Statues Fall
Before you read the poem... a few more to open in New Tabs!!!
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Now... enjoy the poem!
Smashing the Nazi Eagle statue in Mauthausen Concentration Camp in Austria
Freedoms cries brought the statues down
The Reich lay in ruins as a new regime
Promised freedom of a versio...
Thursday 17th August 2017 11:57 pm
Ambush At Dooney Rock
Anti Treaty IRA forces captured “The Ballinalee” armoured car, and it saw action against the Free State Army in future engagements before being burned out when recapture was beyond prevention. It was renamed “The Wild Rose of Lough Gill”
When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
– “The Fiddler of Dooney” (W.B. Yeats)
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Sunday 6th November 2016 4:42 am
Chicago May – the Mary Ann Duignan Story…
Mary Ann Duignan was the daughter of Francis Duignan of Edenmore in Ballinamuck where she grew up, and Ann Grey of Mohill in Leirtim. From a poor background she would rise – or fall as we may see it! – to being one of the biggest conwomen of her time, who would call herself the “Queen of Crooks”, in time though, the law caought up with her and she died in poverty and obscurity. She was th...
Sunday 21st February 2016 12:18 pm
That Little Four Letter Word Called Love
In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…
Karl Marx said religion was the ...
Thursday 8th October 2015 12:17 am
Out Dogs and More Along With You
n our home in Aughagreagh we used to have our share of the local sessions, where neighbours met up to party, tonight in one house, next night in someone else’s. This tells of a local house where the wife had a short tolerance after a certain hour and wanted the house cleared. The locals, out of a sense of fun and divilment, were not for moving… I wrote a version of this before and lost the words o...
Thursday 2nd July 2015 4:38 am
Breaking the Duck at the Roisin Dubh, some Salsa Dancing and Tai Chi in Galway – Getting through the Bucket List and Early Onset Mid Life Crisis!
Try something new they said. So that was my challenge for this week, and I also got to introduce a Galway audience to the brand of poetic humour that Dublin and Tullamore has come to expect from our Carty!
The open mic night at the Roisin Dubh was something I had wanted to partake in for a while. From the poetry to the comedy gigs down there, I am a regular attendee, normally a heckler ...
Wednesday 17th June 2015 12:02 am
Coffin Ships of the Modern Age
Fading from the News... Issues still relevent... Posted 7 Seconds Ago
Posted on April 22, 2015 by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Fading from the news, the issues of refugees, either economic or political dying in the Mediterranean are still relvent and must be kept alive until the issue is sorted.
Its just news, another raft or ship
Upended, ...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 11:33 pm
Let Death Have For You No Fear
Posted on April 14, 2015 by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Master Greene was a Ballinalee schoolteacher who learned the Irish Traveller cant and ended up teaching it to the grandchildren of the woman who taught it to him, who had it forgotton… he died at the ripe old age of 106!
That we all may live as long… and as well!
Tuesday 14th April 2015 11:54 pm
The trials of life and love and the poems they inspire...
Thursday 19th March 2015 1:06 am
BLOG --- Its been a while... since my last confession!
Bless me Father, for I have sinned...
Its been a hell of a long time since my last confession here!
As always with blog posts, it bes a while between them. I call them my "confessions" as it normally sums up what I have been doing in the while before them.
So, for the past year, we have had a number of poetry readings in Tullamore and thereabouts with theTullamore Rhymers Club that I am...
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 1:17 pm
Capitalism Is Sick
How much is enough?
The question I ask
Of the shareholders rich
Who bring to talk
The board of a company
Who say times are tough
They only made billions in profits…
Disappointing, not enough.
Tuesday 29th April 2014 12:40 am
I Blame It All On TESCO
When dinosaurs walked tall on earth,
And Tesco was yet to be…
Women who wanted meat and shit
Relied on chaps like me…
We gathered up our clubs and spears,
And risked our very lives,
To bring back meat and furry skins
So as to get some loving from our wives…
But then, some bollix invented Tesco,
And the Dino’s all died out,
And things g...
