Meath beo festival last weekend

Meath beo festival held in Christschurch grounds in Dublin was lots of fun with lots of hardworking people keeping it all together. Well done to everyone.

There were sheep, goats, a cow and three donkeys no less. Ain't he just the cutest?

More from Meath Beo Trim drama group performing in the rain

Meath beo last weekend 28 jan 2012 lot's of fun

A picture of my bookcover The life and times of a Gotcha

A video of me reading from de book

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A shadow falls - I wrote this some time ago

It’ s noonday and this shadow falls across my face.
It’s Winter now and still I see, it’s hard to be a prisoner,
Hard to be free, the great disease of hope
Is lost to us all, you’re all alone but seldom at peace.
The world must be born again ,washed clean and renewed,
Scraped free of its arrogance ,bigotry and greed .
Selfish hands always grasping and keeping,
Orphans and widows quietly weeping, depravity seeping into the headless structure of society.
I murdered my soul to be found again , but it would not die, only me.
I take my tea out on the lawn, it’s freezing now and so am I .
It proves I’m alive, ergo I am undead, so much left unsaid.
I’d like to tell my story, but who would listen to tales of my crazy years.
So many things are clearer from a distance, up close it’s all so vague.
Deliver back to me all the years I wasted and I will try again,
To better my efforts, to give it my all and find a direction ,
From inception to corruption, blind and unkind,
Folly and fire, frivolous and fanciful, it’s all so tasteless these days.
The cold wind sprays icy bullets into our hearts
And we may never be warm again, only cushioned by jaded dreams,
Bursting at the seams with innuendo and falsehood.
I have not told my tale yet, only how it is with me.
It is as you see, a mission of incompleteness,
I crafted my world from old shadows, I smoothed out the road and filled in the hollows,
I sheltered from the storm within my hide but now it’s over I’m coming out,
To face this faded place to resurrect memories, almost erased, but not quite yet,I remember, I still remember.

My new blog site

Greetings all I will be posting stuff here from time to time. I am just getting started here so please bear with me. One shall see where this goes. I will try to make it interesting. Where I am at now my current book "The life and times of a Gotcha" is still out there in paperback and ebook. I am doing a lot of stuff and it's hard to know where to begin. I will put stuff up as I go along. I do have stuff ready for another book maybe two and will try to publish something new this year. I have some poems coming out shortly in at least one anthology and submitted here and there. I'll keep you posted. Be well.