OH THEY ARE GROWING LITTLE CHRISTMAS TREES IN MAY SOON THE BUDDING WILL COME CHESTNUTS THEN THE SMALL APPLE GROWING MATURING BIGGER STILL BIGGER ALL THE WAY TO AUTUMN AND WINTER AND LAST MAY IS ONLY A DARK MEMORY
A robin landed at my feet .
A robin landed at my feet Bowed its head For me to greet Then called a blackbird On a twig Asking the bird to sing The bird agreed Gave a quick aria and disappeared.
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IT IS EASY TO LOSE THE HEAD IN POLITICS
It is easy to lose the head in politics Send the wrong messages to the brain Take offence Be oppressive about the strangest things Little things Small things of no consequence Be angry among smiling faces Getting even becomes a pastime Putting rebukes into the dark chamber Of the mind To last a… Continue reading IT IS EASY TO LOSE THE HEAD IN POLITICS
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A Heron stands motionless on the bank
A Heron stands motionless on the bank Its head sunk into its shoulders Ready to pounce Suddenly its head bursts out casts a beady eye on the shallow water Ignoring the passers-by Some thing is going to die So that something will live
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HE STOLE INSIDE MY MIND
HE STOLE INSIDE MY MIND LOOKED AROUND TRYING TO FIND WHAT I AM AND STEAL IT I CONFRUNTED HIM AND KICKED HIM OUT.
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MY FRIEND BUTSI
MY FRIEND BUTSI An ordinary man was Butsi Not wound up in the world of commerce Or touched by tragedy He gave us all he had to give The routine of him coming to the door Fixing the doorbell Doing the odd message Stopping to talk… Continue reading MY FRIEND BUTSI
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NAAS TOWN COUNCIL
The Naas Town Council comprised individuals from all different shades of political persuasion. The local newspaper, the Leinster Leader, reported on the activities of the Council through their ace political reporter named Dirty Shirt. Dirty Shirt reported mainly the heated exchanges between individual councillors. One of his famous headlines on the Council proceedings was -Councillor… Continue reading NAAS TOWN COUNCIL
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I AM THE POET OF OLDTOWN
I am the poet of Oldtown My job is to serenade the flowers Taking my rhythm from the bees and trees And everything that grows And shows Even the Kingfisher Likes my muse And I enthuse In the soft element of delight To blossom in my inner sight Knowing everything has its season And needs… Continue reading I AM THE POET OF OLDTOWN
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EARLY SPRING
EARLY SPRING Daffodils are a month early A summer fragrance invades my senses The elders are pushing A young bee practices on a dandelion Buttercups everywhere Chestnuts make green fists Everything seems forward A robin chants its Lenten message on a stump To ease my concerns.
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STAGG CHAIN OF OFFICE
STAGG AND THE CHAIN OF OFFICE He wore his chain everywhere In the kitchen and up the stair The avenue and the park In the morning or after dark Wore it to the pub and school All to see he was no fool In the job and down the hall They might see it one… Continue reading STAGG CHAIN OF OFFICE
