Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Born in Galway, the author grew up in the small town of Banagher in Offaly.
Writing since a child, he published extensivly on the internet on such sites as Writers.com and Writerstoyou.com among others, before self publishing his first title 'Writings In Rhyme' in 2005.
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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Poems
A Horse Is A Horse
A horse is a horse and a man is a man And neither can be the other And each can survive but is much better In the company of one another.
Ireland, is it but a Notion?
Ireland, is it but a Notion? Ireland... is it but a notion Of a land that never was... But in the dreams of our dreamers...
He Who is Watched by the Unseen God
He who walks knows not he is watched: By a God who sees us all and is fair, Though not seen by human eyes, No one doubts that he is there...
Can a Hand Outstretched be Trusted?
Can a hand outstretched be trusted... Can we without fear accept a smile... Is all as it should be Or should we be cautios all the while?
I Am Not Alone, Though Alone I May Be
I am not alone, though alone I may be, My God always is with, and watches over me, As I each day, inthis world my way try to make, He applauds the good I do, and scorns each mistake.
Ghandi: Indias Inspiration to Ireland
He faught not war, but a campaign Freed India from Britains reign, Caused only the British to shed blood If only Ireland would camplaign, like India could!
A Cry, Silent, in the Night
A cry, silent in the night, Taken by angels heavenwards To the ear of God on high As if the Angels were birds…
The Meadows Through Which My Dancing Hea...
The meadows through which my dancing heart Has often ambled with abondoned glee Are now overgrown by thorns Through which it now cannot walk free.
The Church of the Quill
I, the sinner, in church I am not seen Because Im not missed, Im never asked where I’ve been For I, few times my face in church has shown And so, by those ho frequent it are not known.
Once There Dwelt A Scotsman
Once there lived a Scotsman Whose years nobody knew Who was seen by all in town And known by very few.
A Lady of Dreams
A lady of dreams Floats on the waves of slumbers deep And stares, a look that looks through the soul Of him who is asleep
To the Recently Deceased
The Angels they are calling, and you, you cannot stay When the angels of the Lord beckon, we all must obey Happier you will be, back where you are from Now is your time, someday mine will come.
What I See Before Me
What I see before me as I look around, At where there is nobody and nothing I see peace, I see heaven, in the tranquility, As a chorus of songbirds start to sing.
A Gift From God
Every smile, every gurgle, every cry, It is to you a gift from God, Nurture it, and it will grow, As the seed does in the sod...
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A Horse Is A Horse
A horse is a horse and a man is a man
And neither can be the other
And each can survive but is much better
In the company of one another.
And while a horse is a horse and that is true
A horse is but a beast
As a cow is a cow, some ask how
On its flesh we should not feast?
For they do so in France as in other places
And I don't know how they can
For while a horse is a horse and is only a horse
It is less a cow than it is a man!