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Donall Dempsey
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Sometimes poet...almost person...working on both.
THAT HESSE MOMENT

me and Antony
both looking gormless
he blinks first

but then we
just stand still
and look at the sky

***

Gradually and without effort the eye trains itself to transmit many small delights.

Hermann Hesse
February 16, 2025 at 6:20 AM
THE SAUSAGES SILLY!

if you should meet
a one-eyed Spanish octopus
walking down the street

no shoes on his feet
carrying a broken
pair of spectacles with

one lens missing
then shake him
by the hand/s

tell him not to
forget
the sausages
February 15, 2025 at 11:03 PM
MEET THE EDITORS

Jan and Dónall
the cutest cookie peoples
that one could possibly meet

www.dempseyandwindle.com
February 14, 2025 at 12:55 PM
inside every hairy Irish poet
there's a rather large golden man
desperately trying to get out
February 14, 2025 at 11:02 AM
sticks
for fire
for food
February 11, 2025 at 6:27 PM
snow leaves and leaving
leaves the park
more beautiful in its leaving
February 10, 2025 at 5:36 PM
Jantar Mantar
measuring sun and time
with studied stone

and we beings
of flesh and blood
walk through a universe

nailed down
to this day
in Jaipur

***

Jantar Mantar an assembly of stone-built astronomical instruments, designed to be used with the naked eye.
February 9, 2025 at 12:02 PM
yellow concrete field
against the bluest sky
the game's afoot

match played
by Valetta harbour
fish cheer the boys on

before the final score
we have to take the boat
to the Sliema side
February 8, 2025 at 5:59 PM
drop in on
The Blakes
they love the flowers
February 8, 2025 at 12:24 PM
ON READING ONESELF TO ONE'S SELF

Cork storm is raging
I pay her no mind
I step back inside my self

***

Cork blown away by Storm Imogen. My throat is swollen and I can't speak...alas words fail me. This is merely the hotel bedroom and me notebook.
February 8, 2025 at 10:06 AM
THE LITTLE GREEN REPTILE MONEY GOD

this little reptile
snatched my card from my hand and
spat out money
February 7, 2025 at 6:54 PM
AMATEUR DRAMATICS

between the acts
the real life
drama occurs

Claudius and Laertes
are as( rumour has it )
"...having it off..."

Hamlet is indeed in love with
his mummy but his mummy
doesn't want to know

the play's the thing wherein
we catch the private lives of
these living human beings
February 7, 2025 at 9:14 AM

blow away dandelion's sleepy head
church bells translate the silence
into 6 of the clock

***

In the Warwickshire vernacular of the time; golden lads was the local name for dandelions, and chimney sweepers was the term for the dandelion when it is ready to spread its seeds.
February 6, 2025 at 9:04 PM

LOVE UNFURLED

"and his banner
over me
was love"

the wrap
transforming itself
into a bird

caught just before
it took to
the skies

.
February 6, 2025 at 4:31 PM
Grenadian barber
with only a razor blade
plying his trade

***

These two lovely guys were such a pleasure to be with....their company a real delight. We were walking up a road when the guy hearing my accent shouted out "Hey Irish...ya wanna haircut!!"
February 5, 2025 at 11:04 AM
a leaf-fish
swims through pavement seas
caught by a camera click

****

Walking wearily up the hill with heavy shopping in icy cold and just about to take the next slow step when..I almost trod on this little fellow as he swam and swam to get out of reach of the falling footstep.
February 5, 2025 at 9:57 AM
red fort
the sun
plays with its shadows

***

Jaigarh Fort is situated on the promontory called the Cheel ka Teela (Hill of Eagles) of the Aravalli range; it overlooks the Amer Fort and the Maota Lake, near Amer in Jaipur, Rajasthan.
February 5, 2025 at 12:24 AM
FUKAKU AI SURI(TO LOVE TENDERLY DEEPLY)
(IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER ITA DEMPSEY)

I sing you
Autumn Leaves
in Japanese

your dying smile
"You were always such
a big auld romantic ejeet!"

this
always my amulet
the feel of your hand in mine
February 4, 2025 at 5:13 PM
drunk on words
I stagger back
into reality

***

youtu.be/BC7qXZHoG88?...
February 3, 2025 at 10:04 PM
GO GENTLE

my father is dying
I stop at the airport church
prepared to pray

despite my unbelief
raise my hands and eyes
to a cloudy Heaven

but Heaven is not
prepared to hear
this prodigal son

"Go gentle...." I tell him
stroke his dear face
". . .leave this suffering behind."
February 2, 2025 at 7:20 PM
Such a delight to be back reading @The_PBS

. Great talk on Michelangelo by Robert...so informative and entertaining. The bookshop of all bookshops. A joy to be in and a joy to read there. It may be the Dead Poets night but we all joined hands and contacted the living!

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Donall at Petersfield 30 1 25
YouTube video by VOLE
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January 31, 2025 at 8:43 PM
Neptune on a day visit
to our planet manages to
get stuck in a tunnel
January 31, 2025 at 5:44 PM
WOKE UP IT WAS A CORNISH MORNING

morning
paints itself
onto my eyes
January 31, 2025 at 11:29 AM
"And when I die..?"
the angel promises me: "You...
"...will become nothing but pure colour!"
January 30, 2025 at 2:42 PM