Long Waterford Poems

from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
...

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New Year's Eve 2022

Yours truly riddled with social anxiety,
hence (billy me) he will idle away
December 31st, 2022 
sequestered (with the missus) 
hunkered down in his mancave
while madding crowd  
entertains reckons partition of time 
into...

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New Year's Eve 2021

December thirty first
two thousand twenty one countdown
will transparently and seamlessly stream into
simultaneously linkedin January first
two thousand and twenty two,
whereby the Ball a geodesic sphere,
12 feet in diameter,
and weighing 11,875 pounds.

The aforementioned Ball...

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200th anniversary of the sinking of The Seahorse with the loss of 363 lives at Tramore in Waterford Ireland. (Jan 30th 1816)..Like so many places around Ireland a plaque marks the tragedy to remember the...

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Dry afternoon, floating breeze upon the hips of the earth
Languid bodies in lawn chairs awaiting rebirth
or the hum of mosquitos
to signal it's time to go in.

To go in, to forget about this perfect afternoon, this...

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A field of stones
Hidden in an ancient wood
Stones white and shiny
Bleached by decades of history
Names long ago forgotten
Carved by a man in a dark shop
Each letter lovingly engraved by hand
The names are now barely readable
Eyes...

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Inside an empty and abandoned ballroom of a massive sunken ship,
Ghosts waltz within the memories made before the ship had tipped.

Swirling in pairs of males and females with arms locked in languid rhythm,
'Neath hanging chandeliers...

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The verve of sensation and stylish variety-
Moves deeper inside where the rage of my heart
Defines my displeasure, yet tears me apart 
To know what remains is derisive to fantasy.

And perfection is seen as exclusive not...

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In January 2007 the fishing trawler, 'Pere Charles'was lost off Dunmore East. Co Waterford, 
Ireland, with the loss of five fishermen. I knew four of them, two very well.

      ...

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Like a Waterford goblet
There are cuts all over me
Though not nearly as exquisite
I am etched with imperfection
Fill that chalice with the beverage of your choice
And it will pour out of all the holes 
I lose...

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Moonlight crying on white linen, fingering
lace curtains, glancing apprehensively
at distorted reflections peeping
through Waterford crystal
framed in silver,
a silence
almost apologetic
creeping through the room,
trying hard not to disturb
the softly sleeping gloom.


Melting gently through my bedroom wall,
wind chimes, barely...

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*Image of Waterford Curio by Houzz.

Cup in the Curio Cabinet


                      An empty cup daintily...

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     Be A Plucky Poet



Just go through life being your...

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