Sunset in Agadir, Morocco
Farewell to the sun, we meet in the morning
When warmth again it shall the earth
Creatures all shall seek solace in or from it,
Father of all on that here have known birth.
Ayyur, she watches over us tonight,
As the cold, it cloaks the darkened land,
When light comes, she shall sleep herself,
As the Sun once again ma [...]
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Farewell the Sun, We Meet on the Morn...
Sunset in Agadir, Morocco
Farewell to the sun, we meet in the morning
When warmth again it shall the earth
Creatures all shall seek solace in or from it,
Father of all on that here have known birth.
Ayyur, she watches over us tonight,
As the cold, it cloaks the darkened land,
When light comes, she shall sleep herself,
As the Sun once again ma [...]
Walking As One With the Woods
From the branches, voices whisper
Singing soft low songs, in the breeze
The more we listen, less we hear
From the low chorus of the trees
When we don’t listen, more we hear
Music echoes through the leaves
The chorus of the Tree Spirits
Hiding in shadows like thieves.
Ghosts gone, of an age now long past
When druids loud chants echoed i [...]
Ten Ducklings and Three Men
Tony Kahn, a Boston DJ, told of a story how a
ducks loss of all her chicks led him to meet and bond
with the rough people from quite literally the wrong
side of the road.
In the quietness of the evening
Towards the end of day,
A duck and ten ducklings
Slowly made their way
Towards a pond at the end of the road
Across a road of traffic lanes t [...]
And Rivers Flowed Where Once Was Only...
(french sonnet)
And rivers flowed where once was only sand
And there was fresh water for all at hand
And all drank their fill and they splashed around
And fought fierce over this water they found
Though from where it came none could understand
None cared, good was the water of the ground.
[...]
Arid Earth
The arid earth, the white man sees
No water, reason of life
And walks led by legend of inner sees
Brings on all around strife
Smites nature, and those who live
On the bounty the white man cannot see
Those who are not men but fauna
By the white mans decree…
The Gods gave to the Aboriginal the arid earth
Its bounty for them to to provide
[...]
Goddess of Weather
A Goddess from the heavens smiles
And on the lands upon
She smiles is basked in the heat
And the light of the shining sun.
This Godess weeps tears of joy
On her worshippers from above
Her tears are the falling rain
As the land is nourished by her love.
When the Godess by mankind is maddened
And the actions of man she does deplore
Its seen by [...]
Mother Earths Tummy Grumbles
The ice is belching to the sky
As the world stomach rumbles
And no planes are able to fly
While its tummy grumbles.
Is this the worlds way of saying
That us flying is making it ill?
And that of our pollution
Mother earth has had her fill?
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A Gun Gets a Body – Not a Bird
A gun gives you the body, not the bird.
~Henry David Thoreau
A man went to get a bird
His child wanted one for fun
And to down the creature
He brought with him a gun
And out upon the moor on day
A flock flew above his head
He loaded, aimed and fired
And shot a bird down dead
And he went home happy
Rang his child, said he brought home a bird
A [...]
I Saw No Cows in Portugal
For and a half hours I sat there
Speeding on a train
Through green fields that looked quite barren
And only one image does remain
In a land full of fields and greenery
As Irish I wonder how
Can you have fields, though poor be the grass
And yet I never saw a cow…
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Two Birds Felled With One Stone
With one stone cast two birds fell dead,
The act, how did he do?
Was his aim all that great
He who by the stone was threw?
And of his skill should he be proud?
Such a thing to do?
What was the secret to his skill
Of which he boasted he could do?
Ah, no the faker, it was not so
The truth must be confessed
The stone was thrown from a meter high [...]
And None Had Passed That Way Before
And none had passed that way before
At least not for a while
And for the walker these trees and fences
Prove a challenge and a trial.
As the way through was battered by kicking limbs
As to bother walking was wondered why
The effort, the discomfort and the pain
By the walker who was I.
And upon clearing a path
I picked up the dropped matches
T [...]
A Calm Set in After the Storm
Where once the water thrashed about
The water gently laps
Like two boorish drunken men
That when sober are pleasant chaps.
