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Life Is Like A Carpet Weaved

Life, in all its complexeties is like a carpet weaved, except its pattern is not as predictable…

Revelations on a Limerick Street

Brown grey, the streets meander Over waters seeking sea I walking, amble aimless As if anywhere else to be Would be as …

Life is a Treasure Map

The experiences shared by those now gone The opinions with which you may not agree Showed another’s path whose wisdom they share …

Passing Passengers on the 409

As I await my bus, I and the others, next to us The bus pulls in from whose windows faces Blank at …

Renmore Point

Pass by, By Boat, By foot… You and I. I wrote this for the LOVE ON THE ROCKS – DUBLIN facebook group, …

Dance of the Mayfly at Dromineer

The Mayfly swarm a few times a year depending on the species, however its from their time of emergence in may they …

No Dancing From The Easter Sun

Musings in verse on the current issues of consent, and the Ulster Rugby scandal. The Scots Law judgement of “Not Proven” would …

Walk at Lough Annagh Remembered

A rather melancholic reflection I remember while walking last year at Annagh Lake. Life indeed tames us all… or am I just …

Crazed Beats Echo Into The Night

This verse I wrote some years back when living in Tullamore, hearing loud music and meeting an old disapproving couple that I …

Half the World

The crazed vanities of man Who cannot see all are the same Thinks the other the source of his ill That he …

The Tithe Child of Romsey

One tenth of all – the parsons share From cows in pasture to poultry flock From grain blowing in the breeze To …

Unborn Child Drawn by Da Vinci

We are never as pure as when before we are born, when we truly are faultless, but again, he who walks through …

Donkey Innovation

The donkey of the whip was tired Bringing its cart and load from A to B A way out of its horrific …

Heading to the Horizon

Written on hearing a talk about doing the Camino, when heading out the walker told us his favourite part was looking at …

Long Walk in Edenmore Bog

Walking the bog in Longford brought this reflection on life to mind – a rare nonrhyming poem from me! Walking the long …

Suffer Little Children

Many will say to Me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in Your name, and in Your name drive …

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