NONET DON CHRANN NOLLAG

Christmas Tree Nonet

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SEE!

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*A STAR*,

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*ONE OF A*

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*CONSTELLATION*,

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*THERE, HIGH ON THE TIP*.

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*DOWN HERE, FOR YOU TO READ*,

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*THIS POET’S MESSAGE, JUST FOR YOU*,

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*WISHES OF HOPE AND OF GREAT JOY*,

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*EVERGREEN, BELOW THIS CHRISTMAS TREE*.

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Trees stand nearly bare
Arms aloft in anguish
Or perhaps rejoicing
Finally unburdened
Leaves caught in a crosswind
Scattered down the avenue
The sun is low and white
Shadows stretch
And wander...

So begins a hibernation
To refill and replenish
Answer the changing seasons
Provoked by incessant light
They will bloom again 
With intricacies and treasures
Broken branches
Birds to she...

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Dear Lord of mercy and order,

You who shaped the constellations

and placed every heart upon its rightful path—

hear me.

You have destined me a man,

steady as an oak,

a harbor built for my future.

In him, I find peace,

honor, and the promise of a home.

But another soul tempted my spirit—

a lightning in the dark,

a soul I touched only in passing.

Not min...

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May 1886

Hidden –

plain view –

either side

of an atomied veil.

A spectral dress,

brilliant under

the white wood covering:

heliotrope and violets,

lady’s slipper

from the homestead,

now one week past.

Hidden exists –

Hidden is present,

cramming invisibility

like a swarm.

Solitude is

the pressure of

nothing,

filled to th...

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(a poem for the hills that remember)

There is a silence the world cannot name—

a silence not born of fear,

but of memory,

and men who have seen too much to speak.

Between the spears,

hung gently on bamboo walls,

something waits.

Not war.

Not peace.

Something older.

The boy in Mon sharpens wood not for battle,

but because his father did.

And his fath...

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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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 !

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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...

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