Category Archives: Poetry

Hey There, Your own data out of your devices was duplicated to my personal storage space with a assistance of my custom trojan thru the wireless network, I had the opportunity to access your computer thru the wi-fi device you … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No18 Fermanagh Sonnet Celestial Erne a paradise pure Soft lapping waters my pulse and my joy With milk shades at twilight, lovers to lure Dear Enniskillen with angels you toy Diamond-like dews on Cuilcagh so whinny As … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No17 Cork Sonnet From Shehy’s fair hills emergeth a queen How shapely and pure my own lovely Lee Old Shandon and Mardyke gloat in the scene With magic and poise she runs to the sea To watch … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No16 Derry Sonnet Glorious Derry where floweth the Foyle As words from Bellaghy roll with each hill Gold from the Broighter in crucibles boiled Whilst calls from an bonnán came with good will Russet leaves blowing through … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper Series No15 Roscommon Sonnet Sweet song of the curlew over the lake Roscommon’s fine plains and pure Eastersnow Oh dear Úna Bhán some day shall awake Pink swans on Lough Ree in blushing red glow At Clarendon Lock … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper Series No14 Wicklow Sonnet A place in my heart – Wicklow my Eden Garden of Ireland no words will suffice On hill vale and glen creatures are feeding Knowing this place on our earth has no price Oh … Continue reading →

(One for the summer…Two leaders, any place, anytime) When Heaney met Yeats When two songbirds met together they flew O’er buttock carved hills distant and blue Each sang of the flowers both petal and cup And daisies like quail eggs … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 13 Limerick Sonnet Oh Luimneach a stór my one reverie Where flows the broad Shannon joyously by As gulls on the wing bring tales from the sea And dreams of Adare tie sheaves of surprise The … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No12 Wexford Sonnet A gem by the waves all purple and gold From fine sands at Clone to Hook and beyond Brave Wexford my love a thrill to behold Oh Slaney your banks our nation did bond … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 11 Donegal Sonnet Oh Donegal’s homes as much famed in song From Slieve League to Malin turf fires aglow A pot on the boil as they went along And wonderful sunsets west of Dungloe Great Glenveagh’s … Continue reading →