Eternal Light

I never knew you grandad, though they said that you were brave.

They say you went away to fight for freedom but instead, you found an open grave.

It stretched for miles and filled with blood which soaked into the ever-present mire.

While tattered remnants of your comrades and your so-called enemies festooned across the wire.

My nanna said your sacrifice was all in vain, - as nothing really changed, 

Except the poor got poorer and that many came home crippled and deranged.

The eldest sons of wealthy lords still held their rich estates,

While younger sons were sent to lead us straight through Hades open gates.

It makes me sad that you, and millions more, were not to have their moment in the sun.

I watch the empty bench where old ghosts sit and wonder what we’ve done.

We’ve drenched the Earth in blood a thousand times and in the streets, the poor are dying, still.

It seems as if Mankind have never learned a single thing of worth and maybe, - never will.

Yet somehow in the haze of my own tears, I seem to see an angel’s wings.

And in the whisper of the trees, I hear a choir of angels sing.

The follies of the rich and greedy were no fault of yours,

And though you died a wasted death your hearts were kind and pure.

Your bravery was real, and, in your hearts, you fought to make a better world.

Your honour was impeccable and even in a foolish war, you showed your worth.

And now, you have a moment in the sun, but in a world beyond this world of pain.

And though we all will meet someday; this world will never see the likes of you again!

Patrick W Kavanagh.

09/11/2018

Image by Tina Kavanagh

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No one said it would be easy

No one said it would be easy

No one said it would be easy when the doctor slapped your ass and sent you on your way.
No one said it would be easy when the preacher filled your mind with terror as he spoke of judgement day.
No one said it would be easy as you struggled with the bullying and jeering every day you went to school.
No one said it would be easy when your teachers called you ‘idiot!’ or ‘fool!’

No one said it would be easy when you took a job and earned your first weeks’ pay.
No one said it would be easy when you left the life you knew behind to live in your own way.
No one said it would be easy when the bills poured in and work left little time to rest or laugh and play.
No one said it would be easy, but you knew you’d somehow, someday, find a better way.

No one said it would be easy when you raised a family and first discovered sleepless nights.
No one said it would be easy when the love you knew became an endless line of silences and fights.
No one said it would be easy when your vigour and your strength began to wane.
No one said it would be easy when your body turned into a wrinkled shell beset by aches and pains.

No one said it would be easy, but you lived your life with courage and with pride.
No one said it would be easy, but you always did your best to show your better side.
No one said it would be easy, but each moment of compassion was a burning beacon which you left upon the way.
No one said it would be easy, but you’ve earned your rest and you are free to go or free to stay.

Stay a while, now that you’re free to sit and watch the morning sun arise while others drag themselves into the day with sleepy eyes.
Stay a while to tell your tales and see the look of wonder in the little children’s eyes.
Stay a while, - The world you left behind is yours alone to cherish and to savour every happy memory.
Stay a while,
and share your wisdom,
with a world that’s yet to be…

Patrick W Kavanagh
05/05/2018
Art by Bill Oliver
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My Spirit Sings: Image by Tina KavanaghThe King of the Faeries....

My Spirit Sings: Image by Tina Kavanagh The King of the Faeries. ...: Image by Tina Kavanagh The King of the Faeries. It was actually through my partner, Tina, that I became reacquainted with the Faeri...

The King of the Faeries.

It was actually through my partner, Tina, that I became reacquainted with the Faeries after years of knuckling down to raise a family. I was in a very bad place after the passing of my late wife and did not even want to rise above my depression. Tina dragged me to Cabourne Parva, which is a farm in the Lincolnshire Wolds where they invest in new methods of organic farming and cater for festivals, weddings and various Mind, body and spirit events.

It was a drumming workshop by a local druid, and I was extremely sceptical. The druid, whom I will call Kevin, led us out onto a labyrinth which had been laid out with chalk and white stone on a grassy area. This labyrinth was basically a spiral path which led to the centre and then returned to the outside of the circle.
We took turns to walk the maze while the others drummed in a circle around it. My turn came and I was feeling silly and self-conscious as I drummed my way into the labyrinth.

About one-third of the way in I heard a voice beside my ear. It said one word, - "Laughter!". It was a real voice and outside my head. I was shocked, but just carried on and said nothing to anybody about it. The rest of the day was strange too, but that is another story.

