Author Archives: Tom Clancy, Poet, Folk Singer,

About Tom Clancy, Poet, Folk Singer,

Tom Clancy, Poet. He is a renowned Irish folk musician, an aficionado of the tin whistle and the unique sounding, "Low Whistle". Well known as a Trad Folk Singer and International Rugby player, his poetry now speaks for itself, from the Hearth and the Heart. Facebook features more and more Poetry extracts as he nears the launch of his first book of poems. Tom is available as an after dinner speaker and entertainer, delivering the music and stories that form the soundtrack of his life.

Book Launch

Well the time has come! I will be launching my book ” Poems From an Irish Hearth” in the Old Ship in Arklow Co.Wicklow on Friday 25th of September ! It’s been a long road..a long Irish road !

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Lest we forget !

The Irish ship Le Niamh (Named after Niamh, queen of Tír na nOg) is doing great humanitarian work in the Mediterranean. Bravo! Lest we forget our own, my poem “The Forgotten ones” (Poems from an Irish Hearth)

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The wonders of Croagh Patrick

5800-year-old rock scribing found near Croagh Patrick(Ireland) Well it’s no wonder to me as you can see in my poem ‘ The Croagh and Clew Bay'( Poems From an Irish Hearth)

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Balmy July

On balmy July days like these…as mentioned in my poem’Valentia Moon ‘ (Poems from an Irish Hearth) Foxgloves hang like celestial bells here today in the garden of Ireland …bliss !

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Poems from Tom’s Hearth, out now on Kindle from Amazon.

At last my book of Poetry is available on kindle through Amazon and just live today. Yippee! Here is the picture of the front cover and the link below. (Hard back copies soon). Sláinte Mhaith. TC.

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New York Times reporting the death of Tom Clancy.

Hunting the wren under a silver moon. Yellow bittern stepping cautiously In Red October. Some brothers filled Carnegie hall One your namesake, you knew that. A true scribe hardly surprising Brehon laws written and handed down by blood relatives All … Continue reading

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Plucked at Béal na Bláth: The Mouth of Flowers

WILD FLOWER Wild mountain flower cut down in full bloom Shoulders of oak supporting pure granite Black bicycle black suit black shoes Black and tans Wild West Cork blood Wild heart pounding Spiderly weaving the silken thread Nursing a nation’s … Continue reading

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