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Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
The 1st stanza asks a question to which the answer is, of course, “No”. John Milton wrote Areopagitica, an argument against censorship.
Sadly, in the Britain of 2025, poets, artists, journalists, religious leaders and The Man on the Clapham Omnibus now face routine harrassment by the UK Government and the police, enduring arrest and imprisonment without charge or trial: and for what? for oppos...
Thursday 14th August 2025 11:49 am
Unsuitable Activity for Poets
There are things a poet shouldn’t do
like fly a plane or fix a shoe
Or hang a picture on the wall
it will either slant, or fall
Any vocation that makes you bored
Accountancy is best ignored
Adopting an extreme yoga position
is at odds with a poetic disposition
Woodwork, tapestry or macrame
Joining the Territorial Army
Playing golf or running a bar
No poet...
Sunday 3rd August 2025 11:48 am
Call Yourself a Poet?
“Normality is a paved road:
it’s comfortable to walk,
but no flowers grow on it.”
Vincent Van Gogh.
The path that I choose is oft times, a rough one,
but better by far than the sterile paved desert:
yes, oft times I’ll stumble and sometimes I’ll fall,
but what use is certainty, knowing it all?
A better path’s found, as an old way is...
Sunday 1st June 2025 7:41 am
MO SHEACHT MBEANNACHT ORT, KNEECAP ! SAOIRSE CAINTE !
SAOIRSE CAINTE !
🌷💐💗💪🌷
SAOIRSE DON KNEECAP!
💐💗💪🌷💐💗 💪
SAOIRSE DON PHALAISTÍN !
💐💗💪🌷💐💗 💪🌷
MO SHEACHT MBEANNACHT ORT, PHALAISTÍN !
💗💪🌷💐💗 💪🌷 💐💗💪🌷💐💗
MO SHEACHT MBEANNACHT ORT, KNEECAP !
🌷💐💗💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐🌷💐💗
MY SEVEN BLESSINGS ON YOU, KNEECAP !
💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐
CAPALL NA BEATHA AN GRÁ, KNEECAP !
💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐
LOVE MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND, KNEECAP !
...Saturday 3rd May 2025 10:10 am
Perturbation
Every room I enter feels like a stage, and I’m the actor that forgets the lines
The constriction gnawing in my throat as I feel the acid burn
I see their faces alight with joy, reeling in echoes of my defeat
I bat my eyes, look to the floor with crumbling hands, the nails bitten off
If only I could peel away the skin of doubt and wear something lighter
Tear away the facade of perfection t...
Monday 20th January 2025 10:05 pm
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