Poet and writer, Tomás Ó Cárthaigh writes from an often wry slant at the issues of the time, or of history...
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- Location:
- Tullamore, Ireland
"The Fields That I Once Knew"
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- Poems on other Poets 4:39pm Jul 6
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On the day Ireland beat Slovakia 1-0 at soccer, Irish Mail on Sunday journalist Paul Palmer found that his next door neighbour, a Slovak national he never met, was murdered in his flat...
While all war is much the same with the suffering of the innocent, the crushing of the Tamils in the conquoring of the Tigers has had devastating effects on the local population, as outlined in my videopoem. Feel free to add it to your profile and send it on... http://www.writingsinrhyme.com
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Pronounciation is not perfect, but what the hell... one of my poems in Irish...
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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh sent a A Dog Is A Mans Best Friend using POETRY DEDICATION - Send a Pal a Poem (Tomás Ó Cárthaighs poems). Read more of his poems at http://www.writingsinrhyme.com
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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Who is it who said
A wise man does not speak loud
Among deaf people?
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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America, He Rules The World
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America, he rules the world
Chides others when they fight
Shows other nations another way
How to run their countries right
America, we all look to
But few of us say or see
That when America wants to improve the word
Its at home that working it should be...
In america there are millions
Who cannot afford healthcare
Will not go to hospital when sick
As they cant afford to be there
And millions have no home of their own
In a land that prides itself as rich
And society shrugs its shoulders
And says "Shucks, lifes a bitch"
Should we be like America
Another nations says
Maybe be like them a little
But not in all their ways...
February 5 at 8:15am · Report
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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Waste No Time On Regret
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What has been has been,
Nothing about it can we do
All is past is past
We waste time when deeds we rue
But if from mistakes we dont learn
To make the same again
To be better is pointless to yearn...
November 21, 2008 at 10:29am · Report
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Before in sleep I close my eyes
I while in tirednesses embrace
I find to little surprise
Inspirations shining face
But I am not for moving tonight
And if the thought on waking is forgot
I need my sleep as much as I need to write
And sacrifice my sleep I'll not...
October 23, 2008 at 8:29pm · Report
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
As darkness falls and the night is born
I go to work until the morn
And on its breaking, I shall sleep
Oh what strange hours for a man to keeP
But in this day, where work is scarce to find
I banish such thoughts from my mind
To have work at all I am glad
For there is little of it today to be had...
October 12, 2008 at 10:30am · Report
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Aphrodite ag Snámh
Bhí sí ag snámh san uisce fuar
Nuar a chaill mé mo chroí,
Ba é trí uair a chloig,
‘gus bhí an ghrian álainn ‘s buí.
Ghoid sí mo chroi an tráthnóna sin,
Ní raibh uaim ach a lámh,
Bhí daoine ag obair ar an bport
Nuar a chonaic mé Aphrodite ag snámh.
Aphrodite Swimming
She was swimming in the cold waters
When I lost my heart
It was but three, the hour
And the sun was a beautiful yellow.
She stole my heart that afternoon
All I wanted was her hand
People were going to work on the bogs
When I saw Aphrodite swimming
October 4, 2008 at 4:29pm · Report
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And engulfed by the light you see that darkness has fled
The sun is rising from the lands of the east
And the moon is missing: presumed gone to bed.
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Say hello to the sun, the giver of life
If the sun was a god, the earth would be its wife
And in its absence, it abandons us not...
His angel the Moon, lets us know were not forgot.
let the moon be in bed
till the sun goes west
darkness would call her to play... Read More
once the sun goes to rest