Old Houses
Old Houses The old, old houses were leaning at crazy angles to the road. Here, no women were weaning. …
Category Archives: Poetry
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 …
The moment passes by the corner
The moment passes by the corner Have you ever stood on a street corner, somewhere, anywhere, everywhere? Remembering my there …
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 …
Kevin Connelly 