Poetry from a Dublin Scientist


In out, in out
Fill lungs with the good
Release the bad
Send it out into the aether
To the vastness of the world outside
Where it can disperse
Fade into nothingness
So the soul
Malleable beyond words
Infinitely Changeable
Can once again soar
Be everything it can be

Written for Grammar Ghoul Challenge number 27

Haikus 26/03/15

I am placing hope
Into a physician’s hands
Hoping pain will pass

Early morning rush
Compared to morning panic
It makes a nice change

Heavy rain falling
Soaking me through and through
Await fire at home

Haikus 23/03/15

The plastic paddys
Descend upon my city
To drink far too much

I miss my Girlfriend
Even though she is right now
Always in my heart

I love chipper chips
Greasy and laden with salt
Not good for the heart

Time to see what the world has
Seize what life can give

Worth The World

For you, my love
I would give the world
Every inch, every foot
The blade of grass
Every grain of sand
From the endless ice to the scorching desert
East to West
And North to South
Because if I have you
Even if only for a second
It would be worh to me
Far more than the world
And everything in it

Break it Down

Break it down for me

The game we call love

Down to its essence

Its tiniest particles


Start simply

Note the soft kisses at the start of a long day

Record the passion brought at midnight

Measure the sweet words under bated breath


Look closer

Titrate the rush of the first kiss against life’s long minute

Image the fights and the make-up

Analyse the break-ups and the new possibilities that come after


See the entirety

See the passion and the heartbreak

See the beginning and the end

See it all


Break it down for me

The highs, the lows, the good, the bad

Show me what I know

To play the game is always to win


He could’ve had a father
The guy was a descent sort
Would have been kind
But sometimes romance does not kick off
And his old man had walked out the door
Long before he first kicked in the womb

He could’ve been a rocket scientist
He was bright, all the teachers could see it
His mind burned bright behind the eyes
But school was for idiots
You can make a fortune sitting on a street
With a swig of the bottle to take away the cold

He could’ve been a daddy
It would have turned his life around
To see a part of himself looking back at him
But the bottle’s siren song
Was stronger than the pull of the heart
And love’s promise died on the vine

He could’ve lived
He could have thrived
He could have made his mark in the world
But the poison had rotted his mind
Making him numb to cold’s harsh dagger
In a doorway the world would not see

A new book for you to buy


Check this out.

Originally posted on Joe2stories:

A story anthology that I have contributed too is now available to purchase should any of you be interested.

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Haikus 13/01/15

The new year’s first post
Sets the tone for the next year
Better be careful

Rental markets mad
Apartments cost far too much
Poor getting squeezed out

Down in temple bar
A pint is seven euro
Where’s that recession

Haikus 20/12/14

Little money left
Pass beside a new bookshop
“Take all my money!”

The winter solstice
Let us all go to newgrange
See the sun shine in

Christmas is coming
Almost all my presents bought
Just one more to go

They grow up so fast
Known them since they were babies
Now they’re all grown up

Limericks 18/12/14

A fellow who I once knew
Would always say “How do you do?”

Then stick out a fist
Of muscle and grist
To shake the life out of poor you

A man of exceptional wealth
Was getting concerned for his health
Said he “The rotting of cash
May lead to a rash
And discomfort around the belt

A husband and bit of a slob
Was always yapping his gob
“Enough” said his wife
As she held up a knife
“Or I’ll shove this right up in your knob”


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