#Poetry

by Damien Hughes on Oct 1st, 2013 - 3532 Views

We are delighted to pass on the fantastic news that our very own resident poet, Alan Finn, has been chosen to take part in a workshop with one of Ireland’s favourite poets. Clondalkin Library held a competition for all aspiring writers in South County Dublin. Local writers were asked to submit... 

by Alan Finn on Jul 4th, 2012 - 2561 Views

I have always loved you even when things weren’t good between us, I always made sure you were ok before I went to bed each night I always made sure you had fresh and clean clothes on your back, and that you had a least four pairs of runners or shoes I always gave you two big bouts of love, to make... 

by Alan Finn on Dec 21st, 2011 - 2054 Views

The trees that were dotted in between the park’s path on either side, looked so shabby and bare the leaves that once danced on each branch were all gone… long disappeared so it seemed As I look around all the trees, the plants look so lost and so miserable, so lonely like a lost soul, lost on this... 

by Alan Finn on May 10th, 2011 - 2010 Views

The days that have past us by, people say are the good old days. The ways that people worked and lived, is part of our rich history. The arcs that surround our Cathedrals and churches, where all done by hand, there was no machines them day but at least there was plenty of work. Boys at the age of 12... 

by Alan Finn on Mar 8th, 2011 - 1605 Views

He Looked, She at him. She Smiled, He at her. Do you remember, he asked. I do she said. Its so fresh, we where so new. So new to that world, and so new to the love buzz. Seeing you today she said, It feels that it was only yesterday. Its so fresh inside, I can still feel it within my heart. We where... 

by Alan Finn on Dec 24th, 2010 - 2285 Views

The stroke it done, the cash in the palm. I phone one of the many dealer’s, and Meet them on high I’m alone in me gaff, this is what I need I fish out my bag of Tricks, and use the new. I empty the Q of beige powder on to the spoon, Mix in some water and some citric, I light me lighter under Me... 

by Alan Finn on Oct 28th, 2010 - 2244 Views

Dublin there is no city like it, nor will there ever be. It’s one of the smallest county in Ireland, and yet it feels really big I could walk around it blindfolded, and still get there on time. I love the feel of the cobble stones as they wobble beneath my feet, The ones around Guinness are imbedded...