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Dr. C. A. Buckley
Fr. Buckley, a graduate of St. Patrick’s College Maynooth, and Oxford University, lives and works in Kilgarvan, Co. Kerry, Ireland. He has also published two prose works, Wheels of Light, Learn from Me and is busy finishing three novels, The Cottage, The Mountain and the Island. Thes should see the light of the day in the not so distant future.
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12381.pngIt’s only with one’s heart that one can see clearly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Table of Contents
The Tree
Christ the Clown
Villanelle
Stars
Words of Light
The Birds of Truth
A Sonnet for Mr Pavorotti Thrush
To Scellig Michael with Aine
The River of Life
The Ballad of the Swimming Dog
Death of a Populist
A Waking at the Top of Coom
Hair
Trip to the Dentist
Aisling on Garnish
The Almighty Car
Back to the Blue Lagoon
The Baptismal Rite
A Love Song for Clare
An Idealistic Poetic Manifesto
The Poet at Heaven’s Gate
Surviving the Virus: Poetic Reflections on COVID-19
Our Progressive Era
A Mother Theresa Memorial Poem
When Elvis Sang in Tupelo
Grace
Dreams
Stack of Turf
Bog Days
School Days
Faraway and Near
New Praties
The Trap Father
The Seagull
Summers of the Swallow
2020 Swallows
The Sparrow
Lament
The Badlands
Complaint of a Latter-Day Conservationist
Summer Hay Time
Hope
Home Thoughts from Abroad
The Tree of Life
Sonnet for Jean
Tribute
Life and Death
Bethlehem
Beit Umar
Peace in the Valley
Letter from Eve
Icon
A New Heaven
The Celibate’s Heaven
For Vera
The Devil Speaks to Me
Circles
Near Death Experience
The Lone Pigeon
The White Dove of Palestine
The Farmyard Goose
The Colourful Drake
The Wild One
The Jackdaw
The Robin Redbreast
The Magpie
Michael
The Golden Plan
Killing the Goose
The winter Robin
The Wise Old Owl
The House Dog
If Apes Had Been Content with Tails
Chains of Darkness
Depression
Lost and Alone
Only the Lonely
The Mad Revolt of Mr Words
Light Relief
Obsessed with Rhyme
The Sometime Priest
Penguins
The Great Ship
Hy Brassil
Country Escape
Islands Faraway
Mortality
Elegy for Jerry
The Ah, but
Generation
Queen of Darkness
The Poet Philosopher Home Hiking in Clare: Seasons of the Soul
The Wisdom of St Simon Stylites
They
The Last Frontier
Extracts from the Second Voyage
Epitaph
Image4917.JPGThe Tree
In leaf and limb the greenest tree
I painted in simplicity,
Expecting the world to kneel and stare
And feel the love I dared to share.
Yet when the broken bough was pain
And my world was dark again,
I lifted up my silent eye
And saw the tree that would not die.
The tree I painted was to me,
Both life and all I wished to be.
Christ the Clown
(Christ was seen as a clown, laughing at
man’s follies, in the Middle Ages)
Two thousand years
Have tumbled down
And still we laugh
With Christ the clown,
Subverting all
Our gnostic creeds,
Fulfilling all
Our inner needs;
In the circus 2000s yet to be,
Be master clown among the free.
Curb the plumed horses
Of our pride,
The lions tame
Of all our crimes,
While high upon
The wire of hope,
Keep safe the jugglers
Of our arts,
And the shapely ladies
Of our loves;
In circus 2000s yet to be
Be master clown among the free.
With fireworks
Light up all our skies,
Let brightest wonder
Spread surprise,
To fill our youth
With dazzling smiles,
Set pearls of joy
In children’s eyes;
In the circus 2000s yet to be,
Be master clown among the free.
Villanelle
Life in itself is surely not enough.
The grave finds out the artist in the worm.
We are such things as dreams are made to touch.
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
The dreamer writes out projects in the mist,
The sailor in the passing of the storm.
Life in itself is surely not enough.
