The Milky Way over the Fungus Rock, Gozo (Blue)Gilbert Vancell. Defiance.I'll tear a sheet of starlight for your blanket,a burnished cloth of gold to ward off fears,there beneath bright Apollo, you'll greet the morning,curled inside your mother's wounded feet,eyes defiant shimmering flakes of jet,burn away the fog of my appearance,from deep within that ragged bundle,a... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W DailyPrompts ~ DayVIII Demagogue.'Can I have your attention please'My path has no snow or wood to diverge in,'I need all of your attention now'I take the road less travelled by,'Look at me, pay attention to my golden glow'I follow it under the desert moon,'Worship at my altar, full attention over here'Led by Coyotes... Continue Reading →
COBH R&W Daily Prompts ~ VII This set of prompts had a lot of stops and starts. Finally created something. I dont often try to have overly rhyming poems, this ones is as about as far as I go really. In Awe of Love.What is the texture of a Mother's love,But diamond, clear & bright,A... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W Daily Prompt ~ VI I hate seeing children in war zones on TV. The innocent suffer without end, no matter where they are, they die and are recorded as collateral damage. It's sick. Guilty Witness.The first victim of War is truth,The last is nearly always a skinny child,Who watches friends die hungry,When the... Continue Reading →
CobhR&W Daily Prompt ~ Day V Not sure where this came from. A comment on internet trolls & the hateful. Those who offer nothing, yet demand everything. Often demented cowards, who while hiding behind anonymous accounts, have caused outrageous harm. Malign actors, amplifying fear, division & hatred. So maybe this is a modern day curse... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W Prompt Day IV The return of the Buzzard to the skies of Ireland, is occurring and they can be seen now in ever greater numbers. It is a wonderful sight, there are several mating pairs who have carved out territories all around the island of Cobh. In their turn the younger birds, leave... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W Prompt Day III So today's prompt took further inspiration from this piece of sea glass which I picked up on a Sunday walk at Youghal, Co. Cork. Sea Glass.Who did hurl you that you came to rest,Lost from your mortar,At the high tide mark,Here, were the sea licks Ireland,As it takes its payment... Continue Reading →
Cobh R&W Daily Prompt II So here is this mornings effort, another #micropoem. Guard of Nature.Quack, spake the Mandarin,And the kindhearted rustled,The paper bag to pull scraps,And crumbs of poppyseeded bread,To share on the tended bank,Of the shapely pond,A guard of nature,Adding each gentle act,As they pause and ponder,To the universes store of karmic credit.... Continue Reading →
In an effort to keep up morale and have some craic via our Cobh Readers and Writers group pages, I created a daily writing prompt post. Just for some fun and engagement with the group and festival followers for the period of the COVID-19 crisis. So the handy random word generator from the internet gave... Continue Reading →
Finding None If you put to sea in these boats,most likely you will die,you will never make Italy,you will barely make the news,unless you wash ashore on a tourist beach,spoiling the panorama,with inconvenient truths. The rising tide of the right,creeping into the edges of Europa,still like to wear good looking suits,whipping up headlines,serves them for... Continue Reading →
Pulpit Musketry. Peoples charity was only meant to stretch, to putting a penny into a ceramic head, brown people tuning up on the doorstep, wasn't ever part of the deal, we brought them sanitation, for accepting subjugation, ornamentation for the gallows, to reward rebellion, grateful fawning over infested blankets, was the only response necessary, decades... Continue Reading →
The Master's Dog Guilty looks from left to right, glancing over sunken shoulders, ensuring fitting purity for the words, filthy black bastard, it rolls out of yellowed mouth, hits the deck like a seagulls shit, always seeking their approval, like a dog aching for the Master's hand, such a common thing, delivered with the snigger... Continue Reading →
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