Biography of Chris Lane
Cuirfidh sé faoi
deara na saoráidí
is gá a sholáthar
Rí na Tuaisceart.
Rí na Tuaisceart
i mbeagán focal;
bliain bhisigh go deo,
arís agus arís eile.
Nach tú atá fiosrach!
'Maith go leor, mar sin.
Ní chuirfidh mé níos mó ceisteanna ort'
Lig dom! Fág dom i m'éinear!
Sorcha Ní Laighin
Nach mé an t-amadán!
Is crá croí é!
i bhfad ag imeacht!
Réidh le éigríoch.
A chuisle mo chroi
An bhfuil tú damhsa liom?
Gráím thú - Ádhraím thú
Le grá go deo
Táim i ngrá leat.
Chris Lane Poems
Following Orders As Soldiers.
Some follow orders well, Others question authority Everyone is someone's child And sad it is
Juneteenth - On June Nineteenth
`Juneteenth - On June nineteenth An emancipation day celebration for African-Americans And although emancipation, originally granted effective January 1863
Alien Love Sent from above Characteristically, Inherent Perfection.
Letter To Thessaloniki And Kavala.
Do not let them strike You down: It is entirely Your operation. It should always be For the people
Half Moon Birdsong Of Spring
Half moon drifted westwards An early birdsong signals dawn Pushing the soil aside Little shoots
Dempsey has two beautiful Rhodesian Ridgebacks, Wilhelm and Isabella. No confusion here, A grown man has named these dogs! Strangest of all, ol’ Dempsey
Mesmerized By Your Touch
I knew that this would happen I'm mesmerized by your touch addicted to the feeling your energy in your touch.
Though no longer amongst us Their tradition and spirit lingers on Like the names associated with Each month's new full moon
She Is Mary
In the Horse Shoe Café Mary spoke of her childhood In Ballingeary
Tucson Arizona –clear Night Sky
A thousand million Brilliant Stars: This quiet, quiet night.
Born On The 4th Of July.
Liberty is their destination. Born on The fourth of July 1776.
Spring Sun Risen
In keeping with tradition the elders watched the sky Around the last days before, the Winter Sun would die: Like her Mother before her, she'd send the children up
Self Centered - Self Absorbed
The Wood has begun to smolder And you as usual are far too Self centered to understand!
Purple Irises With Hues Of Gold And Frag...
The purple Irises glistened in the morning stillness with three tongues that lick as if to catch a dew drop
Poetesses Of Ireland
Irish poetesses look what you do!
Your words make me fall head of heels in love
With your Island nation and you.
Coast to coast
Fixed in the ocean.
Your Gaelic magic
Has: over me a spell woven.