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from the shadows
as you grow, love, care, share and tease
keep your dad proud as proud can be
so from the shadows I will love you so
always my child, as you live, love, laugh and grow -
the artist
It was at those words I turned to Paddy and said, “It’s not important how you say it. You’re pussyfootin’ around style and delivery. Just get on with it. Get to the point. The undeniable fa…
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day dreamer ...
with my eyes closed tight
i dream of you
in the distant night
lying there in your slumber
while dreaming of your prince out yonder -
Keep an Eye on the Wood!
The trees close in thick reaching high to the sky
careful the copses that entrap you -
Sunday ... 11.5.08
the car to wash, the homeworks to mark, the minutes to type,
the fence to paint, a trip to the shop, a family visit to make
and a promise to keep
no bloomin wonder I cant get back to sleep -
World Without End
The river where we walked, some called a stream,
Dangling our feet into the icy waves of water,
We laughed, you and I, -
SAD - Seasonal Adjustment Disorder
this is so true
in winter, i’m blue
in spring i’m waiting
for summer ‘now few’
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Famine Walk, Dublin.
Across from us over the river the door to the city is closed
Until Monday, apathetic of those here trying to stay warm
And find sleep. Existing here
They are, not living, struggling to hope,
Told,… -
The Whore of Western Europe (a poem of contemporary Dublin)
This city once knew herself
While the World waged wars of indifference
From the Crimea to the Adriatic
And she knew of nothing better
Nothing freer, more beautiful
Or attainable than pure surviv… -
The Origins Of Easter
The hole was open now, no going back. A flower like object was emerging. Flower like, but solid, not leafy or with petals.
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Travelogue To Dublin
The Irish are quick as a flash in inventing brilliant nicknames to anything and everything. There is a statue on a street in Dublin called ‘The Molly Malone’ of the famous ballad. ...’
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Footstool of the world
Footstool of the world
weight upon the shoulder
reluctant silver crucified
beneath the blood boulder
symbol on the neck
of the new world soldier
orphan to the mother land
resident bastard has … -
Creature
A mythical creature
At nights end
We call headlong
Into the realm of
Madness and sanity
Strange islands where
Dead men dance
A vast ocean with
Souls beneath the
Waves
Beneath the vessel
A… -
Imagine a mystery
Imagine a mystery
Where you and I
Are free
Imagine a hand to
Give back to the
Land
Purple mountains
And blank majesty
Upon your waves
Of fait
Upon the legless
Veteran
And the alcoholic
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Poetry your beautiful
Poetry your beautiful
I cant take the pain
Subtract the words of
the English Kingdom
calculate the absence
to numerate gravity,
weightless, painless,
freedom of new birth
America I long to b… -
Patricius Magonus Sucatus – Was He A Hero Or.....
No longer would the Old Ones remain, rather choosing to descend into the Other World to await the time of enlightenment, when the Old Ways would once again reign.
