What is it like for a man of my degree, to live in a hostel-
occupied by thee!
This occupied space, it gives way to an array of wholesome nations
University, diversity and vast superstitions
I spent many-a-year occupying these joints, from the far corners of Portugal
to the farthest Western Spanish point..
But! I tell ye..this is all but a case-study! For this lad has gone fourth and discovered
it all..You see I have studied how the woman cooks and how the man likes to play
How the women get ready, and the men court and sway..
With such heavy limitations, such as technology, breathing-space and privacy to name but a few
The worst of these factors is one trying to find a clean looking loo!
My experiences have differed, from being almost eating alive by the mozzies-
To having the worst morning breakfast a man could ever imagine!
But good things have come through, and it is indeed a fact
To have met wonderful people, ate great food and shared wondrous stories
and it is indeed true, that!
Where will it be next? My wonderment growing ever so high,
Perhaps It’ll all be clear…When I’m next in the sky!

Hanka, my darling

I remember when we first met, a Wednesday Eve if I recall

The sky was dark and beautiful, so clear even when black

When I first saw your face, I smiled almost immediately

Giddy perhaps, surprised and shy more than likely

And in this moment I saw a girl-

So pure and lovely, it made me weep with curiosity––

How does a man bring happiness?

To a soul so rich and sweet, with time so fine and scarce it was now or never

As the days passed and the hours carried on, I couldn’t stop thinking about you

From Slovakia you had come, you had found yourself in a vast world filled with-

Opportunities and enrichment, I could only admire your strength and courage

You have a beauty, so admirable and great I can’t stop looking at you, and a beauty so-

Adorable and real, it makes me smile even when there is no reason to do so

I wish you luck on your next adventure, to Canada you will go, this country you adore so

But remember me, your Irish boy––As I will remember you

Like a beautiful memory; always there and never forgotten

Bye for now, my love

Won't You Go Away, Oh Dreary Rain?

Oh Rain!  Go away! Elsewhere but here
And be gone with your gloomy ways; ******!
For I have had enough of your detestible behaviour, so devoted on ruining plans
You come in all of your grey-puddled glory; like the eye of an elder
What is it that makes you detest I,  oh dreary one?
Is it my dry appearance that you despise so much?
Or perhaps my freshly laundered clothes, that you must make dripping wet!
I shall never know of your cruel reasons, and I shan’t needn’t care!
For you are just an obstacle, a miserable and detested bully-
Whom appears in my life far too often!
Why is it that brother sun brings me happines?
His sunshine rays enriching my life, giving me warmth and light
And sister moon?  Her nightly glow giving my aching body rest as I sleep at night
Shall we make peace now and build new bridges,  oh dreary one?
Call a truce?  Make way to new beginnings and beautiful fortunes?
Let’s not rush this new alliance, instead we’ll take each day as it comes
But the question I must ask, Rain; will you ever learn from brother sun?