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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, Page 3

Shore Road to Roscam Abbey

I walked upon an ancient road Slowly taken now by the sea, The Atlantic tides ebbed and flowed I walked the line …

To Visit A Strangers Grave

I walk in town to which confined For nine more weeks I bring to mind The graves I would visit today Of …

From Mars Far Far Away

From Mars, far far away A spaceship sent pictures today Of a distant planet in outerspace That could be a desert, or …

Willie Rimes breaks COVID Lockdown

A month or so into lockdown, Willie Rimes was finding it hard All the pubs were shut, nothing to do Outside the …

The Ambush at Clonfin

Man for man, and gun for gun, Mere peasants stood to the test, With faith in God and their fellow man, They …

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 …