The politician thrives on power and still corrupts.
The courageous stand up and call him out.
Life in itself, like sand, is fleeting stuff.
The lover, it is true, comes closest to the best,
Though lying down in sheets of stain and lust.
Life in itself is surely not enough.
The hermit in the forest, sleeping rough.
The nun within the cloister neat and calm.
We are such things as dreams are made to touch.
Life in itself, like sand, is fleeting stuff.
The mystery of all that is, though sometimes lost,
Lives on, though tortured on a bloody cross.
Life in itself is surely is not enough
The worm crawls towards us bearing gifts of truth.
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
Life in itself is surely not enough.
We swagger through, disguising with a laugh,
The clay beneath the skin, the fading youth.
Life in itself is surely not enough.
Time’s monkey squats and opens, chink by chink,
A door into the dark of evermore.
Life in itself, like sand, is fleeting stuff.
The sun shines on while nature rules the clock.
We waver between the spirit and the brute.
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
Beauty flames within the burning leaf,
And brave buds die in frosts of winter grief.
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
The farmer plants the corn and gains increase.
The banker hives the profits off the top.
Life in itself, like sand, is fleeting stuff.
The One has left a poison in the cup
And left the end of summer in the fruit.
Life in itself is surely not enough.
The mystic seeks the desert free from blight
While lords and ladies fester in the night.
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
The crust of bread the poor man sees as life,
When eaten, leaves a hunger in the heart.
Life in itself is sand, is fleeting stuff.
The thinker pulls ideas from his hat,
Or wallows in a senseless stream of cant.
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
Life in itself is surely not enough.
The man of science seeks in vain a final truth
While physics holds to ever-changing faith.
Life in itself is sand, is fleeting stuff.
The dancer and the singer need no proof,
But when froth fades, the beer is always flat.
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
The philosopher seeks for patterns in the mist.
The gambler hazards all in pitch and toss.
Life in itself is surely not enough.
Come take the bull by the horns, and quick.
Seek still for nought that is not less than right.
The eternity of the heavens, pure and bright.
For life in itself is surely not enough,
The artist etches patterns in the dust.
Stars
Sometimes stars speckle the sky,
And people looking up see
Them as the brightness of being
In the blue emptiness of life,
Emblems of inspiration and aspiration
On the edge of time’s knife.
Sometimes stars appear
In the eyes of a lover,
Or in the hands of Lady Luck,
Or sometimes they gleam
And glimmer in a good book,
Like sunlight through life’s bars.
Sometimes a star is something
We’ve always seen but never seen;
Because life has been
Stripped of its green glamour,
We see no light in the clamour of cities
Or in the clutter of commerce,
Only the glare of neon lights.
Yet on rare occasions,
A star from on high shows us
Not only what we desire
But also what’s infinitely true and right.
But walking in the more usual night,
We see only cloudy planets,
And rain, and the demands of vanity.
So our starry angels flee from us
To hide themselves in shadows
Like frightened dogs.
So even when each new day dawns,
Though brighter than stars,
It doesn’t come as a surprise
Or make us more happy or wise.
Only divine stars of diamond light
Can do that, for we live in a sea of sighs,
Yet there are always stars in a child’s words,
And in a child’s wondering eyes.
Maybe only the pure of heart see stars;
Life has cares, so we look down
Rather than up,
And so we see only life’s snares,
Or the tinsel stars sold in life’s fairs.
True stars are those that like fishermen,
Guide us to the safety of a home bay.
In every night they are guiding lights
In the darkness and storms of the sea.
So as the depthless blue space at night,
Is lit by a wonder of sapphires stars,
May the deep inner space of my heart
Be lit by stars of highest life and hope.
And thereby freed from earth’s snares,
May I rise on fearless wings of faith,
Poetry, and art into the fine, starry skies that
Illuminate life here and forever more.
Image4929.JPGWords of Light
Words have the power to plumb
The depths of the soul’s well within,
Or transport me to heavenly towers of being.
As I struggle sometimes,
Suddenly the right words come
Like stars out