A thought, driven by rain, in a car park.It's not often that a Nobel Laureate and a Norrie spark a idea to coalesce from the firmament and strike one square in the brain. It must have been driven by the rain, as I sat in the carpark. A Moveable Feast. "Sometimes when I was started... Continue Reading →
Bertra
In the shadow of the Holy Mountain,Joyous days of my youth,Chasing impossible wolves of the sea,On beach rocks washed by the mighty Atlantic.Happy days tasting of salt & sunshine,
Delighted to be reading in the Sirius Arts Centre in #Cobh this Saturday 29th, as part of this Ken Hickey lead event. So pleased to be in the company of such fine poets as Theresa McCormack, Eve Telford, and Ken. Its great to see #Poetry in such a wonderful venue in our beautiful town. Pop... Continue Reading →
I was the mad one,The auld road bowler,They knew by the flame of my hair,And the glint from the arching curve,Of the 28oz's of burnished steel, Howler, I named it,The tangled weed rover,Hero of a thousand, thousand matches,From Bellcarra to Boholla,Aughagower to Cordarragh, Setting flame to the rough roads of 1985,Before I was reduced to... Continue Reading →
The last obscenity. Of all the cults that ever were,Of all the schemes and follies,There are few as vile as Monarchy,Foist on all as oh so jolly,Viler still are those that cheer,Their Masters and their betters,Doff the cap, drop the gaze, bend the knee,Oh come adore their fetters. Not for hoi polloi you see,The Devine... Continue Reading →
Did the souls of boys,Cut down in France,Come home again,To rest in lush ditches,By English country lanes,As bright summer poppies, So, each year unending,Free to dance once more,Joyful remembrance blooms,Heedless of the rush,Of passing motorcars,In home-counties soil, Red now their clothes,Heads sway rejoicing,On wildly weaving stalks,Stout-hearted amid weeds,No brown wilted youth,Inside worn frames, Ebullient life... Continue Reading →
Curvature of Cork,breaking free of static lines,blending ancient bridges,with sharp edged blocks,scraggly trees,and pavement gazing pedestrians. Rushing head long,into the event horizon,when distant melts,will raise the waters,wash out the swamp,for a final time. Pleas will be hurled,prayers incanted,as the great and good,are carried downstream,like petrified timber,ripped from the Gearagh. Concrete and brick crumbles,high tide lines... Continue Reading →
New Triangles. Wear the new triangles, Behind the chain-link fences, Orchestra of crying children, Dread anthem of the summer sun, Separate the little ones, No need to sew the yellow to their shirts, They wear their badge forever, On their skin, Build the wall and mend the wire, With bricks of fear send it higher,... Continue Reading →
Oh much maligned & ignoble art, Of this our long suffering craft, Lead me not unto defenestration, Though hard indeed is this draft, With bungled grammar & punctuation! by Ruairí de Barra
Twelve feet above the deck,The smell can make you gag,Five hundred salt water soaked,Unwashed humans in forty degrees, Make a few bad jokes to cover up your shame,That your stomach churned at scabies riddled teenager,Sunglasses will hide guilty eyes,To mask your revulsion, Overcompensate later by giving an extra ration,To a brown-eyed child,Draped from shoulder to... Continue Reading →
On the day in summer when the old man warms his bones,Stretching idle legs on Sean Walsh park benches,Mimicking the patient heron balanced in the water,First one and then the other, pop, ease and crack,The light will be thrown off at an angle, just right. Soft tones glow, wrap warm around the moment,Drawing a long... Continue Reading →
Not Alone in the Silence.Who are you? Called to wake mid-morning light,To face the hurts and hardships of the day,For not alone, we stand against this blight,A multitude of hands unto the fray. Despite those times on immigrants they spat,Raising empty cries or barbed calumnies,Here far from home in distant Gujarat,Nurse they now our stricken... Continue Reading →
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