[tabby title="Poem"] The ukulele, not best for Danny Boy,means unaccompanied, we gravel to begin;our chariot choir sings high and low,though jointly note the middle range. Despite harmonious melody,the Dublin-born disputes the tuneis Londonderry Air, an Ulster name.But with Guinness I...

[tabby title="Poem"] The crocus, like the other corms,stack simply, storeys building up,on top of one, the other joined.Unlike my candelabra herbs,perennials, in greenhouse care,those snowdrops, tulips, springing up,more courtesy in nurturing;the white bell clumps want undisturbed,while Dutch blooms droop if...

[tabby title="Poem"] Those angry men of Nazarethattending customed synagoguewere keen to hear their lad made good,the son of village carpenter.The ancient texts were handed him,concluding, Israel’s victory,her glory over enemies. But he stopped short, excised that part,rolled up the scroll...

[tabby title="Poem"] Now if you’ve travelled round Lagoon -I speak of Venice and its isles -you’ll know Murano by its glass,less so Burano, painted streets. Between their pastel shaded homeshangs washing, dripping in breeze heat.Like paving, crazy, walking thereon laundry...

[tabby title="Poem"] With threnody of global cries,excruciating pains of war,I worry that my self-concernscreams inappropriate to air. And yet inside my head, confused,lost memories, dementia hints,entanglements of synapse threads,diffused, every thought everywhere,as strewn, flung, scattered, round about,me dizzy in carousal...