in particular my 12 ex pat,s , why are we only 13 what can we do to build our team up ? lets go , also if you have any comment on american politics /irish post them on the blog ITS GREAT TO BE A EX PAT,S
Added by tony paxton on May 2, 2008 at 15:22 —
My latest Squidoo lens in the Celtic Music series is for the Irish traditional band Lúnasa
, another group I discovered by listening to liveIreland.com. They released their first self-titled album in 1999 and it became an immediate best seller in Ireland, and was named one of the top ten albums of the year by the Irish Echo in the US. With the release of a "best of" album this year, they now have seven to their credit. The band tours… Continue
Added by MobyD on May 2, 2008 at 4:00 —
The ship came sailing in;
Upon its magnificent deck,
rested a cargo of fine silver and gold trinkets.
The many shapes and colors of precious gems
glistened from within the depths of huge trunks.
The laughter of evil men rang out across the quiet
vastness of the sea.
Their greedy eyes devoured what was rightfully ours,
while their blood splattered hands molested our very souls;
(As) we the crew silently prepared to die at the hands
of these… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:31 —
Bees-- laughter of children
Barbecue and pool parties
Graduation-- changes pending
Sun showers and afternoons spent fishing
Sweet sun burning winter's skin
Noxema and repellent
Copyright ©2008 Felicia M. Maisey
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:30 —
My how the wind, the wind with its glorious self righteousness
soothes me, moves me to action, aids in my quest for peace
The wind sees all and knows all
It carries your whispers into the night'
and dreams into the day
The wind, the wind its power self evident
The wind, a healer of seasons, destoyer of lives
The wind someday shall carry me away to a better place
Copyright ©2008 Felicia M. Maisey
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:29 —
Like a wild animal, called upon to be tame
I swiftly exercised all chemicals from my veins
Savagely, I fought to maintain a little sanity
I mopped up after every storm, opened windows;
Pretended to breath
My wings were broken and I forgot how to sing,
Until at last, a ray of sun shown through the looking glass,
Setting it aflame
As the fire spread, I almost prayed for death to come
And allow me to escape the pain
But alas, I survived
Like a… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:20 —
There are weeds in the garden.
Blending with the flowers,
Quite often they seem beautiful,
Distracting from view the essence of a blossom.
They feel like flowers and grow undaunted, if one is not careful,
Until, unattended, they strangle the life from the flower at its very roots.
The petals wither, drop to Earth, and suddenly the lovely garden is no more.
It stands barren; so alone, except for the colorful weeds.
There is no more scent to the air, no… Continue
Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:19 —
Rowan Tree at Sean Óg's Pub Tralee 6:30pm - closing
Rowan Tree and the USI Chamber Choir
St. Mary's Church, Dingle, Co Clare
Rowan Tree and USI Chamber Choir
Our Lady and St. Michael's Catholic Church, Ennistymon
Trad session to follow at Cooley's Pub, Ennistymon.
May 16 Rowan Tree
Gus O'Conner's Pub, Doolin, Co. Clare
Evening session… Continue
Added by Daniel-O! on May 1, 2008 at 20:13 —
With this latest Squidoo lens, I'm back to focusing on performers. Alasdair Fraser
is a fantastically talented player and teacher of traditional Scottish fiddle music. I learned about him from a coworker around 1989 - he had a tape of The Road North playing in his car while we rode home from work one day. I was impressed, and the next January, we went to a Burns Night celebration at Sanders Theater at Harvard University to see him… Continue
Added by MobyD on May 1, 2008 at 1:13 —
I could not work
So I threw a bottle into the woods
And then I felt bad
For the doe paw
And the rabbit paw
So I went looking for the pieces
Of the bottle that I threw
Because I couldn’t work
I went deep
Further than i could throw
And i came upon an old abandoned well
All boarded over
With a drip hanging from the bucket still
Well I watched that drip but it would not drop
I watched that drip but… Continue
Added by Ronnie on April 30, 2008 at 18:54 —
Have you ever truly considered the validity in the adage, "youth is wasted on the young?" Awhile back, I had a project for class, and I found myself reading a book entitled, "Dances With Luigi." The author was a young man hellbent on utilizing his American idealism in Italy, until a very astute and insightful neighbor befriends him and begins to assist him in his journey of discovery. As the author reconnects with his heritage and his family, long forgotten by his American relatives, he begins… Continue
Added by Felicia on April 30, 2008 at 17:55 —
Five musicians around a magic cauldron, a clearing delighted, and a strange mixture that provide energy and pace to play until daybreak. Frangipan's, a group travelled to the music: Britain, Ireland, compositions, to find music, dance, dream, share. A horse on their instruments (violin / vocals, accordion / bouzouki, guitar / bodhràn, cello-whistle, derbouka / drum of water), they are on their way to new adventures full of complicity.