Tuesday 12th November 2013 2:23 pm
Give to Me an Angry Sea
While on holiday in Sardinia, a wild storm inspired the following poem...
Saturday 1st September 2012 1:17 am
Lettera D'amore - Love Letter
http://writingsinrhyme.com/Lady_of_the_Sweetest_Smile.php
Lettera D'amore - Love Letter
Monday 9th January 2012 1:10 am
"We Reap What We Sow" - Japans Tsunami and the Fukushima Nuclear Disaster 2011
"We Reap What We Sow" - Japans Tsunami and the Fukushima Nuclear Disaster 2011
The recent nuclear disaster in Fukushima, Japan in the wake of the recent earthquakes and tsunami shows what folly man has to think that he can contain forever and in all eventualities the power of nuclear energy.
No one thought of the force of a tsunami wave breaking the cooling system on th...
Friday 10th June 2011 11:11 pm
The Woman Behind the Veil - the great Burqa Debate...
Here we ask is the media and the cosmetics industry as oppressive to women as the Islamic burqua?
Tuesday 11th January 2011 12:11 am
A Citizen Peasant Answers a Question of a Man of Graces
If ever you want to wind up an Irishman like me, dress up in full riding gear and refer to yourself and you chums as "gentry". The following poem, while not Shakespeare, retells a story from Tyrellspass in Westmeath beside me where one poor tourist made the mistake...
Can you tell me, sir, a man passing did say
To a citizen of Ireland at his gate one day
When the ...
Wednesday 10th November 2010 1:44 pm
New Song: "Our Never Had Romance" - Ó Cárthaigh / Schroeter
Part of the "Lady of the Sweetest Smile" series, the song is samg by Guillherme Shroeter of Brazil, who wrote the music to my lyrics.
Friday 22nd October 2010 10:40 pm
911 Tribute Poem
What did it achieve, bar hatred
And indeed if that was its aim
It did not build the hatred they thought
We don't hate all Moslems the same
Some fools do, but not us all
So it failed, the bombers dream
We know the majority are just like us
And the terrorists from the extreme.
Some s...
Sunday 12th September 2010 6:47 pm
Words Written While Listening to "Moonlight Sonata"
As if the gods were striking the strings
The air the piano plays
And I listening am transported
Back to former slower days
When the world was better and people purer
For all the faults we know they had
And I look at the world and its woes
And its greed and I am sad.
It is strange...
Monday 23rd August 2010 11:58 pm
"Cat in the Kitchen" - Satire on the US withrawal from Iraq
We put the cat out of the kitchen
For we saw upon the shelf
That what was on it was priceless
And he just might smash the delph
And we saw in the window the flowerpots
And he jumped in and out
We were afraid he might break the plants
As he gamboled about.
And we saw on the table the food
The best of milk and of meat
You cant have a ca...
Saturday 7th August 2010 5:12 pm
Kid in a Cart in Kosovo
A Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
There's a kid in a cart in Kosovo
Asleep tonight in his bed
Such as it is in a refugee camp
That is poisoned by lead.
...
Thursday 29th July 2010 9:12 pm
Srebrenica - Сребреница
Will humanity ever learn? Europes worst war crime since World War II brought home the fact that its not just Cambodia and distant places where massacres occur, but anywhere that there is hate.
This time the Serb units in the area were in the wrong. Courts rules the Serb state as it was and is was not responsible. Last time it was...
Sunday 11th July 2010 6:50 pm
I Was the Reluctant Lover
I was the reluctant lover
She was a Goddess divine
I was not as brave as a man should be
And so her heart was never mine
Oh, am I the fool of legend
Am I the only one
Who loved and lost as I never tossed
My hat in the ring till the girl was gone?
And as I look at the picture
Her face...
Tuesday 29th June 2010 1:29 am
For the Corncrakes Sake and Mankinds
The corncrake has been saved more or less by efforts of the "Save the Corncrake" movement in Ireland, and the RSPB in the UK. The bird, its distinctive sound once common, is now only in a few hinterlands, one of the main ones in the callowlands around Banagher in County Offaly, and down into Lusmagh and also Meelick and Clonfert in neighbouring Galway, where ...
