Posts Tagged ‘Northern Ireland’
The Pass – By Paul Holland (Again)
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Belfast, Belfast Poetry, Bird Watching, Espana, Great Britain, Ireland, La Rioja, Nature, Northern Ireland, Poems, Spain, Twitchers, Twitching, USA, Writing on September 30, 2014| 6 Comments »
How Do You Write The Sound Of A Bell? – By Paul Holland (Again)
Posted in Art, Poetry, tagged "Poetry",, Bells, English, Loss, Love, Love Poem, Noise, Northern Ireland, Poem, Poems, Rambling, Spain, Walking, Writing on August 29, 2014| Leave a Comment »
There are deep words that sound
Sound throughout the doings of a day
Working, Running, Cooking
Hillwalking
Can cover them for a spell.
But as a bell clanging
The tension of the sound carries.
So there are words there
From behind trees
Around buildings
Along byways
And main roads.
In places where people gather
And are alone
There
On waking
And at the pause before sleep
For me now the deep sound
And the words
Merge into
The sound of your name
And the answering echo
Calling in my heart’s space
Your name before me.
Morning – By Paul Holland (Again)
Posted in Animals, Art, Poetry, poetry, france, burkha, Scotland, Spain, tagged "Poetry",, Beauty, Birdsong, Ireland, Life, Morning, Nature, Northern Ireland, Outdoors, Poems, Rambling, Spain, Walking, World War 1 on August 5, 2014| 5 Comments »
Bluebell frillary
Shoots of Barley on the hillcrest field
Wet dripping barbed wire
Silver slivers of cold Spring light
Through a disorder of branches
A palette of greens
Smatterings of shade
Brown muddy boots
And from everywhere
Birdsong
The Sperm With A Perm Plays Musical Chairs – He Is A Game Gamete!
Posted in Beauty Tips, Canada, DIY, Funny, ginger, humor, nonsense, Humor, Humour, Parenting, Satire, Science, Scotland, UK, tagged Comedy, Coping WIth Depression, England, Family Life, Funny, Humor, Humour, Male Fantasy, Men, Modern Family Life, Northern Ireland, Parlour Games, Satire, Scotland, Sex, Sperm, USA, Wales on July 28, 2014| 10 Comments »
The Sperm With A Perm will be providing a regular update on his hopes and fears for impregnation.
Hi Everyone!
Been ages!
It was my cousin Tom’s 3rd minute birthday! Just imagine trying to play musical chairs with 120 million others! Takes Ages! Fold out chairs as well – took ages to set up. I prefer pass the parcel myself but everything gets a bit sticky.
No sign of impregnating an egg at the moment!
Sentient life will be great though – better than this load of bollocks! Think of it! Arthritis! Embarrassment! Laughter! Riding A Bike! Love! Having A Crush On Mother Theresa! ONIONS! Masturbation! (although would that be genocide?!)
Just gotta find that egg!
This bloody hot weather plays havoc with his juices!
Boner me beauty!
Must Go!
Right……Ready Or Not…..Here I Come!
But I Won’t Do That!
Rory McIlroy – 2014 Open Champion “Owes It All To Scotch Eggs”
Posted in Food, Funny, ginger, humor, nonsense, Humor, Humour, News, Random Thoughts, Satire, UK, tagged 2014 Open, Belfast, Canada, Comedy, Funny, Golf, Heartache, Holywood, Humor, Humour, Jack Nicklaus, Love, Nike, Northern Ireland, Pork Pies, Rory McIlroy, Satire, Scotch Egg, Scotch Eggs, Sports, Tiger Woods, UK, USA, Winning in Life on July 21, 2014| 26 Comments »
2014 Open Golf Champion, Rory McIlroy acknowledged the role the Scotch Egg played in delivering his latest triumph in the world of hitting little balls with a stick.
Rory throws his Scotch Egg into the crowd in celebration
“Playing with Scotch Eggs allows me to have more control over my short game and when I am feeling peckish I can nibble on these tasty savoury snacks,” he may have said.
Man and Scotch Egg in perfect harmony
Young Rory, who hails from Holywood, Northern Ireland went on to say, “Me darlin’ Mammy identified a deficiency in my hip stance and got me playing with Scotch Eggs to improve things. Like it is, so it is. Like.”
But Mammy McIlroy didn’t stop there, “She would make a variety of Scotch Eggs for me to play with. Big ones, little ones, ones with indentations at the top, pimpled ones and even one that was square! As you can imagine that didn’t roll very well!”
Young Rory & the Scotch Egg of destiny
Gingerfightback’s science correspondent, Damien Semi-Jap-Stranglehold spoke to Ursula Ooh-La-La, Professor of advanced Scotch Eggery at the University of Toulouse who told him, “Mais Oui mon cherie, Je t’adore le Piat D’or – make lurve a moi by the opagne firrreside a hoh – he – hoh.”
It is not the first time that Golfers have turned to meat base products. Jack Nicklaus won the 1978 US Open playing with a pork pie boiled in vinegar.
A man and a pie and a sand shot to glory
From The Prisons Of Our Own Minds – By Paul Holland
Posted in Poetry, Spain, UK, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Belfast, First Love, Life, Love, Northern Ireland, Poems, Spain, Writing on January 6, 2014| 14 Comments »
From The Prisons Of Our Own Minds
It is the sea that makes us realise
That we are indeed small
From the blade of grass
That we are indeed big
And for me
The memory of
The whitest light from the smile once
From of the face of my girl
She waiting at the top of my Street
To then
Go work her Saturday job in the hairdressers
And me mine in the garage.
That makes me know that I have indeed lived
Fish and Chickens – By Paul Holland (Again!)
Posted in Poetry, Spain, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Food, Love, Northern Ireland, Poems, Spain, The Table, Writing on November 26, 2013| 6 Comments »
Fish and Chickens
I like the folderol of blue embroidery
On the white tablecloth’s cool brilliance
Today’s breakfast coffee spills join
Yesterday’s
Drips and crumbs of our meals together
Are lifted and shook out
Before the cloth is put away on its shelf
Ready to be smoothed out table set
For our next meal together
Or we’ll maybe wash it
And use the one with the fish and the chickens
They instead marking out
The songs of our days.
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