Another taken from Irish Tradition / History |
King Conchobhair Mac Nessa(written in 1998 - the name is pronounced "Conor")A drink often precedes a storyOf Gods, or Kings, or treasure, or glorySo, let me tell you about King ConchobhairA man of glo...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:36:00 PST |
A very bad spring... |
Shop of EU Horrors(written in Herk de Stad, Belgium - Summer 2003)Synge should be the one to write of this tale, not INot all gallivanters disappeared since he died.Gallivanting is not what I feel th...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 11:16:00 PST |
Another of homesickness for Ireland (sort of...) |
Who(written in the mid 90s whilst still considering returning to Ireland)Who shall I find when I return to my Éire?When my feet rest there, who will occupy my heart?Will she be of the land that my peo...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 11:10:00 PST |
A rather humourous poem (and a true story) |
The Pub
(Chicago 1995)
One fine day the pub was free
But for the publican, two lads and me
So a pint I ordered and back I stood
To soak in the almost Irish mood.
The lad to his left turns his ...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:26:00 PST |
One based on Irish tradition |
The Children of Lír
(1987)
Of Aobh and her husband Lír were born
Fiacra, Fionuala, Hugh and Conn
Well loved were the children, their parent's pride
Until the day that the lovely Aobh die...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 02:29:00 PST |
Yet another from the archives... |
Our Way
The eternal ebb and flow of
Swirling ethereal mists
Brings forth the essence of life to
Endure within physical realms
Of tactile intangibilities.
The spirit filled grove overflows,
Be...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:28:00 PST |
Early poem about homesickness |
How I Long for Thee
(An early one written about my homesickness for the West of Ireland)
Oh Éire, how I long for thee
Separated by the ocean from me
Where the thick smell of wafting peat smoke
...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 04:11:00 PST |
On Leaving New Zealand for Western Australia |
Aoteoroa to Oz
(written Valentines Day 1999 after leaving New Zealand with my [then] girlfriend to go to her home near Perth, Western Australia)
Aoteoroa, Éire's mirror, our...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 04:07:00 PST |
Thoughts about the "new" Ireland - yet another from the archives - |
Contae nuaGallimh
(written in southern Co. Galway May, 2003)
The dirty shores of Lough Corrib now swell
With fat-bottomed people bringing their Hell
From 'Mericay, Sasan and Áth Cliath
Financ...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 12:55:00 PST |
Another one from the archives... |
David's Caravan
(a tribute to jazz musician David Keyes, written December 1996)
From Georgia to Ipanema
David's caravan transports us to realms where
Hands playing and toes tapping become
...
Posted by Duncan Mac Máhon on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 12:50:00 PST |
