Who I Am |
Who I AmSing to me or speak a tale of yours make a sound to tell me you remember who I am.Let me hear of old Eire,of Fianna and the craic my identity is weddedto my history.So dont tell me of the w... Posted by on Fri, 10 Jul 2009 00:11:00 GMT |
Dreams |
DreamsCircumstance makes heroes, not desire;in this room I hear the ticking clockbut never note the hour becauseit always feels the same.As I lean forward to warm my handsagainst the open fire, I drea... Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 16:47:00 GMT |
A Dirty Word |
A Dirty WordAll the words of love songsseem so cliché to a world where lovehas lost its tender grip - foreverhas no meaning when commitment doesnt matter.Once upon a time romantic words would draw a ... Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 17:18:00 GMT |
Through the Mist |
Through the MistWalking through the mist -smiling in the rainthat gently kissed away my tears;I stopped to see,through all the years, a handthat gently guided.Even in cold moments of despairthat hand ... Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 09:05:00 GMT |
Bitter Pills |
Bitter PillsBitter pills I've had my fill,losing little as I ambledown the same roads still;too thick or too blindto let thoughts in my mind be turned it's my own fingers I chose to burn &n... Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 05:05:00 GMT |
Leaves, Leaving Me |
Leaves, Leaving Me&Fallen leaves have turned to dust;I'd watched them go from green to rust and tumble to the ground.My hand reached out in hope of trust; to someone who could quench the thirst -my... Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 06:15:00 GMT |
Heaven’s Laighter |
Heaven's LaughterIdle dreams dissipate while a soft voice relates from withinwhen it was that I saw, without doubt,where this new life begins.Out of calamity into tranquility,sensing a warmth that emb... Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 08:21:00 GMT |
Ocean Spray |
Ocean SprayOcean spray to hide tearsbrought on by futile feelings and real fears,while I sit on the harbour wall share thoughts with thoughtless wind - cry to the clouds made purplein the risin... Posted by on Sat, 18 Oct 2008 15:36:00 GMT |
Poem - Perennial |
Perennial Stars fell into the palm of your hand, while you laughed and sipped red wine, as I struggled hard to understand answers - that I couldn't find a question to satisfy.  ... Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 00:47:00 GMT |
Love Letter to an Englishman - a poem |
A Love Letter to an Englishman. Ireland, Tir Na N'Og but a step away - in my head& "If we were to get the world as an estate," so Finn said, "and the Country of the Young along with it," the... Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 02:24:00 GMT |