And the wind that wildly raged
Not a long time before
Is but a breeze to chill the skin
And wages wild no more…
And the trees that creaked in the breeze
Just wave their branches like arms
And the night that before [...]
To Be A Bird Among A Flock
To be a bird among a flock
To where-ever I desire to fly
I just flap my wings and fly amock
To traverse the open sky…
And eat as I need upon the wing
Would be a connoisseurs delight
I can eat each and every thing
I meet upon my flight
To be a bird, just for a bit
A great thing it would be
For think of it: I get to shit
On the hunter who [...]
The Silent Diner
The mouse from his mouse hole peeped
Cautiously to see
If there danger lurked about
As in a cat who’d eat a mouse like he.
And, spying that there was none there
Across the floor he scurried
To where fallen on was some food
To which he hastily hurried.
And upon reaching he ate his fill
All the time looking out
For he who eats can be eaten
Sho [...]
Sleeping Neath a Nipple
From a trip up the Paps in Kerry, called after the Goddess Anú
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Give to Me an Angry Sea
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Le Flocon de Neige
Dans une tempête de neige, je me suis déjà trouvé
Avec les champs et les arbres tout blancs autour
Habillé de noir sur ce tapis blanc
J’ai marché dans la lumière pâle de la lune
Comme je regardais ce charmant monde
Un flocon solitaire sur mon bras atterrit
Je le regardai de près, vit comment il était fait,
Comme il fondait à la chaleur [...]
Pulling Buthaláins
Def: Buthaláins / Buachainean Buí – ragworth
—— Ulster and Connacht Irish
I as a youth I played with clay
If one could really call it play
As I month after month the garden wed
And saw the growing weeds with dread
And I did not in my youth realize
What was my hell, was another’s paradise
When concrete towers and a co [...]
Be a Bard Like a Bird
Natures song is one of joy,
Each singing birds a bard,
He celebrates each and every day,
Be it of ease or hard.
Let us men be like the bird,
On days both short and long,
Hard and easy, pleasant or cold,
Let us greet it with a song!
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Address to my Feathered Friend
Little bird, upon my windowsill…
I watch your comings and goings from day to day
Why is it, that when I draw near,
You suddenly take flight and fly away?
For I have nothing but friendship to give
I, though human, understand your plight.
I know that you too were meant to live…
But I cannot understand your fright.
Is it because of the cru [...]
After Apocolypse
The never finished Cooling Tower 5 at Chernobyl
Reading an article posted below on how Chernobyl is been
retaken by nature in the absense of mankind (though a few
still remain as subsistance farmers) it is noticible the lack
of photos available to the outside world in thei era of digital
photography. Prehaps that will be my next trip!!! I [...]
Six Robins Seen in the Park Today
Six robins seen in the park today
As people walked by humming
And to myself I did say
Spring itself must be coming
Six robins flitting from tree to tree
And more from tree to ground
When others meet six of you and me
Let such similar joy be found.
Does the robin in her song
That joy to our hearts bring
Trill to the other birds along
About suc [...]
The Snow It Falls Today
Rossbawn in Laois's Sliabh Bloom mountains
The snow it falls today,
But on the ground it does not stay
No, but fastly melts away…
As water to drains does pour…
And when the shower ends is seen
No snow, where once there had been
And unwhite is the scene
As it was before.
We are like the snow
We are here, then we go
That we exi [...]
Walking the Bog
When young, or younger for I still am young
I thought that my future it was to be
As it was then for my father
Upon the bog, working, laying rails like he
For locos of peat going to power the station
Summer after summer in the searing heat
Sundays and all, overtime and comradery
In Killeens Bar after work friends would meet
Every man must [...]
The Girl Who Loved The Stars
She loved the stars, in bright array
Assembled in the dark night sky
And when young, when not at play
She asked the Shaman why
Could she not be, and shine as them, stars such
And in the sky at night shine
They told her “The moon itself you’d have to touch
If the wish to be a star is thine.”
She climbed a hill, by water’s ed [...]





