To all who have been disturbed in their sleep by youths search for security
On great black machines that bat flit at night these modern Draculas, swooping vampires, make lightning raids on pensioners milk …
Category Archives: Poetry
Old Houses
Old Houses The old, old houses were leaning at crazy angles to the road. Here, no women were weaning. …
Who am I
Who am I, now? I am beyond the point of no return, more than half a century. I am not …
The Emperor Has No Clothes
The Emperor Has No Clothes I I’m often told ‘twas a lovely day, No doubt the sun was warm the …
They always lie to us
They always lie to us They always lie to us. When they proclaim they are telling the truth they act …
City Children
City Children Some, when they see them, are prone to predict the gloomiest of futures. But now they are children …
5 shorter poems
At least one thing At least one thing I’ll remember, he smiled happily under the bedclothes. Bare arms lay suggestive …
On first reading Dermot Bolger’s “Temptation”
On first reading Dermot Bolger’s “Temptation” I too know that road, the garage, the sharp bend, the hump-backed bridge, over …
In Times of Civil Wars
In Times of Civil Wars I It is still widely written that in Eighteen Sixty-Five at the hour of his …
I am rock
I am rock I am rock, I am stone, I am old but I am here. I was once something …
