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POET'S PLATFORM AT Tigh Filí Arts Centre Mac Curtain Street, Cork
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Cork Poetry

POET'S PLATFORM AT Tigh Filí Arts Centre
Mac Curtain Street, Cork

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Poetry Ireland
120 St Stephen's Green, Dublin 2


Waterford Poetry
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Errigal Writers
OPEN MIKE POETRY VENUE
EVERY TUESDAY @ 8pm : Admission FREE
Glen of Aherlow, 29 Emmet Road Kilmainham
Featuring, special guests, open mike, recordings, & video's
Buses, 78A, 51A, 51B & 51C stop at the door (from Aston Quay). Also the Red Line Tram stops nearby at Suir Rd. Bridge.
Read your work, catch up on the gossip and hear what's going down!


NEW KINVARA POETRY NIGHT
9.00pm, 2nd Monday Every Month
GREEN’S BAR, KINVARA

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Scribbler’s Cafe and Wine Bar
Middle Street, Galway
See North Beach Nights (this page)

Java’s Coffee House, Abbeygate Steet
The Fiction Clinic with Susan Millar DuMars.
Tuesday
Fee: 8 Euro per session (6 Euro concession) for details 087-9428540

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WESTERN WRITERS’ CENTRE
- IONAD SCRÁDBHNEOIRÁ CHAITLÁN MAUDE
34 Nuns Island, GALWAY
Western Writers' Centre Plans Major Autumn Literary Event
www.thepoetrymill.blogspot.com and www.thestorybarn.blogspot.com
Submissions to writersgalway@eircom.net or sylfredcar@iolfree.ie

Galway Writers Centre


DUBLIN POETRY
Dublin Poetry Revival
VENUE: The Left Bank (behind the Oliver St John Gogarty's Bar, Fleet St;)
DATE: Every Tuesday night
TIME: 7.30p.m. ‘til 10.30p.m. Open Mic for everyone so come along!! For more info contact Gerry Mc Namara at write_recite@hotmail.com


2012 Over The Edge New Writer of The Year competition
€1,000 in prize money and much, much more
Major Sponsor: Charlie Byrne’s Bookshop,
other sponsors to date:
ISupply, Quay Street
The Creole Restaurant, Dominick Street (opening soon)

In 2012 Over The Edge is continuing its exciting annual creative writing competition. The competition is open to both poets and fiction writers. The total prize money is €1,000. The best fiction entry will win €300. The best poetry entry will win €300. One of these will then be chosen as the overall winner and will receive an additional €400, giving the overall winner total prize money of €700 and the title Over The Edge New Writer of The Year 2012. The 2012 Over The Edge New Writer of The Year will be a Featured Reader at an Over The Edge: Open Reading to be scheduled in Galway City Library in Winter 2012/13. Salmon Poetry will read, without commitment to publish, a manuscript submitted to them by the winner in the poetry category. Doire Press will read, without commitment to publish, a manuscript of short stories submitted to them by the winner in the fiction category. The winning poems and the winning story will both be published in a special Over The Edge Tenth Birthday anthology which will be published during 2013.

Entries should be sent to Over The Edge, New Writer of the Year competition, 3 Carbry Road, Newcastle, Galway, Ireland with an accompanying SAE. Entries will be judged anonymously, so do not put your name on your poem(s) or story. Put your contact details on a separate sheet.

Criteria: fiction of up to three thousand words, three poems of up to forty lines, or one poem of up to one hundred lines. Multiple entries are acceptable but each must be accompanied by a fee. The fee for one entry is €10. The fee for multiple entries is €7.50 per entry e.g. two entries will cost €15, three entries €22.50 and so on. Fee payable by cheque or money order to Over The Edge. To take part you must be at least sixteen years old by September 1st 2012 and not have a book published or accepted for publication in the genre in which you enter. Chapbooks excepted. Entries must not have been previously published or be currently entered in any other competition.

The closing date is Wednesday, August 8th, 2012. A long-list will be announced in Charlie Byrne’s Bookshop on Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012. A shortlist will be announced at the Over The Edge: Open Reading in Galway City Library on Thursday, August 30th, 2012. The winners will be announced at the Over The Edge reading in Galway City Library on Thursday, September 27th, 2012.

