passing time (Remove filter)
One Hundred Days In Plague Town
One Hundred Days In Plague Town
I met a man in Plague Town
With bird’s beak and a long black coat
He carried a cane in his left hand
He spoke to me and I quote:
‘Don’t travel far from your fire son
Go runaway and hide
For Fear stalks the streets of Plague Town
Some are ill and others have died’
So I went back home as he told me
And I sat and counted the days
...Thursday 9th July 2020 5:06 pm
Hand Count
Hand Count
Sixty times a minute
I have travelled round this face
Three thousand six hundred times an hour
I have faithfully kept pace
Eighty six thousand four hundred times a day
I’ve ticked along
Six hundred and four thousand eight hundred times a week
Always right and never wrong
Eighteen million one hundred and forty four thousands times an average month
Relen...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 2:08 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
6 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
10 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Fallen Leaf
18 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
24 minutes ago
Yanma Hidayah on The heart that waited
26 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SUPPORT GENOCIDE ACTION I OPPOSE PALESTINE ACTION
32 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on 'Little Boy' 6/8/1945 (80 Years Ago)
41 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Starved.
45 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on A SEASON THAT SKIPPED US?
46 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elementary
54 minutes ago