Lost Ireland
I can’t believe my poor old Ireland Lost in its own success The Celtic tiger roars no more Stilled by … Continue reading Lost Ireland
I can’t believe my poor old Ireland Lost in its own success The Celtic tiger roars no more Stilled by … Continue reading Lost Ireland
Those three ‘wise’ monkeys were about today Doing what they do and looking the other way Eyes closed to all … Continue reading See No Evil
Seething deep Seething dark Seething thoughts Rising up Seething anger Seething pain Seething things The light to taint Seething through … Continue reading Seething
So you strike again with a cold heart Never knowing the emotions you cause You take what doesn’t belong to … Continue reading Scum
Starless skies I always see In a town where They’re not free Whispering through Cloudy skies Covered also by False … Continue reading Starless Skies
He holds himself back But why? What does he fear? He sighs Times passes Waits for no-one No looking-glass Waits … Continue reading The insecurity of Self
The rain falls on a July day Hitting the pebble beach A few walkers with dogs at play Death of … Continue reading Death of the Seaside
They say every rose has its thorn But I prefer to believe otherwise That darkness isn’t forlorn Every thorn has … Continue reading Every Thorn Has Its Rose
She sits in her flat Surrounded by things Gathering dust and Whatever else they bring Books line the shelves Ornaments … Continue reading Needless Things
Politicians still splutter the same old rhetoric Lying and cheating to themselves and us Who do they think they’re kidding … Continue reading The Unholy Three