Sunday, September 04, 2016

The Dying Tail

Assange, Snowden and Kim Dot Com
chased by the headless monster
lashing its dying tail...


Thursday, August 25, 2016

Expel the israeli diplomatic mission from Ireland

As a nation we must stand up and insist on the removal of the israeli ambassador and all his cronies from Ireland.

The Palestinian people are continuing to be massacred, men, women and children killed indiscriminately in their beds by this rogue state.

In all conscience we as a people must not /cannot tolerate representatives of the israeli rogue government on our shores.

I call on the people of Ireland in all that is good and true and fair this must not be allowed to continue. It is no better than what we suffered through all the years of british brutality, please do not turn the other cheek.

Those being killed and brutalised are a father's daughter - a mother's son - people being killed as they sleep. Children imprisoned, people degraded day after day - it is a total disgrace.

I call on the Leaders of all political parties to seek the immediate expulsion of all members of the israeli diplomatic mission from Ireland.

Des Donnelly, Poet, Tyrone


Sunday, June 26, 2016

IHEU reads poem banned in Saudi for ‘apostasy’ to delegates at UN

The ongoing case of Palestinian poet, Ashraf Fayadh, who is currently imprisoned in Saudi Arabia.

The latest in a series of trials and results has seen the sentence commuted from beheading to eight years imprisonment with 800 lashes for ‘apostasy’. The charges include “spreading atheism” and insulting “the divine self”.

Ashraf Fayadh, a poet currently imprisoned in Saudi Arabia.

On Thursday 23/06/2016 at the United Nations, the International Humanist and Ethical Union’s (IHEU) director of advocacy, Elizabeth O’Casey, read out a poem that is banned in Saudi Arabia on the grounds of ‘apostasy.’ The poem was delivered in front of the delegation from Saudi Arabia and the rest of the Human Rights Council.

Read the full story on:-

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

there is no justice.. the late great Bowie..

the talented die, silence reigns, rebels leave the lost behind...


Friday, December 18, 2015

Support Ashraf Fayadh, a Palestinian poet who has been sentenced to death by the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia..

for Apostasy for christ sake.. in this day and age... Islam (Arabic: ردة‎ riddah or ارتداد irtidād) is commonly defined as the conscious abandonment of Islam by a Muslim in word or through deed.

Islam really does need to get its act together and drag itself into this century or at the very least stop killing people for such a flimsy thing called belief / faith

..imagine if the catholic church started to do the same here... and they did to an extent with ostracisation / denunciation - thankfully 'The Struggle' helped break the back of their power.. particularly here in the north..

Anyway.. and most crucially..
please support Ashraf Fayadh, a Palestinian poet who has been sentenced to death by the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia:

Worldwide reading 14.01.2016 - Worldwide Reading of selected poems and other texts in support of Ashraf Fayadh

Friday, October 09, 2015

Che Guevara - the Irish will never forget

Che Guevara

Once again... October 9 2015 marks 48 years since the fall in combat of Ernesto Che Guevara, freedom fighter and legendary guerilla born: June 14, 1928, Rosario, Argentina.

His father Ernest Guevara Lynch said "The first thing to note is that in my son's veins flowed the blood of the Irish rebels", he said in a 1969 interview. He went on: "Che inherited some of the features of our restless ancestors. There was something in his nature which drew him to distant wandering, dangerous adventures and new ideas".

As an Irishman I must again reiterate my immense pride in the fact that Che Guevara has family connections with Ireland.

a toast to Che... y hasta siempre

Saturday, June 13, 2015

William Butler Yeats

On this day in 1865..

No doubt many have many favourite WB Yeats poems...

When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats
Born: June 13, 1865, Sandymount, Ireland
Died: January 28, 1939, Menton, France

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Poem - Horse Words

hypnotic or alluring the scratch of the pencil
like a fresh horse just out 
spooked by a sound in its mind
the smell around it
not running for the joy
but for fear
behind that imagined scratch
on a sensitive place called bleed me
and so it does, but not blood
a trickle of phantasms
half formed half shapes gaining on you 
feeling the fear of the horse words under you
knowing without looking the gallop a leading question
another high cliff 
just a fall away,
waking up to a future of