The Hibernian Poet

The fact that February is so bitter means little to me tonight, you are warmth and this Monday is so cold. Whiskey does not help and that i...

If, in your memory the thought of my touch no longer reminds your skin of me, then throw me to the wind so whatever is left of me leaves you...

The wind caresses your nakedness entices shrouds my shadow @ @ I remember. Naked Haiku, of course made that up.

What was left standing after our winter’s storm, this tranquile ocean scoured clean by my changing sands. Of this winters seas, I fell in l...

For a moment I thought winter was finally willing to allow my feet to grow familiar with her cold oak floors, but she was winter and now I j...

Tonight, in my divine consciousness, I find myself not so with peace. Lost in this desire for you, I hear the inner cries of solitude witho...

I have tasted words from your wet lips softy, gently they spoke to me swiftly, that was love hurried, it is gone. © Oisin @

Within this sea of linen your belly is the horizon, my shoreline, it beckons me. © Oisin @ @