Category Archives: Poetry

Emer Holohan # Joe Burke # Joan Armatrading Emer Holohan Now is at rest Herself and her hubby Two of the best In bucolic dreams Where musicians work They’re weeping today For box man Joe Burke Arturo Di Modica Of … Continue reading →

Shakespeare # Jerusalema # Willie Duggan Shall I compare thee To a Summer’s day Fourteen sweet lines Sweet buds of may Sonnets and plays In Stratford on Avon Taverns of white Jackdaws and ravens Oh how they all dance Jerusalema … Continue reading →

Brendan Behan # Georgie Boy Best # The Stardust B Behan’s birthday Now he was no bore The real Borstal Boy And Dub to the core Sunday’s ‘Big Match’ The Golden Shot Georgie Boy Best Would beat the whole lot … Continue reading →

Aoife # Neil Hannon # Christopher Plummer # Mary Wilson Aoife and Strongbow Were married one day The King and the Normans Went ‘Hip Hip Hooray’ Brilliant Neil Hannon And My Lovely Horse Sweet Father Ted And his thoughts on … Continue reading →

Chaucer # Von Daniken # Cara The Canterbury Tales And scribe Geoffrey Chaucer Non Daniken Knows About flying saucers Tis Burns night tonight Lets have a wee supper Haggis and neeps Tatties with butter Cara O’Sullivan A world beating lilt … Continue reading →

Jerry Kiernan # Larry King # Ballymun Steps through the bog With pony and halter Placed with great care The Faddan More Psalter The clock it has stopped For music’s Phil Spector Pints and hot scones Clouseau the inspector A … Continue reading →

Fat Larry # Zoom # Ian Dury Schools are on Zoom I thought of Fat Larry Deep winter chill No time to tarry All taps still dry In Ireland’s fine boozers Keep sailing ahead We’re no lockdown losers The hills … Continue reading →

Liam Reilly # Peter McVerry # Kilimanjaro Liam Reilly’s the name Yes I got it wrong I hope you’ll forgive I still love your song I walked Tara Hill The sun lit the sky The Helga and Michael Were in … Continue reading →

Liam O’Reilly # Gerry The Pacemaker #Matisse Hundreds of songs From far distant days Scents and aromas Float in the maze Out of the brine Birds of a feather Seamen of old Would not sail to weather Oh one youthful … Continue reading →

Alcatraz # Johnny Hates Jazz # Mike Slemen Floating Spike Island Our own Alcatraz A great pace to kip And Johnny Hates Jazz And so we have reached The year’s shortest day Soon the first Lambs Will leap prance and … Continue reading →