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
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
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
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
Jan and Dónall
the cutest cookie peoples
that one could possibly meet
www.dempseyandwindle.com
Jan and Dónall
the cutest cookie peoples
that one could possibly meet
www.dempseyandwindle.com
there's a rather large golden man
desperately trying to get out
there's a rather large golden man
desperately trying to get out
for fire
for food
for fire
for food
leaves the park
more beautiful in its leaving
leaves the park
more beautiful in its leaving
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.
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.
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
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
The Blakes
they love the flowers
The Blakes
they love the flowers
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.
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.
this little reptile
snatched my card from my hand and
spat out money
this little reptile
snatched my card from my hand and
spat out money
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
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
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.
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.
LOVE UNFURLED
"and his banner
over me
was love"
the wrap
transforming itself
into a bird
caught just before
it took to
the skies
.
LOVE UNFURLED
"and his banner
over me
was love"
the wrap
transforming itself
into a bird
caught just before
it took to
the skies
.
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!!"
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!!"
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.
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.
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.
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.
(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
(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
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."
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."
. 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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. 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!
youtu.be/-t18cLLaxmg?...
to our planet manages to
get stuck in a tunnel
to our planet manages to
get stuck in a tunnel
morning
paints itself
onto my eyes
morning
paints itself
onto my eyes
the angel promises me: "You...
"...will become nothing but pure colour!"
the angel promises me: "You...
"...will become nothing but pure colour!"