This year’s competition judge is John Corless. John lives near Claremorris, in County Mayo, and is a vastly experienced creative writing tutor. He has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Lancaster and is currently researching a PhD. Many satisfied students have taken John’s creative writing courses at GMIT Castlebar, over the past number of years. Some have gone on to win prizes and had their work published. John has also facilitated workshops with active retired groups in Ballindine and Ballinrobe also in County Mayo – both groups launching anthologies of their work. John has facilitated workshops as part of the Luisne project, and has mentored students in the UK, USA and Uganda. He has also given workshops at a number of festivals and summer schools and has worked in national and secondary schools, facilitating both creative writing and drama workshops. He has performed his work all over the country, including at the Electric Picnic, the Force 12 Festival, The Munster Literary Festival, Over The Edge, and The Whitehouse Poetry Revival. He regularly features on RTE and local radio stations. He writes poetry, drama and fiction. His work has been published internationally and he has won many prizes for his writing. John’s debut poetry collection, Are you ready? (Salmon Poetry) was published in 2009 and has sold out two print runs making it a poetry best seller. John’s poetry is a mix of political and satirical; one critic described it as Paul Durcan meets The Sawdoctors. Another said: "... he shines the tell tale torchlight of his killer wit into all the most embarrassing areas of contemporary Irish life. No-one is safe..."
For further details contact Over The Edge on 087-6431748,
e-mail over-the-edge-openreadings@hotmail.com
or see http://overtheedgeliteraryevents.blogspot.com
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Galway
May Over The Edge Writers' Gathering
at The Kitchen @ The Museum
with New Writer of The Year Eimear Ryan
The May 'Over The Edge: Open Reading' takes place in Galway City Library on Thursday, May 31st, 6.30-8.00pm. The Featured Readers are Eimear Ryan, Adam White & Bernie Ashe. Eimear Ryan was the over-all winner of the 2011 Over The Edge New Writer of The Year competition and this reading is part of her prize. This is the final Over The Edge: Open Reading before the summer break.

Bernie Ashe was born in Galway city and, apart from some years in the UK and America, has lived her life there. She took a couple of creative writing classes with Celeste Augé and Susan Millar DuMars some years ago, but it wasn't until she attended poetry classes with Kevin Higgins over the past couple of years that her interest in writing poetry arose. Since then she has contributed to Open Mic readings at Over The Edge readings in Galway City Library and was short-listed in the Over The Edge New Writer of The Year competition in 2011. Her poetry draws on themes of relationships and nature.

Adam White is from Youghal in east Cork. He began reading and writing poetry in earnest three years ago, having taken part in the North Beach Nights poetry slam in Galway. Teaching English at present, he has worked in a variety of jobs at home and abroad, including six years as a carpenter/joiner. It is mainly the experiences and love of doing a job well that inspire his poems. He was among the prize winners at the 2011 Cúirt Festival Poetry Grand Slam and has read his poems at The Electric Picnic. Adam's debut collection of poems is forthcoming from Doire Press.

Eimear Ryan's fiction has appeared in The Irish Times, The Stinging Fly, New Irish Writing, Necessary Fiction and Horizon Review. She was the winner of the Sean Dunne Young Writers' Award 2011 and the Hennessy Award for First Fiction 2009. She is currently studying creative writing at Trinity College and is writing a novel. She is the 2011 Over The Edge New Writer of The Year.

As usual there will be an open-mic after the Featured Readers have finished. New readers are always most welcome. The MC for the evening will be Susan Millar DuMars.

Over The Edge acknowledges the ongoing generous financial support of Galway City Council & The Arts Council. http://overtheedgeliteraryevents.blogspot.com


CREATIVE WRITING CLASSES & POETRY WORKSHOPS
WITH SUSAN MILLAR DUMARS & KEVIN HIGGINS
AT GALWAY ARTS CENTRE STARTING IN EARLY MAY
Writers At Work: A Course With Susan Millar DuMars
TUESDAY AFTERNOONS
Have you got pages in a drawer you've been wanting to show someone? This course is for writers who are at work on a project. This could be a novel, short story, collection of stories, sequence of poems, or even a play or film script.

