Time to Stop

Photo credit: Mahmud Ahsan

Photo credit: Mahmud Ahsan

All Good Things Come to an End

We have acquired new titles over the past months: vulnerable person, person at risk, a stay at home person, a socially distanced person. A new world is closing down around us. We are fortunate that our extended household keeps us both busy, active and engaged. Grandchildren are the joy and delight in the house. Daughter, Sorcha and son-in-law, Chris, are both out in the world and contributing to making it safe while engaging as teachers, a hugely important role for normalising this new situation. We continue to be in the world, minding, chauffeuring, keeping house, writing, studying, making, being. In addition, I am now at the point of ending an older part of our world. After 60 years of work, I will now formally close down my business on 11th November, which will be my 75th birthday. Some say that you shouldn’t signpost the older life, but, damn it, I want to close and celebrate. It has been a huge roller coaster working life. I should point out that this is not slippers, fireplace, TV and oblivion. There is another project out there prepared by the Masters in Poetry which I will complete early next year. With all this in mind, I was drawn to write the following poem.

As usual: read, enjoy, feedback, pass on.

Peter Clarke
October 2020

Peter Clarke
October 2020


Pauline Flynn

10.10.2020 12:27

I love the clarity of purpose in this poem plus an excitement for what comes next. No messing about.

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25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there



06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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And What About . . .


I have neglected this for far too long, and now it is time again. But what to write about, what poem to share? The world is packed with catastrophic possibilities. Such choices: dementia/genocide colluder or extreme narcissism in the White House; a hung parliament in the UK; the reunification of the USSR with a tyrannical megalomaniac at its head; the eradication of a race by a genocidal government in Gaza; the African continent reduced to bankruptcy and regression to male tribalism; in Ireland, even with an appalling electoral turnout the routing of the far right and Sinn Féin may offer some comfort except we face another FF/FG fiasco. Mother Nature rumbles on its rampage, raging against the human species’ abject destruction of the planet’s habitat. What the . . .

Being facetious right now is my only defence against absolute despair. So read, comment, pass it on, and send feedback.

City Walking and Cycling take 680,000

cars per day off the road

Irish Time Heading

More and more folk, cycling and walking, may 

keep gases from greenhouses further at bay

This newspaper heading illustrates vividly

thousands of cyclists and walkers assiduously 

stopping some cars on their journey

pushing them aside - making drivers quite surly

Mountains of metal - like scrapyards of sculpture

keep bicycle lanes quite safe - at this juncture

The new revolution is well underway

don’t get behind wheels - hear what they say:

Cars and their fumes play a very big part 

the smell is quite phew don’t mention cow farts

Wear out your shoe leather walking

greet travellers with smiles while you’re talking

Force councils to make better spaces

to go out and about roaming those places

where vitamin D, and oxygen from trees

fill our lungs and our brains so we see

how to save us and this magical planet

except for some vicious old tyrants goddammit 

Peter Clarke, 18th March 2024

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