Saturday 19th June 2010 11:42 am
Just Because They Once Were Victims
This is not an anti-semetic poem, or anti - Israeli poem.
This is a protest poem, in protest at the violation of human rights in attacking ships laden with aid and medical supplies bound for Gaza.
Israel has the right to exist... fact.
So does Palestine... fact.
Israel cannot starve out the ...
Sunday 6th June 2010 3:59 am
Hatred in the Heart of Olde England
They bought the land, we understand
With hard cash fair and square
But as they are not English folk
They cannot build their own park there
On land that they themselves own
As a blockade blocks the load
Of supplies for drainage and ancillary works
So they don't camp on the road
For their town is picturesque
In the heart of Old England
The truth's if your not white, E...
Monday 10th May 2010 2:05 am
"Just a Boy" - Toyosi Shittabey Memorial Poem
This is the kind of poem a poet wishes that they did not have to write... this is the kind of poem that gives a poet the reason to write, its why God gave us the ability to write.
A Nigerian immigrant was murdered on the streets of Dublin, Ireland on Good Friday last. This poem is my reaction to the tragedy...
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Tuesday 6th April 2010 5:00 pm
Cartys Poetry Journal
Submissions saught to cartyweb@hotmail.com for the February edition of Cartys Poetry Journal.
Read the January edition below...
Carty's Poetry Journal : FREE PDF DOWNLOADTuesday 19th January 2010 5:37 pm
That We May Never Have to Play Dalibors Fiddle
During Vladislav II's reign knight Ploskovský behaved toward his people in serfdom in a such a cruel way, that peasants did revolt capturing him and forced him to free them from the serfdom.
The peasents asked for serfdom from Dalibor from Kozojed, who behaved in a more humane way.
The nobles, scared of the trend spreading invited Dalibor to the court to Prague and put him into the prison, gra...
Thursday 7th January 2010 10:58 pm
Did a Spirit Knock On Rossbawns Walls
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Did a Spirit Knock
On Rossbawn's Walls?
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The story is told that an agent was slain
By a tenant called Delaney who on the run did die
In caves upon Sliabh Blooms wild hills
Many many years gone by.
To his house, outside a window he eat till he was full
And should the Yeomanry or Constab...
Monday 6th July 2009 11:21 pm
What I Have Been Up To.... Poetry Lunches and Facebook
POETS EXPRESS, BANTRY, Co. CORK, Ireland
A poetry night in the Boys Club in Bantry, featuring yours truly and poets from Manchester, Northern Ireland and Ireland all over...
We are organising a meetup over lunch to read each others poems and to network as writers and artists. The initial one is in Tul...
Tuesday 26th May 2009 12:48 am
Dreams
Who send these images that enter my sleep held brain?
Who paints these images vivid that I cant remember all of?
What is the meaning of these warped images that I when asleep can see plain
But on waking am blinded and can remember little of?
Strange apparitions of times past are suddenly recalled
So real its almost as if I can touch
Is the waking world with its regularity sprawle...
Tuesday 24th February 2009 2:51 am
Israe or Hamas: Which is Worst?
Which is the Worst?
Above: Logo of Hamas, and an Israeli tank.
They suffered at our hands for ages
Only to inflict the same
On others in their own land
On which they laid claim
But there were those among the natives
From whom nothing else would do
But to wipe out Israel
And the death of every Jew
They claim to love Yahweh, Alla
But I think alas
The distain for God of an aethiest
Is more l...
Thursday 22nd January 2009 1:32 am
A Reading from Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Friday 28th November 2008 7:57 pm
Some Seasonal Poems for Halloween
Here are some seasonal poems for Halloween, all true, as told by my family from North Longford...
"Old Clonbroney" is the story of a man who met a headless horseman when calling on a neighbour after moving into the area.
Above:(left) Irish famine victim with children
(right) A black dog, thought of as a damned soul or personification of Satan
Apperantly this is actua...
