Category Archives: Poetry

A Golden Balloon # The Web of Life Balmy the evening A golden balloon Salt water lapping Against the pontoon Man’s great creations Can force us to kneel Yet spider’s fine silk Is stronger than steel Plough your own furrow … Continue reading →

Colm Horkan # Jean Kennedy Smith Guard Colm Horkan May you rest in peace Our thoughts are all with you Your smile shall not cease Cattle are lowing By hushed Celtic sea While moon daises sway Seducing the bees Bean … Continue reading →

Bloomsday # Vera Lynn Adverts for Joy Ale On Dublin’s trams Clicking high heels Spring sprong black prams Seabirds are diving Ten thousand stuffed gullets Streaks of white bubbles Torpedo-like bullets Lets rock to the Goldie For a few sunshine … Continue reading →

Tony Bennett # Lizzy We saw Tony Bennett One night at The Street Dublin was Frisco We digged his swing beat Philo and Lizzy At Dalymount Park Dublin beat Kerry We sang until dark Thespian dreamer Quill and silk scarf … Continue reading →

Rory Gallagher # Fionnula Flanagan A faithful one flew From Birr to Kilcormac A brace on the hoof In windswept Portmarnock I peered at the twelve Bens My vision was grainy As Sven of the Vikings Sailed up the Slaney … Continue reading →

Omaha # Curracloe Beach By Omaha Beach I passed in the rain Odysseus wandering Through old country lanes Sweet Molly Malone Wheeling her cart Her maker has joined her The bold Jeanne Rynhart Near Corcomroe Small choristers sing While gentians … Continue reading →

Charlie Chaplin’s Daughter & Setanta. Another star vanished Steve Priest from the Sweet The people are angry They take to the street Brefni’s round hills Her lakes of deep blue The joys of the day Bring on different hues I … Continue reading →

Coole Park # Cronus. Flying o’er the coastline I glance Skibbereen A fairytale vision Midst pillows of green Great Norman castles They tumble and fall Yet poems still echo From stairs keep and hall St Vincent stands bravely On Merrion … Continue reading →

Bog Bodies Harpers and George Floyd. An ancient oak road By church of Saint Mel As Camlin’s own choirs Rejoice with the bells Bodies exhumed Disinterred from ‘Na Mona’ People predating This foul corona Ritual murders Deep in the bog … Continue reading →

Bog Bodies Harpers and George Floyd. An ancient oak road By church of Saint Mel As Camlin’s own choirs Rejoice with the bells Bodies exhumed Disinterred from ‘Na Mona’ People predating This foul corona Ritual murders Deep in the bog … Continue reading →