Lazing in the shade of a maple tree,
Enthralled by sweet harmony of bird calls for company,
As a soft summer breeze does gently blow,
And cotton-ball like clouds, in the sky do flow.
Such a warm summer's afternoon that is so serene.
Letting the... – by James Anthony Kenny | 6 Views added 4 months ago
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A long time ago in Ballygahan,
That’s where my life began,
Born to parents who were so austere,
The Fourth Commandment, they did revere,
Products of a social order, now gone by,
And lived that way until they both did die.
The homestead now... – by James Anthony Kenny | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Coleen is a sailor on a submarine,
Sailing the depths of the oceans green,
Beneath the waves, where no light can be seen,
She embarks on a journey, mysterious and serene.
With her crew, she explores the unknown,
Charting new territories,... – by James Anthony Kenny | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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My Dad was raised in the town land of Tigroney,
Then later settled across the river in Ballygahan,
Native to Avoca, a picturesque valley, and his birthplace,
He never thought it necessary to emigrate away from this place.
Dad signed up to be a... – by James Anthony Kenny | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Amherstburg, along the Detroit River,
Where the river and Erie do meet,
Summers are pleasing and warm, in winters we shiver,
Friendly are the people you meet,
“You’ll love it here” is the popular tweet.
Established and populated centuries... – by James Anthony Kenny | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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Come on down to the Big Toe of Ontario,
A peninsula west of Toronto.
Where waters run and freely flow,
This is the place to dream and grow.
From the hills on high to valleys low,
With the beauty of nature in full display.
In the summer, when... – by James Anthony Kenny | 1 View added 1 year ago
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The Rose of Tralee Festival in Kerry does hold,
An exciting event that's both fun and bold.
Celebrating culture and rich Irish traditions,
As the Rose of Tralee is chosen by her impressions.
All around the town the music plays,
Joy and... – by James Anthony Kenny | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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In the depths of the universe,
Where mysteries still unfold,
There lies a tiny particle,
That holds secrets untold.
The God Particle they call it,
A name so grand and divine,
It hides within the atoms,
A kernel minuscule and sublime.
It... – by James Anthony Kenny | 64 Views added 1 year ago
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Tubs, of RTE presenters' aristocracy,
Tarnished by understated payments you see,
Once admired, now questioned with scrutiny,
Transparency demanded, no secrecy,
Trust eroded, reputation in debris,
Treading carefully, amidst the controversy.
... – by James Anthony Kenny | 1 View added 1 year ago
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In the realm of RTE's greed,
Unreported monies and deals took seed.
Funded by sponsors and public tv license,
A secret hidden from auditors and viewers, kept in silence.
Shysters raking in the dough,
Working for RTE you know!
Treat yourself... – by James Anthony Kenny | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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In the heart of the Northern lands,
Where the wilderness stretches afar,
Lies the remnants of Pine Point Mines,
That treasure hidden beneath the ground.
Those mammoth lead-zinc deposits found,
The evidence of nature's geological forces.
From... – by James Anthony Kenny | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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A person may put on a face of good,
While the inner feelings remain unseen.
It may be difficult to tell what lies in the hearts,
When everything that’s seen are smiles and gleams.
One may be kind and gentle to some,
While their inner... – by James Anthony Kenny | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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The Wicklow Way beckons hikers each day,
To bask in the sights and put worries away.
Go trek the way and have some fun!
Inhale the air so fresh and views serene.
Take a stroll through the greenest meadows,
Gaze upon vistas that take your... – by James Anthony Kenny | 22 Views added 1 year ago
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Over the summer season, intense winds across Lake Erie can blow,
With such force, they infiltrate through every nook and cranny,
Howling and yowling, just like the lonely banshee’s wail,
For mariners on the ships afloat on this enormous lake,
... – by James Anthony Kenny | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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There once was a town called Sherrifham,
It's nothing and quite the shame,
It had no people, no houses, no trees,
No wonder why it was so lame.
