History Ireland Poems

On a mild Spring’s night
In the heartlands of Ulster 
A prodigious child was born 
For Ireland, to save her

A man of modest means 
Yet formidable...

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Northern Ireland, it was a peaceful Saturday of August 15,
1998. There were many people shopping in the center of
Omagh, in Tyrone. Then, at 3:10 p.m.,...

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Why this is my tale

Of my family tree and roots 

The what and where

My Gaelic Celtic 

Surname origins came

Straight out of my Liverpool home 

Retracing...

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True talk heals, 
When someone speaks,
The truth about my small mistakes
As human being , 
I feel much comfortable. 
When someone speaks lies
About what I did...

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he freed Ériu's land from spiraling snakes ~ through the rigid cross of sheep...

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Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.

Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully...

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they
      fought a
              millienium
to be free
from 
...

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I'm not a Monarchist but I don't hate
The Queen. I lied to her when I was nine
At Finningley it was. We had to wait
For ages...

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On to Ireland

Don’t look for me here anymore,
I’m moving on to Ireland
On the morrow, for
I’ve only one voice and
It’s longing to sing!

Henceforth, I’ll work as...

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They were Lilly Whites from Kildare,
And Boggers from County Clare,
Herring Gutters from Donegal
And Dubliner Jackeens.
They were Goat Suckers, Slaneysiders,
Magpies and Rossies.
They were Kellys, and Murrays,...

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After berserkers violated, nonviolent, virtuous, souls
residing in Ireland's verdant vales, 
victims vented their intense disliking of the vile, vicious, 
violent, vikings by valiantly fighting back...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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They call me cold
I am concrete  
My windows rarely used
The countryside knows me
And I 
it.


They visit quickly
not understanding my nuances 
Not seeing me as...

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 The Maiden of Carbury Hill 

I remember a story told of a red-haired girl who never grew old,
who died when there came a great...

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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an...

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