Participants' only homework each week will be to read two fifteen page extracts from other students' manuscripts and be prepared for a 20-30 minute discussion on same. Providing generous and specific feedback on others' work helps us to be inspired risk takers in our own writing. Each participant will experience at least one such session of feedback on their own work. An in-class writing exercise at the start of each class will serve to further shake off mental cobwebs, and perhaps lead us into new writing. This is an ideal course for the hardworking but isolated writer.

The course is takes place on Tuesdays (2-4pm) starting on Tuesday May 8th and runs for eight weeks. Places must be booked in advance. The cost to participants is €95 with a concession rate. To register contact Galway Arts Centre, 47 Dominick Street, Galway. Telephone 091-565886. Email:

Facilitator Susan Millar DuMars' debut poetry collection, Big Pink Umbrella, was published by Salmon Poetry in 2008. Her next collection, Dreams for Breakfast, appeared in 2010. Her work features in Landing Places, Dedalus' 2010 anthology of immigrant poetry written in Ireland; and also in The Best Of Irish Poetry 2010. A fiction writer as well, she published a collection of short stories, Lights In The Distance, with Doire Press in 2010. She has been the recipient of an Arts Council Literature Bursary for her stories. She lives in Galway, where she and her husband have run the Over the Edge readings series since 2003. Susan is currently at work on her third poetry collection, The God Thing, to be published early next year by Salmon.

DAYTIME CREATIVE WRITING WITH SUSAN MILLAR DUMARS
MONDAY AFTERNOONS
In May, Galway Arts Centre presents a daytime class for all those beginner and continuing creative writing students out there, both facilitated by Susan Millar DuMars.
The class is suitable for both beginning and continuing creative writing students, working in either poetry or fiction. Students will spend their week responding to writing exercises designed to inspire, rather than inhibit. In class, they will receive gentle feedback on their work from their classmates and from the teacher. The class takes place on Monday afternoons, 2-3.30pm, commencing on Monday, May 14th.

The cost to participants is 90 Euro with a concession price. Booking is essential as places are limited. For booking please contact Galway Arts Centre, 47 Dominick Street, phone 091 565886 or email

SPRING POETRY WORKSHOPS AT GALWAY ARTS CENTRE WITH KEVIN HIGGINS
Thursday, Friday & Saturday afternoons
Starting in May, Galway Arts Centre is offering aspiring poets a choice of three poetry workshops, all facilitated by poet Kevin Higgins, whose best-selling first collection, The Boy With No Face, published by Salmon Poetry, was short-listed for the 2006 Strong Award for Best First Collection by an Irish poet. Kevin's second collection of poems, Time Gentlemen, Please, was published in 2008 by Salmon Poetry and his poetry is discussed in The Cambridge Introduction to Modern Irish Poetry. His third collection Frightening New Furniture was published in 2010 by Salmon and his work also appears in the generation defining anthology Identity Parade -New British and Irish Poets (Ed. Roddy Lumsden, Bloodaxe, 2010). A collection of Kevin's essays and book reviews, Mentioning The War , has just been published by Salmon Poetry in the Spring of 2012. His next collection of poetry, The Ghost in The Lobby, will be published in early 2013, also by Salmon.

Kevin is an experienced workshop facilitator and several of his students have gone on to achieve publication success. One of his workshop participants at Galway Arts Centre won the prestigious Hennessy Award for New Irish Poetry, another the Cúirt New Writing Prize, and yet another the Cúirt Poetry Grand Slam, while several have published collections of their poems. Kevin is also co-organiser of the successful Over The Edge reading series which specialises in promoting new writers.

Each workshop will run for eight weeks, commencing the week of May 8th. They will take place on Thursday afternoons, 2-4pm (first class May 10th); on Friday afternoons, 2-3.30pm (first class May 11th) and on Saturday afternoons, 2-3.30pm (first class May 12th).

The Friday and Saturday afternoon workshops are open to both complete beginners as well as those who've been writing for some time. The Thursday afternoon workshop is an Advanced Poetry Workshop, suitable for those who've participated in poetry workshops before or had poems published in magazines. The cost to participants is €90, with a concession rate.

