Here is a poem by a relative unknown with a passion for his craft. The power of the poem is a wondrous thing indeed. It is the great leveller and accessible to all. From the slum dweller to the resident of a penthouse, from one race to another, one gender to the next, poetry belongs to humanity. Long may it remain so.
Here is a Brendan Behan poem translated from his native Gaelic. He was a hearty man who lived life to the full and died all too soon. His legacy endures.
Here is a gentle poem from the Chilean literary genius, Pablo Neruda, who won a Nobel Prize in 1971. He was murdered on the orders of the fascist, General Pinochet, who was friend to both UK and US governments at the time. Leave Me A Place Underground Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth, where […]
The Russians Are Coming The Russians are coming, they’re in your head. The Russians are coming, they’re under your bed. They’ll steal your wives and rape your cattle And eat your beef and win online battles And buy your malls and wreck your cars And burn your flags and close your bars And ban TV […]
Pablo Neruda (1904 – 1973) was a Chilean poet, diplomat and Nobel Prize Winner for Literature (1971). He was renowned for penning fine poetry from the age of 13. As a communist, Neruda served as a senator for the Chilean Communist Party, but was forced to flee Chile in 1948 when a warrant was issued […]
Joseph Campbell was an Irish Republican from Belfast. He was a social activist and prolific poet. On Waking SLEEP, gray brother of death, Has touched me, And passed on. I arise, facing the east— Pearl-doored sanctuary From which the light, Hand-linked with dew and fire, Dances. Hail, essence, hail! Fill the windows of my soul […]
Here is a hard-hitting piece of free verse from our resident Irish poet, A.D. This offering speaks of the manner in which Capitalism exploits and diminishes the lives of the citizenry. Summary from a Dark Place The patchwork sky is undecided, hold or release Trees wait patiently and shuffle in anticipation Troubled minions flit […]
This timely seasonal poem is from a Belfast Republican, Joseph Campbell, now deceased. He was also known as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil. Campbell took part in the Easter Rising of 1916, providing support to the rebels, and was a member of Sinn Féin in the 1920’s, being interned by Free State forces during the Civil War. After his marriage […]
Rebel Voice is delighted to bring you this new piece of verse from our resident poet, A.D. It tells the tale of a man who has a vivid dream of an encounter with the Faery Folk of Ireland. However, he is left wondering if indeed it was a dream or did it really happen. With […]
From the well regarded Irish poet, sadly deceased, who was an active Irish Republican. I Am The Mountainy Singer I am the mountainy singer- The voice of the peasant’s dream, The cry of the wind on the wooded hill, The leap of the fish in the stream. Quiet and love I sing- The carn on […]
Matthew Sweeney was a well regarded Irish poet from Donegal who passed on recently (5th August, 2018). His work has been translated into many languages and he would be seen as one of the top 5 internationally renowned bards from the Emerald Isle. Dialogue With An Artist I used to paint the sea, but never […]
Joseph Campbell was an Irish Republican poet, 1879-1944. He was known in Gaelic as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil. His poems have been set to music by numerous artists. The Hills of Cualann In the youth of summer The hills of Cualann Are two golden horns, Two breasts of chiding, Two tents of light. In the ancient […]
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