Poems For All Occasions is a collection of Poetry from the pen of Máiréad Tuohy Duffy. In it, she captures all the old traditional practices in her native Kerry, intermingled with her good humoured experiences as a teacher in Wicklow, Offaly and Dublin.
Her great respect is evident, for all the young men and women, who had to leave Ireland through out the years. Many of her poems are spiritual, especially her great love for her Guardian Angel. From the drowning butterfly to the Kingdom Bog, from shearing of sheep to the thatcher, Máiréad sees beauty in everything. Her poems will bring a smile to the reader’s face and a warm tear to his/her eyes and hopefully her spiritual poems will bring happiness to sad and lonely souls, who feel left out and forgotten in a changed world.
About the Author
Máiréad Tuohy Duffy is a Kenmare woman, whose first love is her native Kerry and now her adopted city, Dublin. She took early retirement from teaching, as Principal, in Sth. Dublin, to give all her time to writing.
In 1992, her book, From the Roughty to the Liffey was published ,describing her life as a student in Coláiste Íde, Dingle and in Carysfort T.C., Blackrock and her life as a teacher in Wicklow, Offaly, Dublin.
In 1996, she published a romantic story, fiction, entitled Dublin Janine the story of a young Dublin girl, growing up in the sixties.
In 1997, her book of poetry, entitled Poetical Memoirs of a Kerry woman was published and in 2000, her favourite book, Angels over Ireland, which led to her being asked to run a retreat in Derry.
To date, her poems, and stories and articles, both in Irish and English have been published in various papers and magazines and booklets. Three of her Irish poems were published in Bí ag caint by the late Máire Ní Chéilleachair, in 1993 for the Junior Cert Irish Exam.
She describes poetry,as medicine and spiritual healing at all times and hopes it will console and help all who read it. She dedicates this book of poetry to her late husband, Paddy.
Poems for our American Friends
Why the White House should be painted green
Tyranny of Landlords and Penal Laws,
Drove our people from home, abroad.
O’Briens and Murphys,O’Neills, Mc’Quaids,
Maguires, O’Sullivans , the Celtic Race.
Late eighteen hundred, they left their homes
In Coffin ships to distant shores,
Some landed in the U.S.A
And built their homes with pride and dare.
From New York fair to San Francisco,
From Seattle to New Orleans,
Those Irishmen built railroads, canals
But as soldiers, the best e’er seen.
Who signed the Declaration?,
Offspring from the Emerald Isle,
Who founded the American Navy
John Barry a Wexford guy.
How many American Presidents
Have blood from our Celtic Race,
They have kept their thoughts of Motherland,
Back to Irish homes can trace.
The White House designed by Hoban,
Was honoured, his face on a stamp,
He hailed from “the Marble City”,
Kilkenny, a city with class
But last, but by no means least,
The best wine’s left till last,
They brought their culture and Catholic faith
From the hearths and homes to last..
Forever in the land of hope,
The great old U.S.A.
Much loved by Gaels, at home and abroad,
God rest all who left Queenstown bay.