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Surreality A restless night with sweat-soaked sheets, conjures images of blood-filled streets and pain. Cetaceans mourn for humanity as dogs howl at a blood-red moon, which all too soon becomes a ghastly, horrid, evil eye staring, as…
Bobby Sands was an Irish revolutionary, Gaeilgeoir, song writer and poet who died on 5th May, 1981 after 66 days on hunger strike. He was 27 years old. It was estimated that more than 100,000 people turned out to pay their respects to their fallen hero. Sands’ poetry was written in gaol in the most […]
The Fiddler of Dooney When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Moharabuiee. I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo […]
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And […]
The Ballad of Moss-Free Refrain: […]
Ireland has both the good fortune and misfortune to have a large number of martyrs. Many honourable men and women have felt it necessary to step forward to fight the blight of British colonialism. Of those Rebels who were imprisoned, some chose to battle the foreign regime using the only weapon they had left to […]
This is a poignant piece of verse about the great revolutionary, James Connolly, who was executed by British forces whilst seriously injured during the Easter Rising, 1916. Connolly was tied to a chair so that he could be shot by a firing squad. Connolly The man was all shot through that came today Into the […]
Poem Darshan A tender silence enfolds the scene Of ironing board and tea, And mumbling traffic carries lives Many miles from me. So damn close, Yet still, Apart, She presses to the seams. I sit incensed with memory And aching, Scented dreams. A.D.
Tom Barry was an acclaimed commander of the 3rd, West Cork Flying Column of the IRA, responsible for the famed Kilmichael Ambush which killed 18 British Auxillaries during the Black and Tan War. He was a solid tactician who fought on the Republican side during the ill-fated Civil War. He later supported the existence of […]
Here we have a poem by Eva Gore Booth, sister of the stalwart Irish rebel, Constance Markievicz who fought bravely in the Easter Rising of 1916. The last two lines are particularly poignant. Comrades The peaceful night that […]
The Wedding The sheltered grassy haven, encircled by a stream, Caught memories of old, now held in time, Where Elfin folk would play, would dance, their music of a dream, The storied sounds now cast upon a rhyme. Summer smiles upon her lot and welcomes down the sun, To warm the hearts, […]
A Battle in Your Mind A future hangs upon a thread, suspended by a clean white bed that serves as platter for to feed uncertainty in time or deed. Sterile smiles bounce off walls as footfalls trudge in spotless halls where dreary thoughts loom large and lurk by trolleys, for the reaper’s work. […]
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