‘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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‘The Rebel’ © Michael Chambers 2016. All Rights Reserved.

‘The Rebel’ © Michael Chambers 2016. All Rights Reserved. Foreign lead flying through a Belfast street, That struck me down from my feet, As the blood from my body flows by, The media will be telling how, This man was a terrorist insane, His group that caused destruction all around, Have put many in the […]

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‘Silence Of The Stones’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Silence Of The Stones’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Joe Canning ‘A look at Ireland in verse’ Oh what tales the stones could tell, Of Celtic men on mountain shelves, Of warrior, slave, of serf or early man. What would they say of those that lay, With warrior sword ‘neath Celtic clay, Of […]

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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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‘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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