Category Archives: Poetry

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No 7. Co Down Sonnet. WJ Cooper series The Mountains of Mourne a treasure for me As thrushes greet kings from each holly bush The farrier’s anvil sends melodies As galaxies roll in maritime lush Such sights can be seen … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper series No 6 Sligo Sonnet Oh mighty Ben Bulben peeps through the mist As notes from Killavil send a sweet riff Beautiful Sligo where angels exist And softly our poet sleeps at Drumcliff From luscious Lough Arrow to … Continue reading →

No 5. Galway Sonnet. To sail on the breeze above Galway Bay And watch the shoals waltz in heavenly blue As sweet Connemara basks neath the rays Soft rain on the Claddagh’s nets to renew Wonderful Woodford..Ahascragh of tunes Aughrim … Continue reading →

No 4. Cavan Sonnet. Frost on the grass by silky Lough Sheelin And chromed by the moon as vibrant trout breach Breifne’s brethren at turf fires are kneeling From Cuilcaghs a brook the ocean shall reach Perched on a crannog … Continue reading →

Kerry Sonnet Now I must off to the Kingdom of Kerry Where sea eagles soar surveying the brine Where foxglove and sloe cress and black berry Amass neath the Reeks forever entwined A poet once spoke of Cahersiveen And Derrynane’s … Continue reading →

WJ Cooper Series No.2 Offaly Sonnet The twittering dunnock of Boora Bog Heralds the day as joys recommence Offaly’s heroes sail through the fog Lord let me see this ten thousand years hence Oh beautiful Birr and heathered Slieve Blooms … Continue reading →

For my great friend Bill Cooper who passed away last month RIP. A sonnet for every beautiful county, here goes. The W.J. Cooper series. No 1. Dublin Sonnet. The sun over Howth a wonder to see Oh countless the years … Continue reading →

Bob Beamon # Forrest # Paudie Brilliant Bob Beamon And his mighty jump Nice chocolate sweets To please Forrest Gump Joe Frazier’s Birthday Sleep well old champ Up there with Ali Snoozing in camp Fed Astaire feet And Barry McGann … Continue reading →

Bob # Maury # Mavis Forty years now Since Bob Marley flew Three little birds Sang with his crew Young Lisa O’Neill A voice from the past Banjo in tow As Kavanagh passed Bunnies at play In soft evening light … Continue reading →