Gobshites Day June 2007

by | Mar 2, 2012 | Irish Politics, Poetry

Oh where to now my Raging Pointing Anger Scorns? at slant of pen on Tally Follies Known? The Great Listener kissed the youthful flesh that beckons Fate, who were Betrayed by Accepting Hands of Spawning Guiding Elders. As eye to eye and heart to heart of toe to toe to...

Danger Zone

by | Mar 2, 2012 | Irish Politics, Poetry

No judge swaying gavel, or judas Governing verb, nor Bias Pages of Pompous Obtuse Ink. Or scollop grasping Birthright Claim, beneath the Broadhaven gimlet pillaged Western shore. Would spawn the Precious Flesh, or lay a weary head beneath the Bellanaboy moon. Or tread...