Places must be paid for in advance. To reserve a place contact Galway Arts Centre, 47 Dominick Street, phone 091 565886 or email

AND TAKING ENTRIES NOW
2012 Over The Edge New Writer of The Year competition
Major Sponsor: Charlie Byrne's Bookshop
ISupply, Quay Street
Ward's Hotel, Lower Salthill
The Creole Restaurant, Dominick Street (opening soon)

In 2012 Over The Edge is continuing its exciting annual creative writing competition. The competition is open to both poets and fiction writers. The total prize money is €1,000. The best fiction entry will win €300. The best poetry entry will win €300. One of these will then be chosen as the overall winner and will receive an additional €400, giving the overall winner total prize money of €700 and the title Over The Edge New Writer of The Year 2012. The 2012 Over The Edge New Writer of The Year will be a Featured Reader at an Over The Edge: Open Reading to be scheduled in Galway City Library in Winter 2012/13. Salmon Poetry will read, without commitment to publish, a manuscript submitted to them by the winner in the poetry category. Doire Press will read, without commitment to publish, a manuscript of short stories submitted to them by the winner in the fiction category. The winning poems and the winning story will both be published in a special Over The Edge Tenth Birthday anthology which will be published during 2013.

Entries should be sent to Over The Edge, New Writer of the Year competition, 3 Carbry Road, Newcastle, Galway, Ireland with an accompanying SAE. Entries will be judged anonymously, so do not put your name on your poem(s) or story. Put your contact details on a separate sheet.

Criteria: fiction of up to three thousand words, three poems of up to forty lines, or one poem of up to one hundred lines. Multiple entries are acceptable but each must be accompanied by a fee. The fee for one entry is €10. The fee for multiple entries is €7.50 per entry e.g. two entries will cost €15, three entries €22.50 and so on. Fee payable by cheque or money order to Over The Edge. To take part you must be at least sixteen years old by September 1st 2012 and not have a book published or accepted for publication in the genre in which you enter. Chapbooks and pamphlets excepted. Entries must not have been previously published or be currently entered in any other competition. The competition is open to writers worldwide.

The closing date is Wednesday, August 8th, 2012. A long-list will be announced in Charlie Byrne's Bookshop on Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012. A shortlist will be announced at the Over The Edge: Open Reading in Galway City Library on Thursday, August 30th, 2012. The winners will be announced at the Over The Edge reading in Galway City Library on Thursday, September 27th, 2012.

This year's competition judge is John Corless. John Corless lives near Claremorris, in County Mayo, and is a vastly experienced creative writing tutor. Many satisfied students have taken John's creative writing courses at GMIT Castlebar, over the past number of years. John's debut poetry collection, Are you ready? (Salmon Poetry) was published in 2009.

For further details contact Over The Edge on 087-6431748
email:

or see http://overtheedgeliteraryevents.blogspot.com

POEMS

Without a doubt
A Limerick’s about
To burst from my soul and go Yonder.
Now if any can tell me
What my Limerick will be
tis sure I will no longer ponder

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There once was a pigeon with vertigo
Who always approached a long drop slow
And thought what a bind to be in
For a pigeon it must be a sin
To be frightened to fly anywhere that you go


THE UNICORN
Awake he sleeps a dreaming
as the rains fall quick and slow
his thoughts they fly a speeding
from whence he cannot know

The moment lasts forever
yet though lingering still is gone
a distant echo in the forest
a song from way beyond

To stir the breeze with gentle fingers
and sing forever would be sweet
to slide toward the rainbow's end
a reckoning to meet

'Tis there all pastures wander
thru the everlasting storm
to that place where pots of gold
are souls entwined in shapeless form

<H 29/11/01

 

THE SPUNKY MAN POEM
I knew a spunky man
Who slept in a spunky bed
Everything was spunky
Including everything he said
There was spunk all over the ceiling
There was spunk all over the floor
and every time he went and came
there was spunk a little more

I knew a spunky man
Who lived in a spunky house
There was spunk between the rafters
and spunk on the resident mouse
There was spunk upon the balcony
And spunk all down the stairs
You never would see such a spunky house
If you travelled the world everywheres

I knew a spunky man
who longed for a spunky wife
to take care of all the spunk
that was cluttering up his life
There was spunk inside his bankbook
There was spunk just everywhere
The only place there was no spunk
was in Mrs Robinson’s chair

Mrs Robinson was
A friend of the spunky man
She didn't seem to mind at all
she even bought him a spunking can
But there were certain conditions
Mrs Robinson set
and one of them said there'd be no spunk
on the chair in which she sat

