Midsummer Magic

It’s midsummer day, sun shines from on high

Puffy clouds float, in the bright, blue sky

Taking a walk by the sea

With a friend, carefree

A magical moment, for us to enjoy

Take It Easy…

Bloomsday Breakfast

Breakfast of kidney, and a cup of tea

Licking his lips, Bloom’s near rea-dy

One bite to savour

Oh, what a flavour

Must have more, before serving Moll-y

Blooming Breakfast!

She lay in bed, as he entered the room

Darling, tea and toast, just as you like

Ah, ta, she said from her sleepy gloom

Yes, and an obsequious pose he did strike

Tea, my dear

Don Cameron 2022

YEATS – Birthday Boy

Yes, I’ll go now, to my beloved lake isle

Ensconce myself there, and stay awhile

At last I find

The peace of mind

Simple life, that always brings a smile

WB Yeats – Born on 13 June 1865 at 5, Sandymount Avenue, Sandymount, Dublin

Making Kisstory

We held each other, so close and tight

‘Neath the magic, of dancing moonlight

We breathed as one

Oh such loving fun

Then kisstory was made, a wonderous night

Making Kisstory

Flanntastic!

It’s April Fool’s Day, and time for a drink

In the great Palace Bar, it’s pints we’ll sink

With Chapman and Keats

Serving up verbal treats

Know what I mean, with a nod and a wink

The Palace Bar, 21 Fleet Street, Dublin

The Third Policeman, now there’s a great book    

Too weird for many, sure isn’t that the hook

And De Selby knew jack

That lippy ould hack

And a pint of plain, wishing you all good luck

Flann – Your Only Man!

I once saw Flann, racing past on a bike

The coppers gave chase, to stop his flight

They upped their speed

But he paid them no heed

And into a pub, he disappeared from sight!

The Third Policeman’s ‘Atomic Bike’

Flann O’Brien, writer and essayist, died on 1st April 1966 – Flannday!

On the Beach

Spring’s in the air, and it’s time for the broom

While out  in the garden, daffodils do bloom

Then time for a stroll

It’s good for the soul

On my favourite  beach, in the bubbling plume

On the Beach….

Ulysses @ 100

At the Martello Tower, the tale did start

Joyce’s masterpiece, his work of art

With Mulligan and Kinch

Locked in verbal clinch

What a fantastic story, he did compart

Martello Tower – The James Joyce Museum, Sandycove, Dublin

Now a century old, and still feeling new

The wonderful images, he brilliantly drew

Be it Swenys and soap

Or the Strand and hope

As from each page, they magically flew

Sandymount Strand, Sandymount, Dublin

And then there’s Molly, her hair all tress

In a mirror, her figure-hugging dress

She thinks of Bloom

And her memories loom

Of that day in Howth, when she said YES  

Howth Harbour

© Don Cameron 2022

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Ulysses was published by Shakespeare & Co, Paris on 2 February 1922 – James Joyce’s 40th birthday.

On Your Bike

B ikes are brilliant, for getting around

I nspiring transport, but do not clown

K eep safe and aware

E nsure your care

S teady as you go, now roll into town

Free Wheelin’ (Sandymount Strand, Dublin)

Fun in the Sun

Walking on sunshine, the only thing to do

The sky is clear, and it’s great being with you

Let’s have fun in the sun

There’s no need to run

On the warm beach, neath a canvas so blue

Walking on Sunshine

Sandymount Strand, Dublin

Wave

I’m the wave, that tickled your toe

All washed up, with nowhere to go

But wait a second

The tide’s just beckoned

Off again, nature’s ebb and flow

Ebb and Flow