Blog Entries by Tommy Carroll

Shall I count

my friends? -

use my memory

or my fingers? -

when looking

in the mirror

do their smiles

smile back? -

when wiping cutlery

does the weight

of near

forgotten voices

hang heavy? -

or do they shine

for me

a laughing knowing gleam

of welcome? “

Words and image Tommy Carroll

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Monday 27th June 2022 2:12 pm

Spills

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Poetry:

Spilling a whiskey in an Irish bar

Shouting down the stairs in an empty house

Forgetting her middle name

and

Abandoning your pen

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Saturday 25th June 2022 1:20 pm

9 taps to access

Memories

Like wandering

Thoughts in a shouldering

crowd

Are

Humming, pointing

But not knowing that

Today

Is my last.

I used to know you

When once
I saw you.

And then I recalled

That to write

I should have

Thrown away all of my

Erasers.

And open the thinking curtins

This sun

Was suggesting

That I remove

My sunglasses.

...

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Sunday 19th June 2022 9:26 pm

"Thrall"

Stood up

Held back

Turned away

Bit lip

Silently swore

Left alone

Waited a lifetime

For her return.

words and images TH Carroll

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Friday 29th April 2022 12:37 pm

Hold back the louring sky!

In revolt:

Those that condemn a lie,

pave the faltering ground-

Those that stand their ground,

hold back the louring sky.

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Sunday 3rd April 2022 7:44 pm

A turning look

The more I see beyond
your reckoning words
and their sweet ache,
I realize you won
You always did
I gave,
You hid.

And this boyish want
has walked its way,
away from you
and despite my stay
and turning look
I was leaving by weighted
line and flying hook.

And this turning to your
wished for face
has piled the wanting
piled the weight
like stones not counted
but hurtful t...

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Tuesday 29th March 2022 3:07 pm

Who decides?

When is a frog not a tadpole?

when is a giant just tall?

how far must you travel to journey?

and whom deems a sacrifice small?

It depends on whom does the sizing

for they choose what's big and what's small

for whom holds the tape, measures context

holding history's context in thrawl.

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Monday 21st March 2022 7:18 pm

Children running and screaming

Murder of children

and thier children

are mothers and

cousins who recall

their grandmothers

and forget

sadly

the loss.

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Sunday 6th March 2022 9:08 pm

W in black

Wanda,

such a time,

was an air

promise,

wanted mail,

envelopes,

the sort that fall when

news is good to arrive.

She would traffic

your bumper-to-bumper

thoughts,

your ushered

streets

of firm respect,

with your belief,

Her laugh accompanied

that gentle shake of head

was more

fond of you

through open doorways.

Then glancin...

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Monday 28th February 2022 9:04 pm

At what point
is love in balance?
resolved?
love is not an
unyielding beam,
but
flects as weight
of want or force
of need offsets
another's wishes.
Yet
such scales can
never measure
loss nor the loss
of balance.

Verse and photo' by Tommy Carroll.

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Friday 25th February 2022 6:59 pm

Down by the sea

I lost my care-full

soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

She cast a smiling

glance...

where?

there,

looking back at me...

I'm sure

I left my soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

I stooped to pick

it up...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

I watched as

she walked away...

where?

there,

into the wait...

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Thursday 10th February 2022 11:51 pm

Again? or Capital Gains Taxed

To suffer
then kill
then suffer again
is the consequence
of profit
and enjoying its gain
of knowing
the difference
but
shouldering the blame
ignoring the consequence
again and again.

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Thursday 3rd February 2022 3:21 pm

Hence

My rhyming couplet

-at the metre's expence-

is knowing the difference

My rhyming couplet

-at the metre's expence-

is knowing the difference

if this makes sence-

is when to use when

from

when to use whence.

if this makes sence-

is when to use when

from

when to use whence.

Words and image by Thomas H Carroll

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Wednesday 2nd February 2022 1:21 am

Wheeled luggage

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I smoke and watch her

pack.

The taxi waits.

Then like a premonition

I have a mirrored memory

of her departure-

the scent of her

washed skin-

recalling the

ins and outs of our arguments...

She's smiling as she

leaves the echo of

our space.

She's laughing as we fail

to finish yet another argument...

I pick through the remains

of the accusations

th...

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Monday 31st January 2022 10:04 am

Time to decide

...along the shoreline

water's edge

Her loss skims across

its foaming roar,

I see her standing

on the ledge

of rock,

she's stood waiting

wanting more...

foto and words Tommy Carroll

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Wednesday 26th January 2022 2:34 pm

After the nearly before

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Before the after

I'm now nearly bald

once considered shorn,

like now nearly dead

not being un-born.

I used to be young

but now I'm not old,

like being informed

not being untold.

I used to be slight

but now I'm substantial,

like being skint

then becoming financial.

Words and image by Tommy Carroll

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Saturday 22nd January 2022 3:42 pm

"Taking the knee"?

We clap some Blacks,
we clap them Blacks,
tho' we mow those
others shacks
and dish out smacks,
we clap them Blacks
and forget those whacks
and their blistered backs
and hands that pick the
music tracks,

and then we clap them Blacks
them stand-up Blacks
but not them bent over blacks
for earning all your stacks
of dirty cash
and maids we lash
and keep from dash

yet we s...

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Monday 10th January 2022 11:42 pm

Waiting for our Mum