‘If Only I… An Exile’s Regret’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘If Only I… An Exile’s Regret’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. If e’er you hear me laughing loud, My friend ’tis all a sham, For here before you stands a sorry, Sad tormented man. If I could turn back pages, Turn back the hands of time, I’d sleep with comfort in my bed, […]

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‘A Lesson For His Lordship’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘A Lesson For His Lordship’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Cold sweat drenched his wrinkled brow. Perhaps guilt invaded his tortured slumber. In flight he went twixt hedge and thorny thicket, Panting, wheezing, grunting, puffing, unceasing. Capture would mean his Earthly extinction. The hunters to his rear bent on his destruction. Vulnerable at […]

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‘Mammy’s Mucky Pool’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved

‘Mammy’s Mucky Pool’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved Joe Canning ‘A look at Ireland in verse’ The muck pool in our garden was our playground. We wallowed, splashed and skidded after school. Ma would scold us for not wearing wellies, And spoiling shoes we wore to National school Da would mutter– “Stop yer […]

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‘Angel in a Field of Rye’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Angel in a Field of Rye’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. I watched her from a distance. An image of colour in a silent field. Serenity, soothed me in abundance. Grasses swayed as starlings do; In the dusk of evening o’er a meadow. Motionless she gazed toward the blue. My curiosity wanted to […]

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‘The Children of Limbo’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘The Children of Limbo’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Sick to my stomach. I am alone and thinking. I have heard of the sunken pit. That covert crypt of angels. Eight hundred innocents! Eight hundred defenceless souls! Without baptism, without sin. Dishonoured by Brides of Christ. Followers of the orders of the Father, […]

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‘Found’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Found’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. He was a confused individual, I watched as his eyes moistened. In his hand a long awaited letter, On the envelope a Dublin postmark. The Canning river passed idly by. Perth was at peace but not he. I waited on some words to come; From the lips […]

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‘The Folk By The Roadside’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘The Folk By The Roadside’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. SEE: Joe Canning’s Poetry Page on Facebook Piebald ponies grazed on a roadside swathe. Twig and branch burned under black pot, Mothers stirred their broths of turnip and rabbit. Hands and complexions ravaged by cruel winds. Few words were exchanged with passing strangers, […]

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‘The Thieves of a Faraway Chamber’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘The Thieves of a Faraway Chamber’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Whigs gathered in a foreign chamber, “Hear, hears” mingled with the guffaws. In an Irish field, a cleansing progressed. Absentee masters cackled in their silks. Laughing were the devil’s of destruction. No dirt would stain their greedy hands. Willing disciples, easily coaxed; […]

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