It is All For Little That We Poets Write
A poet writes his words that will Be read by someone who does not care And thinks it odd these rhyming lines …
Heaven Taught Ploughman
“A heaven taught ploughman” – Henry McKenzie speaking of Robert Burns. He learned much with plough in field Beast snorting, as ever …
His Pen Ran Dry
For the memory of Ivor Higg, R.I.P. His pen ran dry, as happens to every writer, The pool of ideas of the …
Obituary – Ivor Hogg
The passing has happened lately of writer Ivor Hogg. Under the name of “Poeticpiers”, he wrote on WritersCafe.org and also on Arcanum …
“What We Leave Behind” — R.I.P. Sarah Lundberg of Seven Towers
Just heard of the passing of the Dublin writer and publisher Sarah Lundberg. She ran the Seven Towers publishing house and ran …
Egregious Idiot
Back then David Conway used to regularly bait the Labour councillors at council meetings by making mention of “the egregious Mr Higgins”. …
Quills at Dawn – Poets Piques and Politics
Poets and their piques when pickled in politics Makes a soup sour to the taste Explosions of emotions cause rages on pages …
Rocking the Cradle of Genius
You have disgraced yourselves again, once more you have rocked at the cradle of genius” – W.B. Yeats Rocking the cradle of …
Clouds Write Poetry – Svetlana Marisova Tribute
The clouds themselves, arranged by the wind Write poems exquisite in the sky In an alphabet to man unknown Read by angels …
Turbulent Seas
“as easily as an old woman reads a palm” Crossing the Atlantic – Anne Sexton Journey set upon with an illusion of …
Words Written in Anger and Anguish (Anne Sexton)
As Sexton slowly slid out of control, a feature of her writing was to go to free verse from rhyme. With words …
Divine Struggle – Sylvia Plath.
The raging waves of the mind Tore her spirit asunder Yet still she wrote Those word we read… with wonder As words …
We Are No Weavers Who Write Today
We are no weavers who write today Yet still we write in their way And similar is the things we say In …
Poets Express: A Bar, and Bawdy Bards, Outside Bantry!
As expected, Poets Express was a success, but with a different crowd than anticipated. Being held in a bar, maybe it is …
An Fear Maith
Cheannaigh sé éadaí dó, Agus ar a gcosa a chuir sé bróga, Toisc gur fear maith a bhí ann, Agus bhí sé …
Burns Loved The Lasses
Burns loved the lasses, out with many he walked, How the parsons grumbled: how the people talked! Condemned he was by parson …
Discovering the writings if Betjeman, and the argument over Muses in Poetry
I have recently come across the work of the writer John Betjeman, who heretofor I had only known for his political activities, …