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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

America Finds Its Voice Again

Enough rope given will cause the man To hang, who is greedy for rope – Such given caused a coup, impeachment Concession, …

Year Has Past Like a Decade Gone

A year has passed, like a decade gone, It feels we have aged, Every one has a different take On the new …

We Are Not Each Others Enemy

Time long ago – a hundred years – in a land where welcomes were slim A team came together – Brother Walfrid, …

Death Took The Poet While Writing

“Sullivan The Poet” as Michael Sullivan referred to himself, was a writer I came across online well over a decade ago. I …

Away in a Doorway

Just this week, homeless activists tied 56 black baloons outside Dail Eireann to highlight those who died while homeless in 2020 alone. …

I Surrounded Them Myself

One of the most bizarre – if true – stories from the American War of Independence tells of a Sergent McCarthy on …

Sitting Shoreside by Nabelwy Lake

Looking back through photos, a shot of Lough Nabelwy reminded me of one of my favourite walks in North Longford, and of …

A Cry, Silent, In The Night

This little verse of faith I wrote some years back, and am putting online again. A cry, silent in the night, Taken …

Warning to Revolutionaries

Those who see the left as being anti family and of an agenda beyond workers rights see only those who took over …

Grateful to Vaccines

We today live no longer in fear, Of measles or the whooping cough, The mumps or chickenpox Because of vaccines at which …

The Waters Show No Mercy

Dedicated to the memory of Tom and Martin Oliver who lost their lives between Blackrock and Silver Strand yesterday. The waters show …

Leitrim of the Legends

“You’d think it was lovely if you didn’t know it” Said John Carty to John Carty one day… Though he loved the …

No Knocks on the Door at Halloween

For all those years, like the Grinch I was When all dressed up they’d be seen Going door to door looking for …

Driving to Dendermonde

I drove past fields where cattle grazed The roads were long and straight I looked at scenes familiar unfazed My mood melancholy …

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