Yes I knew a spunky man
who lived a spunky life
perhaps by now he's found himself
a lovely spunking wife
But the house in which he lives
is a terrible site to see
its been leaking spunk from the windows
since 1953

Oh there was a spunky man
the spunkiest of all
who said spunk this
then said spunk that
then said hell well spunk 'em all
The last I knew he was still
spunking on his way
heading down the spunky road
to another spunking day
<H


Longing
Lay my head in your lap my love
So that I may know your longing
Let my lips speak silent whispers
To caress your ceaseless wanting
As your body lies a trembling

Lay your head in my lap my love
So that you may know my longing
Let your lips speak silent whispers
To caress my ceaseless wanting
As my body lies a trembling

Lay your hand in my hand my love
Let my fingers feel your passion
Walk a while besides me
As though somehow it still is fashion

Lay my hand in your hand my love
Let your fingers feel my passion
I'll walk a while besides you
As though somehow it still is fashion
<H 2007


Defence
I stand embattled amid the throng of j’ai accuse
Pen drawn and sharpened ’gainst bullet and sword
Unflinching they do not hesitate to use
Their weapons against me and the word
In the name of justice and of what is right
The legions gather preparing to fight

In a still place of silence the albatross soars
Fearless and bold as his wings wide unfurl
The clamouring hordes so far below
are but memories from long long ago

A blanket of cloud eclipses the sun
Divorced from the light the free bird is one
Unfettered, released, the free skies to roam
A star in the darkness in a world that is home

They shout and they holler, j’ai accuse j’ai accuse
Answers too clear they twist to confuse
I stand embattled ’gainst the throng yet I muse
On differences ’tween right and wrong they abuse
Is dream an illusion or could it be real
j’ai accuse, j’ai accuse, I lodge my final appeal
<H

UNTITLED
Lonely people line the street
the fanfare of the common man
a whistle blows
a church bell tolls
a vessel leaves the harbour
salvation's prayer
a moment's glory
a smiling face remembered
a reaching hand
a dream denied
the pages of life's story
<H

Old Penis Poem
My nookie days are over
My pilot light is out
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my water spout.

Time was when, on its own accord
From my trousers it would spring
But now I've got a full-time job
To find the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing
The way it would behave
For every single morning
It would stand and watch me shave.

Now as old age approaches
It sure gives me the blues
To see it hang its little head
And watch me tie my shoes.
anon

Instant
The poems of life
a horse in a breeze
an honest wife
the lies that deceive
flesh on the bone
yet nothing to chance
companions alone
in the looking glass
where the face of illusion
stands proud and tall
lies only deliver
truth to us all
<H

BARFLY
I am just a fly in a bar
Nobody knows me and
I don't know who you are

I land on hanging clothing
I examine covered food
I believe my life has meaning
even though you think me crude

Yes I am just a fly in a bar
my life is over before it gets far
I watch the correlation
of father, mother, daughter, son
though you may swat me down
who knows who may have won

I am just a fly in a bar
you might see me someplace near or far
and if you do then this I ask of you
see my wings of gossamer
see my thoughts of silken thread
see my vision as I see you
and stop a while to ponder
this world in which we live
for just like you, I too
have something to give

I am just a fly in a bar
my friends are scattered wide and far
this karmic burden
I carry on my frame
for I am a fly in a bar
that's the nature of my game
<h 9.6.02

SUMMER
Summer is like
a Whore
as she raids
herself from the higher
God, but who's to say
she wades
herself through
the human race
M.Michelle 3-1-02

WINTER
As she rides
the storm she
fades out

You see her
coming as
she yearns her
way forward
for a month or two

that's why she
begins at
the end of each year

M.Michelle 3-1-02

Hyperion's song of destiny
You stride up there in the light
on soft ground, blessed spirits!
Luminous divine breezes
touch you gently,
as the fingers of a woman player
touch holy strings

Freed of all fate, as the sleeping
infant, breathe those in heaven:
chastely preserved
in a modest bud,
their spirit
blossoms eternally;
and their blessed eyes
look out in peaceful, perpetual clearness.

