Poem
Travelling In Silence
My son asks me to speak more. I don’t. In the Quiet Coach I talk with a professional poet. A woman angrily tells us speaking is not allowed there.
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A Wee Word In Your Ear
A Wee Word In Your Ear By Paul McCann “Mrs Mc Afee and how would you be ?” “ Dead on there . How’s yourself Mr Magee ?” “Couldn’t be better despite...
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A walk in my new neighbourhood
I am sliding in love With this--dare I call it--home This cosy bundle of streets Unravelling for me to explore These buttercream houses Primly...
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False Friendship
Eee by gum, Here he do cum. Bull's balls and cow's bum. Face hideous and brain numb. Drooping moobs and bulbous tum. No dad and ogress mum. So let's...
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The Day I Lost My Appendix
The Day I Lost My Appendix By Paul McCann We walked my sisters to their nursery school down Cambria Street with a baby in the pram . Underneath Mammy...
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Quirky Letter Tweaks (1)
[I had some fun with these awhile ago when wakeful at night, so I don't know whether they are fun to others or just a bit stupid!] Come on camel! – … you’ll become …
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In Their Company
In Their Company By Paul McCann i took a wee dander up to the Star sat down with Gerry and I had a jar I heard some music and laughter in there and a...
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In The Zone
In The Zone Here, a calm unwinding unfolds against the crystal field of a continuum. Welcome to the quietest place; becoming a serene soul at ease,...
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These Are The Signs
These are the signs of the cross. A half empied bottle of screw top wine in the bus shelter by the blighted terminus, child's new shoes wildly...
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Do Not Come to My Funeral
Another fallen comrade younger than I. Image created at canva.com from pd elements.
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