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Cursing the Unlucky Stars

My luck is all right from time to time But crisis I always find Finds me more the more I seek to …

On Sighting Sandy Row

Visiting Belfast back in 2008 we took a wrong turn, and drove by this mural by accident. While explaining the conflict to …

Rattling Buckets Cant Be Seen

A boy, an errand, and a bucket of beer … A drain, a death, and now a ghost does appear … A …

Dark Brown Turf

In solidarity with the turf cutters. The latest of the poems restored to the website, this one was written a few years …

Ill Go Where Im Sent

Invitation received: all were excited Again their friends where they are twinned they would meet Its not a junket: this, this is …

Ar Dheis Dé go Raibh a hanam

Remembering the fallen Irish of both world wars, who were forgotton due to the stigma of being in the British Army Their …

God Is Not a Banker

This was written after the referendums we rejected were rerun… Votes cast ignored Desire to refer to electorate taken as affront This …

Honest Hands Build True

Honest hands build walls true: Work plain for all to see – Stands the test of time, Passed by walkers like me …

Little Lake, Big Dreams

The little lake, water lapping, little future Local lads, big dreams and ambitions Far away fields were greener than the stoney ones …

Walking Past Adamnans Church in Birr

Its just another ruined church to some, but St Brendans Old Church in Birr is where a little known Irish saint wrote …

Sleeping Neath a Nipple

While climbing the Paps in Kerry some years back with writer Derek Fanning, I took a nap under the Cairn on the …

We Are Not the Enemy

We are not the enemy, the folk who pay the bills, Who try to pay their mortgages, who themselves through suicide kills …

Hunger In a Land of Plenty

There was hunger in a land of plenty When the troops came for the grain To feed others, in a distant land …

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