Invictus- A Poem That Inspired Nelson Mandela

I thought, instead of writing my feelings which are not of much use to anybody, I should post some inspirational words which actually can help someone. It’s always better to find all the things in one place. so I am posting all the poems I collected form various sources. Whenever I am feeling depressed, I read these poems for strength.

Readers, If you have any inspiring poem or story, please add it here and make this group a beautiful one. I love to collect them.


This is a Poem ‘Invictus’ (Unconquered, Undefeated) by William Henley. Great South African Leader Nelson Mandela (Madiba)  was inspired by the poem, and had it written on a scrap of paper on his prison cell while he was incarcerated for 27 years on Robben Island.

I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,                       

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


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Fergus Finlay and Lizzie the dog

This is proof of the majesty of Finlay even if he is a Labour myopic.

Gone but not forgotten – a dog is the best friend a family could have

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

By Fergus Finlay

I CAN still remember the day I met Izzie. Why wouldn’t I — it was my birthday. My 48th birthday to be exact, and Izzie was the first guest to arrive for the celebrations.

She was by far the most energetic guest that day. Although she was very young, she was full of curiosity, running from guest to guest to introduce herself.

At the time she had an unfortunate tendency, which she learned to control over time, of widdling wherever she stood whenever she got excited. Not always what you want in a house guest.

It didn’t matter. Izzie and I became friends instantly, and over the years I think I would have to say that she has been the only friend I ever had in whose eyes I could do no wrong. If I got cross with her, she would instantly accept that it was her fault and nothing to do with the humour I was in. If I wasn’t in the mood for a walk, she’d accept that too, and live in the hope that I might change my mind soon. If I put on my coat to go for a walk, she’d stand to attention as if I were the king.

When Izzie arrived, she was a pup, of course. She was perhaps the most unusual birthday present I’ve ever had — and she was an odd choice of present, it has to be said, for a sedentary middle-aged man. My wife Frieda and daughter Vicky found her in the refuge run by the Wicklow Society for the Protection of Animals, down near Glenealy. They picked her not just because she was an unusually handsome little pup, but also because, as Frieda told me recently, she had small paws — a sign that she wouldn’t grow too big.

They were wrong about that. Izzie quickly grew into a tall, handsome dog. She was a mix, like most dogs you’ll find in the pound. Part collie, part red setter, a little bit of alsatian in her legs. The legs would run for ever, the collie was as bright as a button — so bright you knew that she knew what you were thinking. There was seldom any need for words with Izzie.

But the red setter bit of her was as thick as a plank, and would now and again get her into trouble. The collie knew, for instance, that she wasn’t allowed near kitchen cupboards or the bin in the kitchen. But the red setter couldn’t resist them — or the occasional cushion that needed unstuffing, or even once the fully-decorated Christmas tree that for some reason needed to be dragged into the back garden. Izzie’s red setter always seemed to believe that we humans wouldn’t notice the trail of debris all over the house if she was left alone for an hour.

There was a burglary in our park one year, and one of the gardaí investigating it showed me a list they had recovered from one of the burglars. It was a list of all our houses, prepared by someone who had carefully cased the entire estate. A number of the houses had the letter ” ‘a’ beside them – ‘a’ for alarm, the Guard said — and one or two had ‘d’. Our house had the ‘d’ underlined.

That underlined ‘d’ was Izzie. She would hear any activity at the front door from wherever she was in the house, and take off at full tilt, charging at the door as if it could be broken down. And she had a deep throaty bark she’d deploy to instant and terrifying effect. What the burglars never knew, of course, was that they were in serious danger of being licked to death if they ever succeeded in getting past the terror of the bark. Our postman took years to get used to the heart-stopping moment that would happen if Izzie noticed the post slipping through the letterbox. He told me once he used to believe the Hound of the Baskervilles lived in our house.

But that too was Izzie the collie. The only time our house was actually broken into, with Izzie the red setter standing guard, they came in through the back. That was OK in Izzie’s book.

There was never a moment, from the time Izzie became part of our family, that she hasn’t been central to it. She went everywhere with us — in fact she motivated us to explore hills and walks that we might not have found otherwise. If you picked up a stick, she was on instant alert.

If you went near the sea, she would offer to swim to Wales. It simply wasn’t possible to suggest an activity that didn’t instantly become Izzie’s favourite thing to do in the whole world. Until, of course, the next activity.

And at the end of a long day of chasing and swimming, she had her own special chair in the sitting room. Curled up there, she was the picture of contentment.

She wasn’t best pleased when Doglet arrived in the family. Doglet was an Australian silky, the smallest dog you’d ever seen, but with the smartest brain and biggest personality. I believe it was Doglet, too small to do these things herself, who taught Izzie how to open kitchen cupboards and fetch biscuits and other goodies that they would then share. And Doglet had a way of saying, when we arrived home to find the mess, “It wasn’t me. It was that big eejit over there”. Izzie would, of course, obligingly look guilty.

DOGLET died a few years ago, and we mourn her still. But I think she left a secret last will and testament that allowed Izzie to take over as boss of the house once again.