But to us has been allotted
to rest at no abode;
vanish and fall
will a suffering mankind
blindly from one
hour unto the next,
be cast like the water
from cliff unto cliff,
through the years, down into the uncertain.
Friedrich Hölderlin

FAMILY
Family is family it is said
but mine is not
sometimes I swear
we is the worst o' the lot

MY LOVE
She came
She went
She came, she went
She came
She went
my love

<H 1-10-2001


THE BOSTON STRANGER—an English recollection
From Donkey Town to Dummer
through the Fairleigh Wallop hay
From Alfred's Tower to Croydon Hill all along the Brendon Way
I wandered as a pilgrim bent on feckled mare
never knowing what I'd find
whensoever I got there

I took a turn at Battery Hill bound for the Freedom Trail
to find myself a peddling head on agin a gale
I set myself one mighty fight
to task that vicious storm
knowing I would some day find my way back home.

It was then and there I smelt it like a vat of rhubarb wine
that old familiar Holborn air where me granddad wasn't born
or was it no me granddaughter, well I'm really nay so sure
it must have been but one, but it might have been t'other
cos I duzna have no sister and I's only got one bruvver.

The doctor said he couldn't help
I had a solid head
no matter what he pumped at it
’twould cure nowt all he said
So I took to eating sawdust pie every Saturday afternoon
with a kind of hopelessness, every bite the taste of doom
that stretched just like the avalanche of a tidal wave at sea
oh gawd look out now christ — here it come again
I woke at Effingham Junction and missed the last damned train

The cleaning woman looked at me at a little after five
my ankles in the urinal where I smelled more dead than live
I wouldn't have been as stinking if only the flushing would stop
but then she started swabbing me with her evil smelling mop.

And would you believe it was Sunday, the worst bloody day of all
no trains leave from Effingham Junction and its miles to any watering hole
there's a train that leaves on Monday, but it goes the other way
and the next one's not till the Monday next, and when it comes in it don't go away.

Really there's nothing for it, the cure is so fatal a dose
that the very thing that's curing simply prefers to give up the ghost
and return again to Donkey Town and the Fairleigh Wallop hay
to take up residence on White Sheet Hill and be mistaken every day
for the memory of somebody who long ago once passed on close by there
upon the gentle dappled back of a sprightly feckled mare

<H 10-11-2001


POEM 831
A passing smile
Wide as the memory
Of a byegone mile
Irreparable damage in the constant
While epochs pass
my love dreams irrecoverable
dreams of the lonesome whippoorwills

So where do I go
And what do you want
Are we not just Eternity
infinite scree
A ripple in a fountain
Mist on the mountain
Calling to you in the jewel of morn's dew

So where is this wonder
A teardrop and leaf
And where the boundary
to love become grief

The valley of laughter
the comedy of pain
Insecurity's fusion
of pleasure to gain
And mirrors of belief
reflect the deceit
but the window is silent
Always

<H 1/1/01


THE REVISED
The face of anticipation
The surgeon's knife
The crowded isolation
The hungry wife
The dream of riches
The ignorant elite
This window of witches
This civilised street

The sidelong glance
The hand that would paint
The feet that would dance
The eyes of a saint
The unhappy smile
The forgiving frown
This familiar style
This inescapable gown

The lonely saxophone
The desert awash
The wonder of home
The cold winter frost
The swell of the tide
The warmth of the sun
This pain we abide
This is all but one

<H 17/7/01


The Man With The Wart On His Glans
The Man With The Wart On His Glans
could think of nothing to say or do
or write
The Man With The Wart On His Glans
was a lonely man
with seven warted daughters
and one completely wartless wife.

The Man With The Wart On His Glans
hated having a shower and hated baths more
because warts float.

The Man With The Wart On His Glans
hated his best friend who one day
told how he had a wart on his hand
until he bit it off.

The Man With The Wart On His Glans
had to get a divorce because
he could not wear a condom.

The Man With The Wart On His Glans
spent his time poring over mirrors
because
he was
The Man With The Wart On His Glans

Oh The Man With The Wart On His Glans
had no friends
except his English hedgehog
because the English hedgehog liked
The Man With The Wart On His Glans

The Man With The Wart On His Glans
<H

Some poetry from Limerick poets

COME NEAR
by James Anthony Kelly

Come near me now
breathing lonely to my breast
when light softly vanishes on the bow
or on the rims of a nest

Come near me now
oh my weak weeping child.
Let us end this sensitive row
for we are no longer so wild

Come near me now
for life is sad
searching the colours of the rainbow
and wasted dreams we had

Come near me now
for the poet feels too much
come near me now
with your gentle touch

FREE LOVE
by James Anthony Kelly

I believe in Free Love
I could never afford it.

