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As Winter Fades
As winter fades and turns to spring,
my spirits soar to hear birds sing
those songs unheard for far too long,
but welcome now amid the throng
returned to make the welkin ring.
The sense of joy this sound can bring
for such a subtle, simple thing,
to see flocks back where they belong,
as winter fades.
For some time yet a chill may cling
to fluttered feathers ...
Friday 21st January 2022 4:09 pm
The Bean Sí’s Cry
The bean sí’s cry defiles the night,
foreshadowing a spirit’s flight,
and as the final moment nears
at last she can release the tears
held back throughout that final fight.
Yet even at her heart-ache’s height
she clings to hope, however slight,
it’s in an evil dream she hears
the bean sí’s cry.
The flickering of candlelight
reflects in eyes now brimming brig...
Thursday 1st August 2019 6:11 am
In Dreams She Came
In dreams she came, my perfect girl,
To send my feelings all awhirl .
My dreaming eyes with joy would gleam
To see her beauty so supreme
I almost thought my toes would curl.
So when those dreams came to unfurl,
And tenderness my senses twirl,
In passion nightly it would seem
In dreams she came.
No matter were I king or earl,
Nor yet reduced to lowest churl,
...Monday 17th October 2016 6:18 pm
Friendship
To be your friend is my desire;
And friendship’s bonds we can acquire
That last lifelong, through all our days,
With such a strength to brightly blaze
Though tested by misfortune’s fire.
So to this friendship I’ll aspire,
And set a mind that will not tire
Of finding all the many ways
To be your friend.
And in my turn I will conspire
To gain your friendship a...
Friday 26th August 2016 2:20 pm
To Find The Muse
To find the muse I know not how;
As skittish wench or sacred cow.
She’ll tantalise and lead you on,
But suddenly you find her gone
And left you with a knotted brow.
The words won’t come at all somehow,
As gloomily your head will bow;
Though you contrive to battle on
To find the muse.
Those hopeful dreams of verse endow
Your aspiration here and now
For ins...
Thursday 28th April 2016 5:47 pm
It is Too Much
It is too much t’ take in at once,
With too many things going on,
Nothing is really that certain,
It’s like I’m running in circles,
And often I feel like I’m lost.
I ask myself, ‘Could I belong?’
Maybe I really don’t want to,
Or maybe I do, but, I’m sure,
It is too much.
O', could it be by fate or luck
To be where I have ended up?
I ask, ‘Is it real...
Tuesday 17th February 2015 7:27 pm
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