Sitting on a bench in Dun LaoghaireMy soul aches, wearyWatching the waves crash upon the rocksAlone, my mind talksSpeaking of people, places, and thingsBirds resting their wings Wind soothes me
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Maybe: a poem
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Connolly Station: a poem
Sitting in a café by the stationWatching trains arrive and trains departI fall in love ten times a day
The Ship: a poem
We find ourselves on a shipDrifting through an endless oceanNo one can swimNo one can steerYet we follow a steady course We find ourselves on a sinking shipTaking on the ocean’s waterThe port men scurry about with their bucketsBailing out the waterSearching for the leak The starboard men, of their own free will,Take their bucketsContinue reading “The Ship: a poem”
As Seen on I-5: a poem
“Just Married!” the rear window saidThe car tilted back, towed down the highwayDented fender, broken bumperHow will this story be told?As hilarity or foreboding?That hinges on the quality of the marriage
Aquaculture Conference: a poem
Walk around the trade showSmiling, nodding, shaking handsBooth by booth, banner by banner: Customized SolutionsPerfect SolutionsMarine SolutionsNationwide Design-Build SolutionsPump SolutionsOzone SolutionsTotal Piping SolutionsVeterinary SolutionsAquatic Solutions Built for LifeDesign|Equipment|SolutionsQuality Resin SolutionsFlow Control SolutionsIntelligent Blower and Compression SolutionsEfficient, Sustainable Air SolutionsBuilt on PROVEN SolutionsCustom Aquatic and Hydroponic Cooling and Heating Solutions
Little Gift: a poem
Why must I treat a little gift as such a burden?Pocket-sized notebook sitting on the shelf I picture my brother, wandering a storeSpotting itCarrying itBuying itWrapping itGiving itThinking of me the whole time And how do I thank him?By using it as a dust collectorBetter start writin!
Just Emigrated: a poem
Need a bank account to get paidNeed a tax number to get taxedNeed a job to get a tax numberTax office needs a start date to give me a tax numberJob needs my tax number before they’ll give me a start date Uh-oh! Bank account will close soon with no tax numberWho on God’s greenContinue reading “Just Emigrated: a poem”
Choices Chosen: a poem
Two months since I heard the terrible newsI think I got something far worse than the bluesIt’s been a whirlwind of darkness and boozeI can’t understand the choices you choose How would a rapist make a good father?I don’t even know why I still botherBut especially a little baby girlHow’s he supposed to explain theContinue reading “Choices Chosen: a poem”
Fishermen and Discipline: a poem
Two thousand years since Andrew and Peterfished the sea of GalileeLike countless men who lived between,I too cast a line,hoping for a catch I too heard a callingGave up everything Sadly for me, and the countless betweenFeelings refuse to be bottled upA potion to drink when we fall apart
Lefty Forrester 