For to live there you'd have to be mad,
It was the most boring place ever had,
No shops, no pubs,... – by James Anthony Kenny | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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The Sherriff of Nottingham wasn't lax,
Who coerced people to pay tax,
For him It was nothing at all,
But it did somehow enthrall,
Leaving them poorer and powerless.
... – by James Anthony Kenny | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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A ghostly figure silhouetted against the sky,
The sentinel of an underground mine,
Where miners toil in the depths below,
As they labor to eke out a meager wage.
This solemn symbol of the human endeavor,
A reminder of those who work where... – by James Anthony Kenny | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Mining is far older than sin,
In millennia long ago did begin,
Man went from flint to wood then tin,
The benefit to mankind had thus set in.
A Mine is by design, an earth burrowing project,
Which yield the ores that sustained civilized eras,
... – by James Anthony Kenny | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Thru the millennia, stupidity forms a factor in our human DNA,
Every culture and society knows someone who behaves this way.
Ignorance exists in everyday life entrenched to stay,
Schooling is necessary to eradicate this social decay.
Heredity... – by James Anthony Kenny | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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To the land of my youth,
No region can compare,
To the peace of that valley,
And the abundance of fresh air.
Avoca, the vale, where rivers unite,
The Meetings, Moore he did write.
Wooden Bridge, Redmond did iterate,
While rivers passed in a... – by James Anthony Kenny | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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The miners that labored in every Wicklow mine,
Who harrowed and toiled in their life’s timeline,
For each one’s family and security was their strife,
They endured the hardship of the mines for most of their life.
Miners hailed from Wicklow and... – by James Anthony Kenny | 27 Views added 2 years ago
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The mines of Avoca are known world wide,
Where mining thrived then ebbed as markets declined.
They dotted the vale all along each hill side,
But now lay dormant until the next boom is uncovered.
In the heyday of mining years, local... – by James Anthony Kenny | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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The train whistle's blowing, steaming through Bray,
Heading down to Arklow town, some thirty miles away.
Engineer in his cab looking straight ahead,
Passengers in their seats viewing Bray Head.
Now through a dark tunnel the train is on-going,
... – by James Anthony Kenny | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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When I pass and on the other side,
The life I lived can no longer hide.
What awaits when I cross that line?
Will my soul be guided to The Divine?
Death’s door 'tis a portal I’ve heard tell,
Where all souls are directed to heaven or hell.
The... – by James Anthony Kenny | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Blue and yellow, are the colors of Ukraine’s flag.
Proudly on display by the people who are free.
It’s displayed and flown in every city and town,
By the citizens expressing their national pride.
Heed the President's battle cry! Rally the call... – by James Anthony Kenny | 56 Views added 2 years ago
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O guardian angel, my sinful way,
Brings me to my state of disarray.
I implore you to be that omnipresence,
Deep within my very conscience.
To you, now, I do silently pray,
Bring me God’s divine grace today.
Shield me from harm and guide my... – by James Anthony Kenny | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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Just had my Timmie’s for today,
It made my cobwebs go away,
My caffeine in a reusable cup,
Such a fantastic morning pick-me-up.
And along with my java, I ate a fritter,
A delicious, tasty, chunky, apple critter.
Every patron, has their own... – by James Anthony Kenny | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Words once uttered can never be taken back.
Whether spoken, written in praise, jest or verbal attack.
Smear assault is a moral low and can remain unseen,
Nowadays most often read and shared on a computer screen.
Social media is all in vogue,... – by James Anthony Kenny | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Unaccompanied and on my own,
In this dreary old river town,
The air is cloaked with an icy wintry mist,
In which a cold dampness does persist,
‘Tis the season where life slows... – by James Anthony Kenny | 24 Views added 2 years ago
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Truckfest22, the great protest in our country,
You are not at all so funny, no matter how you try,
Your conduct and antics however well-intentioned,
Are intrusive to the communities you have freebooted.
Such assembly not seen since the days of... – by PolarPaddy | 46 Views added 2 years ago
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