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!
Posts tagged poetry
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!
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 [...]
Arched Ceilings of the Pinkas Synagog...
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The Great Mc Gonagall!
William Topaz Mc Gonagall
Of awful verse he was the master,
Writing of the Tay Bridge disaster,
Stating Shakespeare the best wordsmith be,
In Britain to date, and second he,
No disrespect to Burns the Bard
No desire for a great name to be tarred,
He was second best Scottish son,
For north of the border, Mc Gonagle was number one!
On receiving [...]
Rocking the Cradle of Genius
You have disgraced yourselves again, once more you
have rocked at the cradle of genius”
- W.B. Yeats
Rocking the cradle of genius
Is not a wise thing to do,
If you rock it too hard
It will be because of you
That from its cradle small
Genius fell to its fate,
And never to be known to the world
Was something the world would think great.
[...]
Poetry from Travels in Portugal
The Arrival
Portugal, in particular the city of Faro in the south, is a favourite haunt of mine when going abroad, the pace of life, the architecture and I’d suppose the weather all play their part.
Of course, from the Salazar years, the area also has quite a history, one with which it struggles to cope with to the present day.
My fi [...]
Those Who Perfection Seek Shall Be Sm...
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 that damned others [...]
Verses Written Before Going to Birr
I said that I would write a poem today
On what? I do not know
Before pen and paper I put away
And off to Birr I go.
And so quick and short stanzas here I write
Upon nothing at all
Poetic equivalent of graffiti
Scrawled big upon a wall
Perhaps when I return back here from town
And all is quiet and still
The great epic poem that I seek to write [...]
Card Castle of Pride
We know it is forbidden – the sin of pride
But can we love ourselves if we dont have pride?
For we are but nothing if ourselves we cant have
In who we are and what we do some pride
Of who we are and where we are from we must
To be human, be not afraid to have pride
But let it not to excess define us
That we as man are a being of pride
[...]
Restless Sídhe of Keeraun Hill
Keeraun Hill, near Banagher in Co. Offaly, IrelandPhoto: Tomás Ó Cárthaigh (c) 2012
They sleep not in peace and quiet
As they did in days of old
Forgotten by us modern folk
Who tell tales of pots of gold
To gullible Americans
Who believe stories that they are told
By folk who count greedily the cash
From the souvenirs they have sold.
Folk who [...]
Stolen Pages Show Beauty to the Thief
Patti Smyth discovered the French poet Rimbaud
after shoplifting a copy of his book first published
in 1875. Others of us just buy books…
Stolen pages show beauty to the thief
Of images captured in such a way
That they would inspire long after were read
And that others would hear someday
That the work was discovered when was opened
A bo [...]
Kevin Higgins at Tullamore Rhymers Cl...
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Event – Kevin Higgins reading a...
Galway writer and activist Kevin Higgins will be appearing at Tullamore Rhymers Club event in Hugh Lynches pub on Kilbride Street, Tullamore on Wednesday September 19th next at 8pm in the evening.
http://www.ustream.tv/channel/poets-for-change-2012-tullamore has the LIVE broadcast @ 8pm GMT
He will be reading poetry and articles from his boo [...]
Be Not a War Poet
We have not the shot or shell
Who read their poems from distant days
Yet today it is still the same
The dance of death that war it plays
Other young men, not Flanders now
Afghanistan, even Belfast
Wars big and small, why fight at all
Like them those poor fools from the past
Who to fight: them – they had no choice
Unlike what we today we [...]
Blog – Poets for Change –...
Poets for Change
Advanced plan for the 100,000 Poets for Change event are in the pipeworks, with a new video for the festival, a reading event or two from the Tullamore Rhymers Club, and prehaps an online broadcast being brought into the works.
Poetry Bus 4
“The Poetry Bus is a magazine of the people, by the people, for the people. It [...]
Blog – Tullamore Arts Festival ...
Our stand at the Tullamore Arts Festival was a success, with a reading by Ken Hume keeping the crows entertained and a photo exhibition from myself, along with books from the Rhymers Club authors on display.
Poetry and Photography - Tullamore Arts Festival
Plans for a display of cinepoetry did not come to pass due to the last minute timing o [...]
Rain Beats At My Window
Rain beats at my window,
As the day it slowly dies,
As midnight approaches,
I’m cold I realize.
For long I’ve sat at keyboard
Typing words onto screen
Its seems as if no time,
And yet for hours writing I’ve been.
And I turn on the heater,
I get up from my chair,
I stretch and yawn, look in the mirror
Laugh at my reflection t [...]
Blog – A Bar, and Bawdy Bards, ...
As expected, Poets Express was a success, but with a different crowd than anticipated.
Being held in a bar, maybe it is to be expected that a certain amount of indifference may be shown, but all the same it went very well.
The highlight prehaps was the acoustic room: where evveryone who was there was there for the poetry, for the music, for [...]



