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July 2015

Fair Girls at the Horse Fair

They walk the streets, young, wild at heart Among horses the men admire Free of sprit and fast with word To the …

Ill Go Where Im Sent

Invitation received: all were excited Again their friends where they are twinned they would meet Its not a junket: this, this is …

Two Swans

Two swans swimming in the river cold Meet beak to beak together In love for life it is said These birds are …

Cooking up a Poem

Playing with language he tosses the words And stirs them with his pen In the saucepan of the page Which he heats …

A Poets Lament

This is an old verse of mine, found on a previous draft of the website. Poetry has got me free into a …

Gambling Is A Losing Game

Love is a losing game. ~ Amy Winehouse God and the Devil opened casinos To see who would win God promised honest …

Wake at Birr

The true and humorous tale, though shocking at the time, of the fiasco of my mothers coffin, at her wake in Birr… …

Wake at Ballinalee

My mother told of attending a wake when a child in her native village Ballinalee, where the pipes that were smoked cermonially …

Toasting Two Kings

I was at the Aughrim Horse Fair last Sunday, and while viewing all of the horses – and the women! – there, …

We Are Spectators on Another Greek Tragedy

As Alexis Tsipras capitulates to the EU/IMF,we remember one of austerities victims… The death of Dimitirs Christaupolos shows the callous effect that …

Looking Out at the Skelligs

From clifftop in morning mist A view I would have missed If weather was finer, or I had slept This murky view …

Kenavo

One New Years Eve, a strange noise was heard in the small Kerry village of Portmagee… a strange procession of sailors from …

Ar Dheis Dé go Raibh a hanam

Remembering the fallen Irish of both world wars, who were forgotton due to the stigma of being in the British Army Their …