Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Walls breached Swords wielded, born from passions Of the heart Of hate Of others And of others beliefs Gave birth to murder. Rights breached Laws wielded, born from passions Of revenge To avenge Forefathers Who died when another Regime gave birth to fundamentalism. Hatred breached Flags wielded, born […]

The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh The scholars cast the four wild winds Only Death the last thing sure And now the Knowledge dwells within And at the hearth sides of the poor And so it came to dawn the day That a visitor passing by In Gaelic tongue both pure and sure […]

The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Brave was he in battle, and in the cattle chase But dumb of tongue he was ,awkward in love, Which is the most important race for men And he cried to the Gods for help above. Forlorn was he, so brave, as lesser braves As […]

Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Two women, one old: one young Walk side by side, content The older, dressed as befits her faith: The other as befits her age in Ghent. With “Rock Chick” emblazoned on two crossed guitars, She may as well have been Belgian and white… The old woman, maybe her […]

Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Walls breached Swords wielded, born from passions Of the heart Of hate Of others And of others beliefs Gave birth to murder. Rights breached Laws wielded, born from passions Of revenge To avenge Forefathers Who died when another Regime gave birth to fundamentalism. Hatred breached Flags wielded, born […]

The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh The scholars cast the four wild winds Only Death the last thing sure And now the Knowledge dwells within And at the hearth sides of the poor And so it came to dawn the day That a visitor passing by In Gaelic tongue both pure and sure […]

The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Brave was he in battle, and in the cattle chase But dumb of tongue he was ,awkward in love, Which is the most important race for men And he cried to the Gods for help above. Forlorn was he, so brave, as lesser braves As […]

Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Two women, one old: one young Walk side by side, content The older, dressed as befits her faith: The other as befits her age in Ghent. With “Rock Chick” emblazoned on two crossed guitars, She may as well have been Belgian and white… The old woman, maybe her […]

Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Walls breached Swords wielded, born from passions Of the heart Of hate Of others And of others beliefs Gave birth to murder. Rights breached Laws wielded, born from passions Of revenge To avenge Forefathers Who died when another Regime gave birth to fundamentalism. Hatred breached Flags wielded, born […]

The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh The scholars cast the four wild winds Only Death the last thing sure And now the Knowledge dwells within And at the hearth sides of the poor And so it came to dawn the day That a visitor passing by In Gaelic tongue both pure and sure […]

The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Brave was he in battle, and in the cattle chase But dumb of tongue he was ,awkward in love, Which is the most important race for men And he cried to the Gods for help above. Forlorn was he, so brave, as lesser braves As […]

Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Two women, one old: one young Walk side by side, content The older, dressed as befits her faith: The other as befits her age in Ghent. With “Rock Chick” emblazoned on two crossed guitars, She may as well have been Belgian and white… The old woman, maybe her […]

Be Not a War Poet by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Be Not a War Poet by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh We have not the shot or shell Who read their poems from distant days Yet today it is still the same The dance of death that war it plays Other young men, not Flanders now Afghanistan, even Belfast Wars big and small, why fight at all […]