Realignment You are how I imagined you would be That same disarming smile That same inquisitive look Little quirks I noticed when we first met Still bring me joy to this day You are unique and beautiful No two faces…
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What I think about when I think of times past – ‘Green’ By: Zoé W.G.
Green: I remember dog-eared, green, afternoons when we lay so still on dewy grass we could swear we’d become one. I remember us, still as hairpins, sharp as pruners. How our hands held on so tight, I forgot which fingers…
‘Discover’ By: Ciaran McDermott
I went to meet and greet I took the chance to discover I looked outside at the covers over Rain droplets fell softly on my cheek Clouds breaking overhead Bring it back It was just in time for the old…
What I think about when I think of times past – ‘Blue’ By: Zoé W.G.
Blue: Women kneel before the stream and rub out dust, soil stains, they rub out long days of effort in one choral stroke. Blue stream, blue dresses, blue banging of washboards, echoing like the footsteps of a giant. And there…
Sunshine on my Shoulders – Brian Toomey
By Brian Toomey Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.Sunshine in my eyes can make me crySunshine on the water looks so lovely.Sunshine almost always makes me high If I had a day that I could give youI’d give to…
‘Dennis Taylor’ By: Seán Creedon
Was from Dublin. By: Liam Nolan Wearing glasses can be a disadvantage in most sports, but not in snooker, where Dennis Taylor made an optician famous by wearing his specially designed glasses. The man who developed Taylor’s distinctive…
‘Don’t Fence Me In’ – Brian Toomey
Don’t Fence Me In – Brian Toomey Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above Don’t fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love — Don’t fence me in. Let me…
A Poem – ‘Night’
Night And The Count prowls in the mirror of the lover’s moon. Blood sours in the Arctic urn, spills to the strokes of snow dropping on midnight leaves. This is the cavern club of the Uilleann piper, here a dirge…
Irish Proverbs
Irish Proverbs “Nil aon tintean mar do thintean fein.” There’s no fireside like your own fireside. “Never bolt the door with a boiled carrot.” “Man is incomplete until he marries. After that, he is finished.” “What butter and whiskey will…
Miss Flanagan Stumped By A Clue
Miss Flanagan was stuck on a crossword puzzle. “Without family or friend” … six letters. She sat back in her chair and chewed on the end of her pen, the answer just wouldn’t come. As she rattled her sizeable…