Its Cruel Presence Felt

As death makes its cruel presence felt We talk as numb of those who have gone… We think of recent times now …

Say Hello to all the Poets

Dedicated to the memory of the late Kay Kinghammer, of the Blackwater Poetry Group, R.I.P. Say hello to all the poets as …

He Bore Witness To The World

Bears witness through written word, Records it line by line: The song of the earth: its painful cry, Behind smiling face that …

Memories of Your Mother

For Liam O’ Roirdan of the Blackwater Poetry Group on the passing of his mother. The group does a day of verse …

Phonecalls Never Made

I meant to ring but never did He normally did but never did The unspoken though that silent hid Told the truth, …

Every Book Has Its Last Page

Dedicated to the memory of the late writer, artist and musician Ingrid Andrew… Every book has its last page When turned, signifies …

Veil Through Which We All Pass

Recently a friend of mine passed, Victor Mather, who I knew from a world beyond politics, in which he was very active …

Breaching the Veil

Death creeps like a shadow and darkens our lives… In time the truth we see The shadow is cast by the unseen …

His Pen Ran Dry

For the memory of Ivor Higg, R.I.P. His pen ran dry, as happens to every writer, The pool of ideas of the …

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