Tom O'Brien

Tom O'Brien Poems

THE GREEN FORGOTTEN VALLEYS

Those green forgotten valleys,
No longer can be seen
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HOW TO MEASURE RAIN

Walking through an ancient woodland
Wildflower meadows glinting through the trees
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NORTH CAROLINA TREES

Tall pines, straight as railway sleepers,
Stun me with their skinny beauty
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ACHTUNG BABY!

This refreshingly quiet street
Round the corner from Checkpoint Charlie
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DRIVING WHILE BLACK

Don't drive while you're black
‘Cos you may get stopped on the way back
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LOS ANGELES

From dream factory
To nightmare landscape
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TAKE NOTHING BUT THE PICTURES

Our minds are all we have
They are all we have ever had
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ABOUT SINGING

An unsung land is a dead land
Forget the song
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I AM RED

I am red like burning fire
I am covered with a glowing down
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In Hastings town I met a man

Who said he loved the Klu Klux Klan
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THERE WAS A TIME…

There was a time which was Much better lived than told There was a time we were much younger then And growing up held more sway than growing old And then one day all that growing was done And the long slide down that Imaginary hill had begun…
I've slid, lost my hat, what's worse, I've gotten fat, But if, at the end of it all, I could choose,
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THE NIGHT THE MUSIC DIED

He lay in the box quite comfortably
His waxen face staring into infinity
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CITY OF GOLD

I walk this city of twenty-six year olds
With their narrow suits and three-o-clock faces
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THE BEAR NECESSITIES

‘What kind of animal are you then? ', she asked me.
‘Well', I replied
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RUSSIAN ROULETTE AS A CURE FOR DEPRESSION

‘The first time I pressed the trigger
I knew I was immortal'
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TIGER BAY

How long have they sat there,
Unnoticed?
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Tom O'Brien Biography

PLAYWRIGHT, POET, WRITER. Tom O’Brien is a native of Kilmacthomas Co Waterford Ireland and is a full time writer, playwright and poet. Performed plays include Money from America, Cricklewood Cowboys, On Raglan Road. Johnjo, Gorgeous Gaels, Brendan Behan’s Women Down Bottle Alley etc Books include The Shiny Red Honda, Cassidy’s Cross, Cricklewood Cowboys, The Waterford Collection. He has also recently published three collections of poetry, ‘67’, ‘67+’ and ‘Poems From The Boreen’. “I spent most of my working life in the construction industry, both in England and Ireland, as welder and latterly as a carpenter. A lot of my work is coloured by my experiences in this field; indeed my book/play ‘Cricklewood Cowboys’ deals with various Irish characters working for subbies (sub-contractors) operating out of the Kilburn/Cricklewood/Camden Town area of London. This was the sleazy side of the construction industry, where ‘subbies’ hired labourers on a daily basis for cash-in-hand and no questions asked. The venues were usually Irish pubs such as The Crown in Cricklewood or The Nags Head in Camden Town. Initially these payments were in cash but then cheques began to make an appearance. Trouble was most of these men didn’t have bank accounts, so the Irish pubs would cash these cheques – usually for a fee. As these pubs were often owned by the ‘subbies’ themselves they were onto a good thing; not only did they get paid for cashing their own cheques but most of the money was spent over the counters on drink as well! The practice is still going on to this day; only nowadays the work is done by East European workers and not Irish. My plays have mostly been staged in London, generally in the smaller ‘fringe’ theatres. Theatres like The Old Red Lion and The Kings Head in Islington, The Tabard, West London, Pentameters Theatre in NW London and The Irish Centre in Camden Town. Two of them have also toured Ireland, and my most successful play to date –On Raglan Road – has also had performances in Florida, New York and Canada. My first play, Money From America, started life as a TV script but a director friend of mine insisted it was stage play, so I re-wrote it and submitted it to the Tabard Theatre. It was immediately accepted; it ran for four weeks, sold out, and broke the box office records in the process. It was then I realised I was playwright”. I moved to Hastings in 2000 and have written many plays here, including DOWN BOTTLE ALLEY, based on the life of local alcoholic and writer Brian Harding. It was performed at the White Rock Theatre a few years ago before a sell-out audience.)

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The Green Forgotten Valleys

THE GREEN FORGOTTEN VALLEYS

Those green forgotten valleys,
No longer can be seen
Lying hidden behind the tall fir and larch
That have made these brown hills green
Relentlessly marching down the hills
Burying everything in their wake
The dead are long gone from this place
The pike no longer in the lake
The houses just hollow shells now
Where the past ghosts eerily through
The vacant windows and doors
With rotted frames and jambs that once were new.
Back then there was no silence, only the sound
Of human laughter, and bird-calls to each other
The dogs growling at a wayward sheep.
And children's scrapes kissed better by their mother
Nature is having the last laugh now
Soon there will be no trace of us at all
As the trees come marching down the hillside
No one hears the lonesome curlew's call.

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