For Father’s Day

My parents.

I must not go any further without mentioning my parents for without them I would not be here today . My father was a quiet lovely hardworking man who loved his pipe his horses and my mother, not quite in that order of course. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word and would not harm a fly. I remember going to work with him, he was a tanker driver with Irish Shell. The big powerful petrol truck ,the sinews straining in the muscles to contain the power of the engine in his hands. We would stop and have tea from the flask and sandwiches by the side of the road, it was exciting to be out in the country and to see how easy it was for my father to converse with all the people he would meet in his travels. The other thing that I remember about him are silvermints sweets he would always purchase at the start of the day. My mother on the other hand worked in the home, which I can see looking back wasn’t an easy task, the old black gas cooker, no washing machine and all those clothes and dishes, work, work, work, never hungry, never sad ,that I can remember anyway, my mother had to be a wizard in philosophy, economics, relationships, a cleaner, a chef and a friend ,but was not shy at times to produce the wooden spoon, enough said. They both loved the bingo, their only escape from the daily running of the home, both teetotallers although never objected to any of their children drinking. The old photos of my parents beam the love and affection that they had for each other. I admire my mothers strength and her unwavering religious belief, seen especially after the passing of my father, which must have been a real test of all that she believed in. Of course she had lost her confidante and friend, but none of this seemed to impact on her everyday job of keeping her family together.

A short excerpt from a piece I wrote some time ago.

And a poem remembering my Father


A beautiful set from a talented artist


It finally happened! A burst of creativity recently overcame me and I have produced several new oil paintings. Here they are. Some of them might be subject to some small changes, or I may just leave them be. I’ll think about it.

Average size 27 x 21 inches.

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From Clogher Beach, with The Sleeping Giant (Inis Tuaisceart) in the background

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Near Clogher Beach, on the Cuas na nEighe path.

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Blasket Islands from Béal Átha, Dún Chaoin.

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From Clogher Beach

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From Inch Beach.

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Inch Beach

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From Clogher Beach, with view of Sleeping Giant.

I was once accused of painting too many sea pictures – but I live on a peninsula. One can’t avoid being seduced by the wonderful power of the ocean and it’s ever changing colours, movement and moods. If seascapes are your thing, please take a look this tag on my website:

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Candle burning

Candle Burning

Oh those twisting sleepless nights

Future fears that come to light

Waking dreams imagined screams

Tensions tearing at the seams.

Afraid to open up your eyes

Praying for that big surprise

Knowing it will be the same

Still playing that existence game.

Life has many twists and turns

That candle in the window burns

A glimmer in the morning light

That Dawn will not be full of fright.

Realize it’s just a dream

Things may not be as they seem

There is always goodness to be found

In this daily battleground.

J.Poet 7 ( )

Past times

Past Times

Oh those times of pounds and pence

Uncluttered minds of innocence

Where money never grew on trees

Lullabies on mother’s knees.

When tv was in black and white

Children played ‘till evening light

Rolling meadows, climbing trees

Scarring, bleeding, elbows, knees

Patience past it’s sell by date

No time now to stop and wait

Life played out on the internet

Robots rule to my regret.

Evening shadows fall

Evening shadows fall.

A deep soundless calm drifts gently

Onto the shore as evening shadows beckon

Pressing passing ripples onto the waters edge

Sheltered solitude for nature’s elegance.

Time for mindfulness. A solitary space

Gathers up into your inner soul.

Life lingers. Light dims. Peace penetrates.

Stay awhile, breathless, in awe of God’s creation.

J.poet7 ( )

Tall Ships

It’s bank holiday weekend here in Dublin. The sun is out which always brings out the best in the city. The spectacle that is the sails making their way into Dublin port is something to behold. An extra photograph of cricket at Trinity college.

A spark went out

For those who love animals a pet becomes part of the family. A companion when you are lonely. To lose that pet, be it a dog, cat or any animal can be heartbreaking. Sometimes it’s difficult for those outside to appreciate this.

I wish you well in your new space

I turn around now your not there

No embrace, no one to share
An empty space between the sheets
All alone my poor heart beats.
A rock on which I did depend
A hand that always would extend
Helpful in so many ways
Walked together all our days.
My thoughts of you will never fade
Sweet memories that we once made
Your presence never out of place
I wish you well in your new space.
J. Poet 7 ( )