The next day I accidentally smashed a very old piece of china which my late wife had treasured. Instead of my normal angry reaction, I burst into laughter. For several months afterwards everything bad which happened to me provoked laughter instead of anger and it slowly lifted my depression. During this time, I was inspired to write poems and stories about the faeries and I felt them around me.
They helped me on many occasions. Once when the clutch on my van went and I was about to lose my agency job because a replacement clutch was not available for two weeks and I had no way to get to work, which was 50 miles away. I tried all day to borrow a vehicle but none were to be had. I asked the faeries for their help and then dozed off on the sofa. I woke up as the phone rang. the garage had found a clutch and the van was ready to collect. it was £250.00 instead of the £1000.00 originally quoted. just then, Tina's mum knocked on the door with a gift from a friend for us. It was a picture similar to the Cottingly faeries photograph!

The stories which they gave me were mostly in rhyme and they varied greatly in content from humour to wisdom. Through their teachings and help, I began to put my life back together.
I had been neglecting them recently because I was so engrossed in publishing a photo-journal for two friends. Everything went wrong. Files would mysteriously shrink and the project became a nightmare. Then The idea popped into my head that I should collate and publish a Faery book first to appease them. And yes, The other book suddenly ran smoothly through the publishing process. For those who are interested in 'The King of the Faeries', I will post a link to the book below. But I just wanted to share my story to let people know that the little people are still very much around us and are happy to help us! All we have to do is say hello and develop a relationship with them. Brightest Blessings!
Patrick W Kavanagh
01/05/2018

Link to book on Amazon...   THE KING OF THE FAERIES

Image by Tina Kavanagh

The Precambrians

The Precambrians

It was in June 1985 that this story really begins. I was separated from my first wife and sharing a house in Dublin with four builders. My partner and friend, John Heaney and I were walking across an open space to our workshop when a page from a newspaper blew across the courtyard and landed at our feet.

John looked startled as he bent down to pick it up. It had a picture of his uncle and a statement about him being taken into care and later released.

The Newspaper was about two years old. Johns uncle was mentally ill and had made it impossible for John’s wife to cope. They had bought a new house and left johns two uncles to live in his original house, rent-free.
John told me that he had a feeling that his uncle was dead but could not bring himself to go back to the house. He asked me to do a Tarot reading to see if he had passed and I agreed to do it that evening. We 'shut up shop' early and I went back to my house with the newspaper to try and find out what I could. Rushing to finish it before the others came home, - I simply laid the paper on the table and spread the cards without putting up any protection or grounding myself.

I did the reading and was certain that Johns uncle had passed when the room began to go completely dark, - even though there were several hours of daylight left. There was a horrible atmosphere and it took all my strength to push the darkness away and cleanse the room. Johns uncle had passed. But it was not his spirit which had tried to overpower me. He was a harmless gent who collected rubbish and brought it home. We later cleared the house and it took weeks to remove all the rubbish which filled every room.
That night, as I drifted off to sleep a face, appeared in front of me and startled me. It was almost black and more outline than solid. It appeared every night for about a month until a friend who was an exorcist stopped by for a cuppa one evening after a group meeting. He saw the entity immediately and asked me about it. I explained that I had been unable to banish it and he promised to help. He removed the entity, but it followed him home and he said. Later. That it had taken three months to get rid of it.

Then in 2016, Bill sent me a picture of some bubbles and asked me if I wanted to do haikus and poetry to photographs. I agreed, and we posted a few, but then I became unwell and we shelved the project for almost 2 years. Then recently, Bill and Michael sent me the files to create a photographic journal. Bill was becoming convinced that something or someone was playing tricks with them as the bubbles were morphing into incredible shapes and odd events were happening. I got a shock when I recognised the face in the picture as the entity which had haunted me so many years ago.

Producing the book became a nightmare with files constantly shrinking or disappearing. It took a ridiculous number of attempts to finish the project. The files were far above the DPI needed for Kindle, but they were suddenly too small to use, so I have shelved the Kindle version until I can fix it.
There is something strange happening, but I must leave to the readers to decide what it is. All I can guarantee is that you will be mystified and intrigued by the photographic evidence and astounded by the beauty of many of the images.
Patrick W Kavanagh
19/04/2018

New evidence has emerged and the photo-journal is now published on Amazon!

New Evidence...

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This book will inspire and amuse readers and viewers of all ages. We have selected more than100 pieces of our most popular artwork and associated poetry at the request of our online readers to allow it to be enjoyed by a wider audience. Within these pages, you will find many worlds. Things past, present and future will dance before your eyes in the company of many creatures and mythical beings. There are angels and aliens alongside laughter and tears, - but always with a brighter hope ahead. Many have found comfort in our work as well as inspiration and enjoyment. We hope that you will enjoy this book as much as we have enjoyed creating it over the last couple of years.

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