I haven’t told you nearly enough about Izzie, and I haven’t room to. It would take a book. On my last birthday, a couple of months ago, she reached the grand old age (in human terms) of 108. And for the last month, she could no longer be the dog she wanted to be. The alsatian in her legs finally let her down.

But her personality never changed. She was our friend. As my daughter Emma wrote a few days ago: “She made me smile when it was what I needed most and laugh when things weren’t that funny. She kept me company and always listened. She made me care when it would have been easy not to. She welcomed me home. She brought us together when we needed her to. She created calm in chaos but could be chaos in a storm.”

Last Friday, at tea-time, we were all there who could be there. I lifted Izzie on to her blanket on the kitchen table, and held her as the vet (who had come to Izzie’s house) clipped some of the hair from her front leg and gently injected her with a sedative. Because I was holding her, I could feel the moment her heart stopped and she drifted into her final sleep. She was ready, and at peace. She leaves behind a full lifetime of wonderful memories, and not a few broken hearts. Including mine.

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Ballymun Shopping Centre

Motion in the name of Councillor Bill Tormey

That the Manager gives an update on the Shopping Centre site in Ballymun and on the street north of the Shopping Centre on the west side.



The following reply has been received from Ballymun Regeneration Ltd:

Following Ballymun Regeneration Limited’s (BRL) presentation to the NWAC (21st June 2013) on the future of the shopping centre, BRL are progressing the sale of the northern shopping centre site. BRL are working in consultation with the property agents to market the site and our solicitors to prepare the tender documents. Once all the necessary documents are in place the site will be advertised. This process and timeframe will be subject to and bound by public tender regulations.


With respect to the shopping centre the urgent and required remedial works to keep the shopping centre open are being processed in line with the agreement between NAMA, Price Waterhouse Copper (PWC), Dublin City Council (DCC) and BRL and the revenue sharing arrangement (i.e. 47% DCC and 53% Ballymun Development Limited (now in receivership)).

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TCD and Galway rise in world university rankings

Six other institutions lose groundimage

Freshers’ week in TCD. Trinity rose in the rankings.

Louise Holden

Tue, Sep 10, 2013, 01:03

First published: Tue, Sep 10, 2013, 01:03


Trinity College Dublin is one of only two Irish institutions to show a rise in the QS World University Rankings released today. Climbing six places to 61st, this is the first time that Trinity has improved its QS position since 2009.

However, six others have lost ground again this year, showing a progressive decline over a four-year period. Irish universities have now dropped an average of 63 places in the QS survey since 2009.

In a statement to the Irish media yesterday, QS said that while TCD had reversed three years of decline, “the rest of the sector is in free-fall”.

QS is a global education services network based in London. A significant proportion of the QS result is based on a reputation survey, open to academics of all accredited institutions.

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This methodology came under scrutiny earlier this year when management at University College Cork requested staff to lobby other academics to submit positive peer reviews to QS. The practice was outlawed by QS as a result.

The reputation survey is one of six indicators, including faculty-student ratio, publications per faculty, citations per paper and the proportion of international faculty and international students. Irish universities have seen a drop in international student admissions this year.

The QS rankings placed UCD eight places down this year, at 139. UCC fell 20 places to 210 while DCU has slipped by 25 places to 349.

NUI Galway, which has secured considerable R&D investment in the past five years, has risen three places to 284.

The top four Irish institutions, TCD, UCD, UCC and NUI Galway, all increased their scores for research citations.

Massachusetts Institute of Technology headed the rankings again this year.

Doctor urges repeat prostate cancer testing for anyone with doubts


The Health Service Executive is reviewing the results of prostate cancer tests on 145 patients who used a diagnostic kit that has since been recalled.

The Siemens-made testing kit was used at Dublin’s Connolly Hospital to detect the risk of prostate cancer. The Irish Examiner first revealed the kit has been recalled after doubts over the reliability of test results.The HSE told RTÉ that the kits were used at Connolly Hospital between February 2013 and June 2013, and during those dates, 2,186 patients were tested.Of these patients, 145 received a result that may have indicated a need for further investigation.
So far, five went on to have biopsies and three were found to have prostate cancer of varying degrees.

Professor Bill Tormey, Chemical Pathologist at Beaumont Hospital, where the prostate cancer tests are now being referred by Connolly Hospital, cautioned that laboratory tests are not as precise as some would claim.

He said repeat testing was vital for anything in doubt and this included physical examination.
The kits are used to measure PSA, a protein found in blood.A high level of PSA may indicate the presence of prostate cancer, among other things.

There are recognised norms for these tests.
In June of this year one of the diagnostic kits manufactured by Siemens, the IMMULITE PSA range, was recalled, after it returned average readings of around 20-23% higher than normally expected.

In a statement to RTÉ Siemens said the higher than normal results may impact on the clinical interpretation of test results.
Mayo General Hospital in Castlebar says it will review 12,866 prostate cancer tests conducted between 6 July, 2012 and 25 June of this year linked to a faulty test kit.The hospital says it wants to determine how many had elevated levels and if any further action is needed.

The hospital says the incident is considered to be of low clinical risk and it is currently contacting all doctors who ordered the PSA tests.

Sharon Shirley (The Top Student) and Dawn Hart at UU