Gigging in the Sky.

Yesterday morning started off with watching this video, one of my favourites of all time. Nothing like a great guitar riff to start the day. Great singing, guitar solos, bang on drumming. And that bass !!

” Jesus On The Mainline. “

  This is the beauty of You Tube. Way back in the day, I recorded the concert the above clip is taken from, from the telly onto my video recorder. Younger people of a certain age  will have no idea what a VCR is. I watched it over and over and over again. The expert…

TACT. PATIENCE. SUPPORT.

  Dealing with elderly people can be difficult and trying. A lot of stress and anxiety can be caused as is indicated by the swords cards, leading to cutting words been spoken by both sides.

BLACK DOG MORNING

Somewhere in the night My Black Dog waits for me. Catching me unawares In the morning As I rise, Completely unprepared For his slobbering attention. I can only let him Have his fun with me And wait ’til He lies exhausted from his play. (c) 30/07/17

A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL INVOLVED

    Every accident is followed by many hours of discussion, reflection and talk. It’s in our nature to analyse events and our responses to them. What could have been and what should have been, how it could have been avoided and how it could have been worse, are all areas of debate. However gratitude…

Facts, Figures, Statistics and Lies.

  I listen to the radio a lot. Discussions, phone-ins, talk shows take up a lot of my ear-space. I also read newspaper articles, many on-line. I read the comments on them, whether it’s directly or on social media. Facebook, Twitter and so on keep me delving into news items and keep me up to…

Sitting on the decking in the Summer sun.

  “What?” “Nothing !” “What are you looking at ?” “I’m just looking at you.” “You’re always looking at me ! What’s wrong ?” ” Nothing’s wrong. I am allowed look at you, you know !” “You’re weird ! ” “Yea ! But I’m your weird ! ” Silence. “I love you !” “Love you…

Life

I was very angry when I wrote this poem many years ago. I had spent a number of hours in the National Gallery. Surrounded by great art in the company of many strangers from home and abroad, cosseted from the reality of the lives other humans endured on the streets of our city. We in…

There is a Madness in the Land.

I found this poem recently which I had written nearly ten years ago. The news was full, it seemed at the time, of horrific stories of violence on the streets and in the homes of our land. I not talking of terrorism or gang related violence, but of individual acts of murder and manslaughter. I…

Post Father’s Day ’17

This isn’t a post about Tarot. It’s a sort of catch up I suppose. I wrote the piece below, which is bracketed and in italics, in late January 2016 shortly after visiting Dad in the nursing home. He died alone there a few days after that visit

Moe’s Café, Tramore, Waterford.

  A chance meeting in that café by the beach, Where we sat and chatted easily as only family can, About life and plans and age and youth and memories we share. ‘Though we don’t meet that often it didn’t really matter, ‘Cos for that time we were together all our lives were one.