Louse Woodward
Maybe, Maybe Not
by Tom McNamara, 2001
Beyond a Doubt was it
No I Guess Not
Jury Deliberating
Mind To Make Up What
Guilty Not Maybe
Not Guilty At All
And Then Why Convioct Her
Is The Worldly Bawl

Release Now Release Her
Let Her Go Free
Beyond A Doubt No Sir
She Is You See
Not So Or Maybe
Did Maybe Not
And For That Reason
Set Her Free "Off"

Positive Be Positive
Don't Grope In The Dark
Eveidence Is Evidence
Not Hearsay Lark
What She Did Telling
I Did Not Do
What I Am Sentenced For
Do You Know For Sure?

Justice Is Justice
When It Is So
Done In This Case
Looks More And More
Like A Mixed Conviction
Can't Make Up Their Minds
And Doubt As In Doubting
Convictions In The Blind

HORNUCOPIA ?
The Extended Luimneach Version

By
Jangle Laureate

Changes there must be
I’m sure you’ll agree
to laws letting car alarms sound in the city.
‘Coz if they don’t set ‘em right
they disturb someone’s night
and intrude on the thoughts of the witty.

Ne’er mind the gas it might be green but it’s gas
and okay might somehow fit in here
If car alarms had been then Ilyiad would never
and I know that sounds strange but it’s strange sounds that matter
to a crazed car alarm city dweller.

You know we just might if we put up a fight
get a fine brought in for the offender.
  500 I am sure would silence the cur
and get car alarms fitted far better.
But then where would we be
well asleep, yes well maybe
in dreams of a car alarm free perfect city.

Sometimes I declare
That without them then there
Would be no one awake with this ditty.
If Karma was cool and not such a fool
And those who were wrong were right all along
Then those who weren’t right might wrong better.
But Karma sneaks in and you know when its been
‘Coz you end up a car alarm hater.

Outside in the street and stuck there all week
Is a bloody great big expensive Mercedes.
It shrieks day and night
And you’d think someone might come along and make it feel better.
But no one appears and I’m a little afeared
I’ll turn into an alarmed car destroyer.

So I’m sure you’ll agree Changes there must be
to the laws that let car alarms sound in the city.
When they don’t set ‘em right
they disturb someone’s night
and intrude on the thoughts of the witty.


Since the items below were published, the UK Government has announced its intention to grant pardons
to all UK soldiers shot by firing squad as traitors during World War One.
Related: http://www.shotatdawn.org.uk/&e=9797
            http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/4798025.stm

Final Dawn
They say I ran away.
Just like the day you told me
Not to leave our garden.
Do you remember Mother?

They captured me;
I was court-martialled.
You captured me;
All cross you were.
Smacked my legs, so hard,
Then hugged me, so close.
Do you remember Mother?

I stand in my prison, staring,
Just staring at the wooden post.
The one they'll tie me to.
You shut me in my room,
I stared out then too,
Crying, watching kids out playing.
Do you remember Mother?

I remember it all.
I remember you coming for me,
With milk and biscuits.
Now I hear them coming.
Please,
Hug me again, Mother.


© Diane Wilson

You Call Me A Coward
You call me a coward
You who sit in judgment here
That's easy for you to say
When no enemy shells fall near.
You call me a coward
You who want an example made
You say I must have run
And thrown away my gun
You say I must have fled
For all save I were dead.

My version of events
You reject out of hand
You say it’s good I survived
The hells of no man’s land
For it means I lived to die again
In front of true and trusting men
Who've swallowed all your lies
And would just as soon
Shoot one of their own
Than swat at bothersome flies.

It is dawn behind the battle lines
The daylight’s blossoming hour
And many of your own you murder
So no cowardice here may flower
You need to teach a lesson
To soldiers one and all
They’re fighting for King and Country
But their fate lies in your hands
If they fail to fall in battle
They’ll be shot against a wall

© George Macintyre

 

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