The whale

🐳 The Whale
The whale let out a shrilling cry

A shoal of krill went drifting by

He opened up they went inside

He smiled and swallowed 

I think they died.


Just a thought

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All Buddhist, Sikhs, Hindus and Christians
They go out on their sacred missions
To save the souls to their traditions
And all the while they cause divisions.
Why can’t we all live in harmony
Respect our lives, diversities
Preserve our rivers and our trees
And leave the world a better place
For all animals and the human race.
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Is it me

Is it my age
is my patience running out
Every time I drive my car
I feel I have to shout
Is the bus lane for the L and Ns
or people in a hurry
Or school runs double parking
never saying sorry
Roundabouts and yield signs
cyclists Amber lights
Bite my lip silently
or else I get into fights
People step off sidewalks
in most alarming ways
Mobile phones and hands free
It’s easy to explain
Respect’s a word that’s lost its place
They stand and smile
blow smoke in face
And wonder why I stare in anger
They’re lucky I don’t drive a tanker

Jpoet7. ( )

The Storm


Yet another storm has hit our shores
Not quite as bad as the one before
It’s of little consequence to the elderly
As flood waters rise above their knees

The promises that had been made
Election words which quickly fade
They look out now onto grey clad sky
Tears slowly fall, they begin to cry

The golden skies of recent past
The glorious light that didn’t last
The happy smiles the glinting eyes
Replaced by waves and Keening cries

Their thoughts were with the fishermen
The sheep and livestock out in the glen
The boats anchored out by the pier
They bow their heads, in silent prayer.


Photography by Liam Kelly


Won’t you lay me down on Achill sound
Where beauty,hills and sea surround
Let nature be my resting place
Green grasses, reeds surround my face
Let strangers pass by unaware
Of the life I’ve lived or who lies there
Maybe they’ll bow in whispered prayer
Or just ramble on without a care.



The rose

The Rose


Soft pink and scented
She stood elegantly
Slender well presented

On a woody barbed pedestal.
Swaying gently in the breeze.
Look on in amazement


At natures great achievement.
And glory in the grace
The way she proudly takes her place
Amongst the nettles and the weeds
Adding beauty to the air from which
She feeds.


Photograph :  by Joe Black



I often wonder ( not really )

What a glorious country we all live in 

Where we take everything with a grin

Where we always complain and give in

Where our taxes and rates they get higher

Where our pensions our politicians did plunder

Where They scratch their heads and then wonder

Why the country is falling asunder.

Where our leaders are totally driven

In volvos and merks – too few women

in dry mansions we see them all live in

To fix the health service they have striven 

The sick In hospital on trollies a given

Doctors and nurses are not just magicians

Attempting to cut back on admissions

At work in unsafe cramped conditions.

The homeless rise as rentals have risen

In expensive hotels they now live in

For the Luas the roads they are digging

Is it a plan or are they just hopefully thinking.
I’m joking of course, just acting the goat

Next month they’ll be out there wanting your vote

And for all of our moaning, complaining and groaning

With flood plains and bog lands that their still rezoning 

With wage rises and tax breaks they’re always postponing 

 We look for a party that’s straight up not phoney

Have we the confidence to change it 

I think not, If Only.