URL de son profil… Continue
Added by Miss O Connor on April 29, 2008 at 20:02 —
I've noticed how my attitude changes when I listen to too much news on the radio or see too much of it on the television. Mind you, I don't watch much TV anyway, but I do read a lot of news and listen to the radio all day. If I were to take all of the news of the day as defining the state of the world, I'd have to say we're pretty much f#@ked. That kind of gets me down and I'm sure it does many others. I get pissed that nothing really seems to change for the better and that our leaders are… Continue
Added by Ronnie on April 29, 2008 at 17:06 —
Last night our Bay St. George Folk Arts Council
held its monthly folk night. Last night it was held at Clancey's Pub in Stephenville. Our host group was "The Landsmen
" (Ed Keeping, George Keeping and Blaine… Continue
Added by Jill (mandogrl) on April 28, 2008 at 21:00 —
My latest Squidoo lens is a natural choice: liveIreland.com
, the site and station that got me inspired to create Celtic music lenses in the first place. Needless to say, I listened to the station throughout the creation of the lens, except when I was checking out the YouTube videos on the page. The first video is Klara McDonnell singing "Ride On." The other five I chose by going through the listings of videos that members of… Continue
Added by MobyD on April 28, 2008 at 0:43 —
Added by Ronnie on April 26, 2008 at 19:11 —
Another day, another Squidoo lens, although I wouldn't count on that continuing to be a daily event.
This lens is about The Thistle & Shamrock
, Fiona Ritchie's weekly hour-long program on NPR. Of course, the program has its own excellent and extensive website, so what I've done is give a brief idea of the show and site, then I picked five CDs (so far) featured on recent broadcasts Fiona did for new music she'd… Continue
Added by MobyD on April 26, 2008 at 1:33 —
I’m sorry, but you’ll get no answers from me.
Hell, if I had answers, ‘tis wealthy I‘d be.
Questions are many, but answers are few,
And the wealthy don’t share with the likes of me and you..
At least not their answers to how they got rich –
Their happiness, prosperity, and tax benefits.
Oh, they’ll tell you it’s hard work, perseverance and toil,
“Good luck..?? No way, José..!! That’s just a foil..!!”
But isn’t… Continue
Added by Dabhoch on April 25, 2008 at 18:30 —
Eurovision Song Contest, Norway 8th May 1996..... I was 8 years old that day and like the whole Greece, I was watching the contest on TV. Being in that young age, you can't realise very well the songs and the whole contest had no interest for me..But suddenly I heard a song which fascinated me a lot. The name of the country was "Ireland", and there was a woman with a fantastic voice and a man who was playing "a weird drum" (i didn't know anything about bodhran then...). It was Eimear Quinn with… Continue
Added by Dimitris K. on April 25, 2008 at 14:10 —
Land of the Free Continue
The trip to Ireland for the O’Connell family of Simsbury, Connecticut, was winding down in the western town of Ennis. John O’Connell, the family patriarch, conducted the tour that included all of the Art Museums, antiquity museums and plays that Ireland had to offer and his issue could stand. Paul and Peter, John’s two sons, waited their time to play golf at the world’s greatest golf courses only to be thwarted by rainy…
Added by Jeremiah Fay on April 25, 2008 at 9:00 —