Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Love conquers all



https://plus.google.com/102314486331710415915/posts/TTDQwgymAay
English translation:

Okay let her sleep
Now she can not hear
no you do not speak
why can not feel this heart
Wind does not tell you too
now she can not hear
sleeps sleeps and does not want
not like most that heart

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Boy at the Window



It was late evening before the sun had set
My father bicycled out dressed in his uniform
Polish and proud, whistle, bell, cap
Handcuffs, trouser clips
To the station to the black hole
I watched him turn the corner out of sight 

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Book Review by Eric Adler


See my published books

Mervyn Cooke's 'O Derry Boy' smacks of Ireland and the Irish, and of his Irish background, and one feels the blood leaping from his prose.  This short childhood in pictures and poems falls neatly, if painfully in two parts.


Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Margaret Thatcher 1925 - 2013 RIP

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;



Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.


Saturday, 11 August 2012

White Fox Lyrics


白狐 (White Fox) by 陈瑞 (Chen Rui)
I am a fox with a thousand years of experience
A thousand years of experience; a thousand years of loneliness
In the depths of the night when people are still, some can hear me crying
Beyond the screen of the lantern's light, some can see me dancing

White Fox by Chen Rui


Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Dedicated to N.

I knocked the door, a stranger
 and asked if your Mother was in
– ' she’s gone ' you said
and I saw the loss in your face

You opened the door and
let me enter your sadness
You inhabited the shell of her
And let the husks fall away

Friday, 15 June 2012

Horses by Ted Hughes













I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,

Not a leaf, not a bird-
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood


Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness

Till the moorline – blackening dregs of the brightening grey –
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:

Monday, 11 June 2012

Church in the Pub

 The local church in your local.




 Why not join us for a pub quiz at the Wendover Arms on Tuesday 26th June.


Teams are up to 4 people and entry is £1 per person?

Church in the Pub generally meets every other Wed at 7.45pm to chat about Christian issues in real life. There is a speaker to guide us and  last time Sam Mason told us how faith, hope and love overcome  hurdles.

Next session on Wed 20th June will be Sarah Mordaunt from the One Can Trust ,who provide food parcels to those, in crisis

 Begin using your hands for honest work, and then give generously to others in need.

Ephesians 4:28

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Your feedback

Michael (UK) said
I have you to thank for ever for changing my course
and road in life "

Nuff said
.
Tim (Peru) said
" Butlers Bridge is bloody brilliant "

Nuff said.





Friday, 18 May 2012

When you lose someone

For Deirdre


Faye said
How beautiful, from a story-teller who paints with words =). 

Barbara said

" I know Deirdre will love it.  She has just been widowed and I know your book will bring her much joy.She is such a lovely soul.  They came to Dublin from NI many years ago due to the economics there, and started again from nothing, raising the children in the south.   Losing Eddie has been a hard blow for her and I know your poems will lift her."

Deirdre said


" What a lovely surprise I got this morning.  Thank you!!  My house is full of family at the moment, a gathering for a family wedding up in Donegal.  I want to sit down and really read your lovely evocative book.  From a quick perusal i was able to get a wonderful sense of place, the sights and sounds, I could even feel the tickle of the straw!! "

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Lost Boyhood


















The Turf stack stood beyond the midden by the byre
The last track that led to the Rock Heads

To the straw-bed sheep shed snug in the worst of Winter
To the muddied gate cracked-dry surface in Summer

To the last outpost of boyhood

Saturday, 21 April 2012






Sunday, 25 March 2012

The Trees


Are we a Tree?
that grows and grows
four score years or more
save some sudden storm

Friday, 16 March 2012

Your feedback on Nightlove

I am impressed, this is a beautiful piece, you definitely have a way with words, and your princess of night is enchanting, thank you! STEVE

particularly loved your poem 'Nightlove' on your website -- that was excellent. Keep up the great work!  Jane

Nightlove
















Curtain leaking light cross the valley 
Owl hooting emptiness
Night a sleeping princess
How she lies over the land
Her hills her folds, a faint heart beat.
A dog barks, no child, no sound stirs

Night slips the cool skin of her valleys
A heart of roses entwined in the tree line,

Cool calms the night
A  faint wind, her breath
A vapor trail faded long in her nightness

I let the garden grow
As I am weary
And on every leaf
On every blade of grass
On every tree silhouette
She slumbers
My princess

Mervyn Cooke 
Copyright © O Derry Boy August 2011

Saturday, 3 March 2012

March's Poem

On the long lonely shores of Ica
Lie I on my back and stare at the sky
Follow the flight of the cormorants as they snake
Single file on their languid journey northwards
Stoned straight on this far-flung shore
I feel too giddy to go gawp the universe



I Ica Peru parallel lives
Me the coast the magnetic migration of wildlife
Stare into space and zoomup the universe
Where am I but a dot in your eye

Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Spirituality group meeting

We are a group from St Birinus and St John’s church who enjoy meeting to have  a chat about spiritual  and faith issues in the Wendover Arms pub every other Wednesday. If anyone would like to join us in our chats, please feel free to come along. Our next meetings are on Wed 29th Feb and Weds 14th  March, both at 7.45 . For further info please contact office@banjos.org.uk

Each month they have a message for you.  
This month it is Ecclesiastes 3 v1-8 - you can listen here.===>(podcasts)


A Time for Everything
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.






Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Your feedback


" As with your previous poems, this really conveys strong images of childhood and of the natural world. I love the way your poems seem to draw the reader in straight away – the imagery you use is very powerful and I could really imagine being there. I particularly liked the description of the sheep, the ‘keepers of the mountain’ - their lively characters contrasting well with the harsh image of the dead crows in the next.


The description of the blue bottle in the last verse, desperate to escape, is great and emphasises the peace and stillness of the room really well. I really like the way your writing conveys meaning so effectively and conjures up such strong imagery! "

Monday, 2 January 2012

Happy New Year to all















岁月被一页一页地撕去
Time passes by, page by page torn away
新年的脚步悄悄来临...
New Year’s footsteps softly tread
大街上喜庆的七彩灯
The main street draped in festive, multi coloured lanterns
点缀着节日美好氛围...
Decorating this beautiful festive air
空中飞舞的祝福
Blessings dance in the breeze
把新年的大门叩响...
The New Year Door knocks
祝你:
元旦快乐
Wishing you a Happy New Year!
我的朋友写的  笑容皇后广东,深圳
From a friend Li Jing in Shenzhen, GuangDong, China
翻译的莫文 translated by Mervyn