‘Tommy’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Tommy’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. Jet black pools in the yard; Money gone, hope dwindling. Puddles of black water drying. Middle aged man crying. His once overworked scales rusted; In a state of redundancy Shovels leaned in a state of unemployment No longer required by labouring hands. Ma ironed his seldom worn […]

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‘Charlie Goes To Town’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Charlie Goes To Town’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Now here’s a little tale of Uncle Charlie. He likes a small libation now and then. So now and then he heads for Dicey Reilly’s, With his paper and his crossword and his pen. He sits there in the place called ‘liars corner’, With […]

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‘An Báta Scoil’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘An Báta Scoil’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. The tally stick… ‘An Báta Scoil’, that hung behind the classroom door, was daily cut from nearby hanging bough. Used to still our ancient tongue they strung it to ancestral young, whom they considered stupid, savage, wild. The tutor warned them every day, that Gaelic […]

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‘Dusk on Lough Tay’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Dusk on Lough Tay’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. ‘Tis only when the setting sun; above Lough Tay retires till dawn and casts its waning rays upon her waters; that man can see with naked eye the magic of a dark’ning sky, conjuring a sight of bliss and wonder. Nestling in the Wicklow […]

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‘Bottle Top Eddie from Bantry’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Bottle Top Eddie from Bantry’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. A living treasure that’s my dad, Father, granddad, lovely man. Early mornings down the bay, When the tide has crept away. Refuse bags in either hand Clearing plastic from the land. Bags of black and bags of green Collecting tops for folk in […]

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‘Kilkenny Dream’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Kilkenny Dream’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Last night in the depths of my slumber, A portrait of home came to me, I stood at the foot of mount Brandon, Enthralled and bewitched by the scene. The butterfly danced o’er the Barrow The barge drifted silently by I was back home in old […]

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‘Patriotic Thoughts’ © Joe Canning 2016. All Rights Reserved.

‘Patriotic Thoughts’ © Joe Canning 2016. All Rights Reserved. Ireland… Mother Ireland, I despair of those in power. Unfree… from that captured corner, thy children call. Shall… ye someday be rid of thy shackles? Yes. Never… will those that served thee be forgotten. Be… it another century of waiting, we will persist. At… all times […]

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