Saturday 18th October 2008 9:14 pm
An Cailín Bocht Marbh / The Poor Dead Girl
An Cailín Bocht Marbh
Áileann a bhí a h-aghaidh,
Agus dathúil soiléir a bhí a tón,
Bhí airgead go leor ina póca,
Agus cóicéain suas a srón.
D’fhéach daoine uirthi,
Cailín óg d’fhiche bliain d’aois,
Bhí a pictiúr sna nuachtáin,
Agus ar an teilifís
Bhí soal breá ós a cóir,
Bhí gach rud ceart go leor,
Agus nuair a fuair sí bás,
Bhí an caoineadh di, mór.
Cúpla lá roimhe, I bPort Láirge,
Bhí cúpla fir...
Wednesday 10th September 2008 1:17 pm
My Website update
I have added some new sections to my website http://www.writingsinrhyme.com and also some poems have been added to the site. Fopr those who like foreign language poems, I have some in Irish, French and German, and also a couple of Haikus in Serbian, and a poem translated to Filipino... just to cap things off.
If anyone wants to translate a poem for me, email me to let me know of it, and Ill post ...
Tuesday 15th July 2008 5:06 pm
The Unseen Shadow
Nothing but a shadow now
That cannot be seen by the eye
And others that never knew her
See not she passes by
And walks the fields of her youth
So different in her day
Where she lost in war the one she loved
And afterwords pined away.
Yes, a lovely corpse she made
Dead when young and in her prime
How cruel is it that God He says
That now it is their time.
But did she not upon her death
Meet her love on the ot...
Friday 4th July 2008 3:59 pm
Whose Heart Does She Make Beat Faster?
Whose Heart Does She Make Beat Faster?
Whose heart does she make beat faster
As she once did to mine?
She of the smile that won my heart
She was to me divine
And as all angels do
She flew away from me
And I the fool the love I had
I never let her see
But someone somewhere has a beating heart
That she makes beat faster still
As mine did then when her I knew
And always will until
Upon my deathbed ...
Monday 16th June 2008 12:00 am
Fight Prostitution with Poetry
A Smile Unseen At Night
Monday 26th May 2008 3:15 pm
The Devil Quoting Scripture
The Devil on the street stood trying to temp men to sin
So he opened up a whorehouse and invited all men in
He set himself up as a fair man, in whom both the lady's and their Johns could t...
Thursday 15th May 2008 3:37 pm
Barking Dogs and Iraq
Barking Dogs and Iraq
Two dogs were fighting on the street
Barking and biting over a piece of meat
That a third dog, passing, gobbled and ran
As dogs do because they can
As a child onthe pavement walking by
Stood before them and started to cry
Saying she feared such dogs biting, with their teeth bared
Was told they are just squabbling and not to be scared.
And you dear reader, I know well
A...
Friday 9th May 2008 10:20 pm
Shall Another Read My Words
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Shall Another Read My Words
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Shall another read my words
In a far off distant day
I hope that they enjoy the rhymes
That I on paper lay.
And if they look in wonder
At the world that through my eyes is seen
Then, I the writer will have known
My life as a writer: a waste has not been
Friday 2nd May 2008 8:21 pm
Verses on Economics
I
The workers pain is for the employers gain
As to do his work de does strive
Who from the harvest gets barely a grain
Enough just to let him survive
The employer merely for sitting and for work setting
And investing money, thereby risking all
The weight of the profit he is getting
To lose as much should the venture fall.
II
Is this right that this is so?
That this state of t...
Thursday 24th April 2008 10:45 pm
The Workers of the World
Wednesday 23rd April 2008 4:18 pm
The Turn of Luck - An Irish Good Luck Story
The Ballad of the Turn of Luck
Life throws men such hardship
And misfortune, having no job or work to do,
It seems that its unbeatable,
And its going to beat you.
But a tale we tell of Vice Kearney
Who had children three
A poor house with a leaking roof
Seemingly no hope could there be...
Each week at the dole office
His name hed sign for his dole
A ritual for survical
That tore at his very sou...
Thursday 17th April 2008 5:04 pm
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