Thank you Aria, Eleanor and Susanne.
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
Thank you Anonymous, Grant, Jennifer and Jessie
Thank you four for bringing the total closer to where we wanna be.
May the blessing of the rain be on you—
the soft sweet rain.
May it fall upon your spirit
so that all the little flowers may spring up,
and shed their sweetness on the air.
May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
may they beat upon your spirit
and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there many a shining pool
where the blue of heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.
Thank you Mary, Michael and Paul.
Thanks very much Mary Desmond, Michael O'Callaghan and Paul Casey. Very much appreciated. May the world grant you love, life, liberty and gift you a song that will sing sweetly your experience of these things.
Grá agus síocháin
Thanks very much Jenni.
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
Thank you Cian, Goretti & Michael
Thanks very much Cian, Goretti and Michael. Very much appreciated and the honourable mentions and chapbooks will be winging a way to you soon after the final in Cork.
Grá agus síocháin
Thank you Sean
Thank you very much Sean Dennehy for being a friend of live poetry on the island of Ireland vying to create itself a self-sustaining Slam Championships.
Thank you Noelle and Kit
Thanks very much Noelle and Kit, very much appreciated.
Thank you Darragh.
Thanks very much Darragh. The previous update/poem was written and thinking of you. It was only after I published and read it I saw I'd already thanked Fiona and had got her mixed up with you. I'm all new to this. But here's a poem from a writer namesake of yours to balance things out and erase the initial error.
Advice to a Young Author
Wait a bit!
Comes the best.
Let it fill;
None the worse.
All the same!
Do your best.
Hang the rest!
Arthur Conan Doyle
May Ogma the god of speech bless you with the eloquence and verbal grace of angelic Mayo spacers.
Thank you Fiona.
Thanks very much Fiona.
Wanting to offer more than a bare minimum of thanks for helping translate into reality this vision of Ireland with its own self-financing live poetry competition, I began searching for a stray line of poetry to offer you, and stumbled across this poem in Pádraic Colum's 1922 Anthology of Irish Verse.
Reading it for the very first time twenty minutes ago the poem excited me but I thought reproducing it here would cause you to think it odd I did so, and so trying to isolate a line in it I then saw the name of its author and thought, perfect, the sheer random fact you both share the same surname means I can reproduce it as a poetic thank you.
The Counsels of O’Riordan, the Rann Maker
By T. D. O'Bolger
THE choirs of Heaven are tokened in a harp-string,
A pigeon’s egg is as crafty as the stars.
My heart is shaken by the crying of the lap-wing,
And yet the world is full of foolish wars.
There’s gold on the whin-bush every summer morning.
There’s struggling discourse in the grunting of a pig:
Yet churls will be scheming, and churls will be scorning,
And half the dim world is ruled by thimble-rig.
The luck of God is in two strangers meeting,
But the gates of Hell are in the city street
For him whose soul is not in his own keeping
And love a silver string upon his feet.
My heart is the seed of time, my veins are star-dust,
My spirit is the axle of God’s dream.
Why should my august soul be worn or care-tost?…
Lo, God is but a lamp, and I his gleam.
There’s little to be known, and that not kindly,
But an ant will burrow through a five-inch wall;
There’s nothing rises up or falls down blindly:
That’s a poor share of wisdom, but it’s all.
Thanks very much Fiona. Hope you reach your own target.