Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest Three generations of worker looked up in the fall of the mid-morning sun United in theme for maybe the first time, focused on getting it done Signaled as one with a rap on the pain, then summonsed to wait at the door Smuggled out delph and …

A poem about Internet addiction

A rhyme about Sulky racing

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest All too familiar like the back of my hand Canvassing this winter borne decline Registering the granules of faster moving sand Paradigms infusion by design Captive to a window honourable and sheer The evening shades beneath are kept in mind Iridescent watermarks betray the late veneer …

A poem about a children's football match

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest Beveled in the corner for protection Sipping on a drink I didn’t need Awkwardly evading my reflection While leafing through a book I couldn’t read A farmer’s son cut loose among the city In human form but not unlike King Kong Holding strangers eyes and more’s …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest The puca arrived for the first time as the children got ready for bed Dressed to the nines in his shirt and tie with a chimney pot hat on his head Wafting his way through the hallway, he stopped at the back bedroom door Silent and …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest January second and the purge has begun No sweets, treats, sneaky cheats, no alcohol, no fun No lounging in the afternoon, no dawdling this year It’s detox, drills and diet pills in brand new running gear I’ll carbo-cut, loose the gut and camp out in the …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest What ever happened to Gary? Where did it all go wrong? One day you’re proudly Cock of the walk Popular, proper and strong Then all of a sudden you’re nothing Cast aside like a knave Thrown out like yesterday’s leavings With Barry or Derek or Dave …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest Sugar is bad for you, bread is bad for you, so too are butter and eggs A sedentary lifestyle is bad for your health, but running is bad for your legs Low fat is bad for you; no fat is bad for you, fat in the …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest Sister Mary Francis was once Noreen to her friends But no one’s called her Noreen in an age Noreen was a live wire, or so the story goes But she’s half a century now behind the stage Never a begrudger she seemed happy with her lot …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest Sister Mary Francis was once Noreen to her friends But no one’s called her Noreen in an age Noreen was a live wire, or so the story goes But she’s half a century now behind the stage Never a begrudger she seemed happy with her lot …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest He was a brimey curmudgeon While she shouldered all of his shame Well into winter on Thursday On the eight o’clock Sligo bound train Laden with trinkets and clobber Auld tat that nobody needs Sold as a pup for a bargain And bought like the custom …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest When John Thomas died in November attendances dropped by a third The kettle still danced on the pot-hook but one of three cups never stirred Into Winter he’d fetched and he’d carried, though in truth the ladies did more But the habits ingrained in a lifetime …

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on Pinterest It was built before my gran-aunt could remember Two and a bit fields in off the road Freshly white-washed now in late September And readied for what winter might offload The woman in the window stands depleted Flakes of sky blue paint pooled at her feet …