by Richard Gildea | Mar 9, 2016 | Poetry
“A race for rats, an’ that’s no who we are; we’re Men wie pride, who seek but honest work” – “Whilst ye may trim tae bone an’ chew cigar, we’ve borne the brunt a’ cuts an’ didnae shirk” – “Enough’s, enough” twas cry heard o’er quayside When talk a’ closure...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 9, 2016 | Poetry
No Nightingale e’er trill’d sweet song as she When educated Sister caught one’s ear In answer to God’s call, her plea twud be “Give hope to strick’n soldiers in Crimea” Thru Nursing didst propose to ease their pain Midst training hand pick’d staff to fight...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 5, 2016 | Poetry
“One’s right to silence must not be infringed” As founding Fathers ‘stated’ long ago For truth (as last resort) on this law hinged Whilst others pressed for answers even so Incrimination may result from same As uttered phrase can’t then in turn, retract...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 4, 2016 | Poetry
“For shame on thee who harbour’s evil thought” Hence – « Honi soit qui mal y pense » – on crest Reproaching self and others of a sort Who bear false witness (or by slight attest) Tis honour which said ‘Order’ hath upheld Since days of yore when ‘Chivalry’...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 3, 2016 | Poetry
Twas nae mair truth than myth (or so we’re telt) As mists o’ time obscure whit clansmen say Twas no a murdrin’ cannibal, jist ‘Celt’ This Son o’ Girvan an o’ Ballantrae The tale as spun concerned one ‘Sawney Bean’ A ne’er-do-well who frown’d on honest toil Didst tak a...
