ONE HOUR FORTY-FIVE,

MONDAY; ONE FORTY, WEDNESDAY,

EARLY SPRING-SMALL STEPS!

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Céadaoin, an deichiú lá de mhí Mheán Fómhair,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (Wednesday 10th September 2025)

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Day of lunacy,

Over and over again.

New leaf, anyone?

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Luain, an t-ochtú lá de mhí Mheán Fómhair,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (8th September 2025)

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Tá sé Dé Céadaoin,

That’s “Fasting Day” in Bhéarla.

Birds eat well this month!

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, 

Dé Céadoin, an tríú lá de mhí Mheán Fómhair,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (3rd September 2025)

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MELLOW FRUITFULNESS

BUT ONLY FOR SOME OF US.

THE BIRDS GOT THERE FIRST!

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé hAoine, an naoú lá is fiche de mhí Lúnasa,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (27th August 2025)

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A FAST-MOVING BAND

OF HEAVY RAIN’S NOW PLAYING

THE RAINDROP PRELUDE

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Céadoin, an seachtú lá is fiche de mhí Lúnasa,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (27th August 2025)

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Maidin mhaith! céad mile fáilte. Seo mo dhán: Haiku i stíl cheoil is “réabhlóidach”.

Good morning! a hundred thousand welcomes. Here is my poem: a musical and “revolutionary” Haiku. 

A RED LINE’S BEEN CROSSED

REVOLUTION’S WHAT WE NEED

ROOT AND BRANCH CLEAROUT

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Domnhnaigh, an deichiú lá de mhí L...

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NOW THEY’LL GIVE A DAMN,

THEY’VE COME FOR THE CHRISTIANS.

WINTRY DISCONTENT!

Dé Máirt, an dara lá is fiche de mhí Iúil, 2025.

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Haiku: Pond Life

Satisfying plop

Frog received by an old friend

Harmony restored

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Auschwitz, now Gaza.

Broken hearts cannot weep, so

rain feeds our snowdrops.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, 27th March 2025

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‘Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.’ Wise words from Samuel Beckett, a hero of mine who also wrote ‘All poetry is prayer’ – a thought I have taken to heart, and a subject for another time.

We love in a culture which sets great store by success and yet the greatest learning comes from mistakes, from failure, even from pain. We can then improve, do better...

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Green leaves gently sway,
before senescence sets in,
ask them how they feel.

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A mother feels all,
Shielding hearts from pain’s shadow,
No wounds passed along.

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