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 …
“Sullivan The Poet” as Michael Sullivan referred to himself, was a writer I came across online well over a decade ago. I …
No-one comes here now with currachs Rowed by men old and young Bringing the turf to and from the islands Serenaded by …
The sun shining tells us there are better times after the storm, worth remembering in these #COVID19 times
From where to the world’s four corners spread All desire to, but few manage to return To children tales told, songs sung …
Writers Ireland’s spirit caught Web of words in which they sought The Ireland in their eyes that aught Contemporaneously exist. Some said …
The Serbian resident US poet and human rights activist Paul Polansky visited my humble flat some years back. As usual, my place …
Alas, I learned of the passing of a poet Paul Curran I shared a stage with often at Scene of the Rhyme …
Dedicated to the memory of the late Kay Kinghammer, of the Blackwater Poetry Group, R.I.P. Say hello to all the poets as …
I got no objection to lewdness in poetry, or the odd swear word or a few, but HLB writes to make the …
William “Topaz” Mc Gonnagle was poet from Dundee, who discovered he could make a rhyme at the grand old age of 52 …
” My way is like the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune” The sand it flows on the seashore Here …
Many men faught not for Ireland But under another flag And of their deeds our folklore feeds Of them we like to …
Yeats died before the outbreak of war, and his Nobel prizes and international fame was most seen through the Versailles era, with …
“Truth is dangerous. It topples palaces and kills kings. It stirs gentle men to rage and bids them take up arms. It …
Dedicated to the memory of the late writer, artist and musician Ingrid Andrew… Every book has its last page When turned, signifies …
Easons on Dublins O’ Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses… appropiate for a bookshop! While there, looking at pictures of now …
A poet writes his words that will Be read by someone who does not care And thinks it odd these rhyming lines …
“A heaven taught ploughman” – Henry McKenzie speaking of Robert Burns. He learned much with plough in field Beast snorting, as ever …
For the memory of Ivor Higg, R.I.P. His pen ran dry, as happens to every writer, The pool of ideas of the …
The passing has happened lately of writer Ivor Hogg. Under the name of “Poeticpiers”, he wrote on WritersCafe.org and also on Arcanum …