Irish is the most beautiful language in the world.
Pending the reintegration of the national territory
Fáilte go dtí eoindunford.com . Tá sé ar an idirlíon ó 2016 ar aghaidh. Tá mé tar éis sult a bhaint as a chur leis. Tá súil agam go dtaitníonn sé libh.
The Lady Rebecca Alexander-Thompson
The goddess enthroned
Chintz hangings. Suitable victims for friendship! My best friends are: Thomas, Lisa, Roger, Wor, Evan and Harry, Sarah, and Kate.
The goddess enthroned
Chintz hangings. Suitable victims for friendship! My best friends are: Thomas, Lisa, Roger, Wor, Evan and Harry, Sarah, and Kate.
You're "berry" welcome to my site! This website serves primarily to present my poetry and digital artworks. Navigate your way through the site using the links across the top. I am a Scriptural Catholic Christian believer open to all positive religion.My name is Eoin Dunford, I was born in 1980, and I'm from Dungarvan, Co. Waterford, Éire (Ireland). I like pop and rock music: music artists like ABBA, Belinda Carlisle, Blondie, and David Bowie. This website eoindunford.com has been in existence since 11 August 2016. Thanks for visiting and more information about me and the website can be found below.
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Scríobh mé seo in 2021
"Tá an Béarla le fáil sna spásanna móra oscailte agus tagtar ar an nGaeilge, áfach, sna háiteanna cúngaithe teoranta... tá an Ghaeilge le fáil ag barr cnoc agus ag bun [íochtar] gleannta." What this means, approximately, is that when Irish started receding before the English language (the DECAY of the Irish language began to become serious around 1840) it was driven down glens and out onto remote peninsulas. The language survives as a naturally spoken language in remote corners of this land.
I like the Christmas image below. It was a card I bought and scanned. 
Blue is my favourite colour and this is a translation I made a few years ago of a beautiful poem by the French surrealist poet Paul ÉluardTHE EARTH IS BLUE LIKE AN ORANGE
Translation from Éluard The earth is blue like an orange Never a mistake words do not lie They are letting you sing no more To the wheel of reciprocal kisses Fools and lovers She her wedding-ring mouth All the secrets all the smiles And what exorbitant clothes To believe her quite naked The wasps are flowering green The dawn is worn around the neck A necklace of windows There are wings covering the leaves Thou hast all the solar joys All the sunlight on the earth On the ways of your beauty. |
Mar gheall ormsa agus mo shuíomh idirlín (About me and my website)
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/ Hobbies: listening to music
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My name is Eoin Dunford and I like music (pop and rock, mostly), writing poetry, learning languages, computer games, and watching movies. I listen to a wide range of music from traditional to jazz but my very favourite bands/artists are Bryan Ferry, and Runrig [that which I used to listen to]. What's new!?!? I like the game Sid Meier's Civilization II but kindly my brother got me the two updated ones Civ III and Civ V for my birthday in April 2020. I also like Subway Surfers for Android. And I'm back playing Prince of Persia for DOSBox as well as Bubble Dizzy for VICE (Commodore 64 emulator; this turns your PC into a Commodore 64 just like the olden days!!!). In relation to various languages I'm keeping up with improving my Irish and (a different but closely related language) Scottish Gaelic and also Cymraeg. I'm still dabbling with learning French (a difficult language for me especially in relation to its pronunciation...!). I've always liked languages and I find learning them great. God bless you and your loved ones.
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I've been writing poetry in English and in Irish since 1999 -- I hope you enjoy reading both languages. I love writing poetry -- and creating digital artworks. In relation to the two poems which appear below (on this homepage), the poem "How I feel about the Sweetie Mother" is about the Sweetie Mother/Our Lady, and "Footsteps" is about Moira Dunford. I created this website in 2016 and it became eoindunford.com just before Christmas 2019. Navigate your way through the site using the links across the top. The website is dedicated to God the Father, Mother Mary (whom I call the Sweetie Mother), St. Gabriel, St. Michael, and all the angels and saints. It's also dedicated to my family and friends. Go raibh maith agat as ucht cuairt a thabhairt ar mo shuíomh idirlín agus slán go fóill. Thanks for visiting and bye for the moment.
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Digital artworks clockwise; already; Ainm-Anam; Bouncing Raindrops; Self-Portrait 1; Conamara; Light upon Light; Light upon Light 2; Light upon Light 3; Light upon Light 4; Chauvigny; Famille; Come Holy Spirit; Simple poem; The Light of Mary; Images of the Talca.
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This website is for Lisa
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The luminous bridge. This lovely image is from a former website of mine and I didn't create this especial meaning particular image.
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Footsteps
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How I feel about the Sweetie Mother
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I follow your footsteps along the strand
Stepping over them so as not to disturb. The yearning tide laps ever closer And I choose my places in the soft sand. I look up and you have disappeared from sight. The tide has encroached on what was once your own, Smothering the prints at the edges, Filling them with the reflection of memory. Soon your traces will be fully submerged And all I'll have of you in this world Will exist beneath the unfathomable surface, That thinnest veil between this place and the next. |
Things were at their gravest
In the throes of my utter apostasy And then she came to me The Sweetie Mother And she wrapped me in her mantle And her embrace. She totally saved me from the demonic apostasy And I broke down when I met her in person Because I was totally overwrought And because she is who she is A goddess full of love And overflowing with every sentiment that is good. I met her in the restaurant once more This morning And things are getting better now And she was more beautiful than ever And kindness and all kinds of smiles At the very next table. She will come to me in Germany As a teacher and a friend And actually no voice that is Compares to the voice of the Sweetie Mother. When God created her He made no mistake. I respect her and we love each other. I hope you like my poem, Sweetie Mother, And now I will come out to your beautiful statue to find out. |
The beautiful Comeragh Mountains near my home
I am a Roman Catholic
My main languages beside Sacs-Bhéarla are Gaeilge (Irish), Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic), Cymraeg, and Français. I am learning Deutsch and Nederlands.
Jesus Christ is come in the flesh
"I am the Resurrection, and the Life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
Then Jesus beholding him loved him.
From the cross to the grave; from the grave to the sky
E-mail: [email protected]
"I am the Resurrection, and the Life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
Then Jesus beholding him loved him.
From the cross to the grave; from the grave to the sky
E-mail: [email protected]
