‘Haunting Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. 

‘Haunting Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. The soles of my feet are in heaven, Basking in the warm glow of turf flame. Wafting scents from a million year sod; Give pleasure to the welcoming nostril; The remainder ascends to the cosmos Ancient peat hisses in gentle disintegration. The Titan that is Earth […]

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‘Martha’s Final Teardrop’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Martha’s Final Teardrop’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. In a cold room of whispering lips, A small glint of sunlight dressed her face. Like a heavenly ray it brought colour to her Frail and wasted anaemic cheekbones. She used to scold us for calling her Martha. ‘I’m your mother and never forget that’. […]

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‘Final Bonfire’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. 

‘Final Bonfire’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Here in this small corner of my very troubled land, Crocodiles and dinosaurs bite off each others hands. We have vipers spitting poison as they linger in the past. And the mention of a name can tell if you are church or Mass. They fight o’er […]

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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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‘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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