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I opened the door and you almost hit me as you flew by,

Flapping your wings like it was too hard to keep a straight line,

Having passed me you landed on my front room chair,

As you rested a tear dropped from my left eye,

Yet somehow my mind said don’t worry all would be fine,

Then the phone rang and my thoughts were clear,

 

He’s gone the caller said have you heard?

And I looked and answered no he is still here at rest,

A bewildered voice asked “are you alright”

Fine I said staring at you there as you rested unnerved,

As you opened your wings and looked your very best,

As if to fly again using all of your might,

 

I did it many times set you on your own path,

Held your wings gently and set you free,

Watched you as you moved awkwardly finding your way,

Saddened yet delighted mourned your aftermath,

Knowing once you left never again would I see?

Your beautiful wings shared and on display,

 

“Did you hear me he’s gone he died?”

The caller wept from the other end of the line,

The silence was deafening right then on the phone,

With no effort you flapped your wings as I tried,

To hold back the tears praying all would be fine,

Without help freedom was yours as you flew off alone.

 

The door is still open on sunny days,

I hope you will call again as you did that morning,

The second you landed I knew you were free,

I needed no phone to shock me into a daze,

Your life forever more transforming,

Like the butterfly short lived beautiful to me.

For a nephew much loved by all who knew him:

attended the funeral service of Desmond o Grady Saturday sad loss to poetry and those of us who try .

Desmond o Grady

1935 2014 RIP

 

You shone a light on poetry in a city that had none,

As you set out across the globe to share your word,

From a boarding school in limerick learning was fun,

Across the world your poetry was heard,

 

Always with a wry smile knowing all who listened,

Would Basque in all you had to say,

Never forgetting your home where poetry you christened,

And a place where your heart would always stay,

 

Having done with traveling and teaching, to a poet’s life,

Retiring to a cottage near all you held dear,

Writing of past lives of love happiness and strife,

Places lived where skies were so clear,

 

Gathering years, age followed as youth faded,

Collections of poetry sitting on libraries, shelved,

Your poetry shouts read me unaided,

Thought provoking from your mind where you delved,

 

Your last journey finally taken this day,

No suitcase packed just pen in hand,

Desmond o Grady never afraid to have his say,

No finer poet or teacher will hereafter stand.

 

 

Christy o Donnell

Just my way of saying RIP

Robin Williams

 

Mork of Mork and Mindy has said his last farewell to life,

Mourned by his best friend who lit his soul on fire his wife,

But the world has lost out amid all the rumour,

We cherished the man and his sense of humour,

No more jumanji chasing beasts in the park,

Nor captain hook on his ship like an ark,

His movies like himself had demons to fight,

They kept him awake night after night,

Yet he found time to tutor those in his trade,

All now famous the names they have made,

A father figure to all who were trying,

He could take no more all left behind crying,

His battle with drink and drugs on the whole,

Fought well for a time always sight on his goal,

All over now his spirit finally set free,

At the very young age of sixty three,

No more good morning Vietnam,

The comedy world has lost its very best man,

Mrs Doubtfire, good will hunting, the list goes on,

He chose his way out and its neither right nor wrong,

Depression doesn’t care whether your famous or not,

People outwardly smile but hide a lot,

So cheers robin Williams you brought us nothing but joy,

From the youngest child to man, woman and boy,

Good night god speed may you be in rest,

The fight is over now you did your best.

oh what a shambles we are in Ireland

Dear Mr Brooks,

 

You don’t know me; I live in Erin’s green isle,

I am a country and western fan all my life,

I was going to travel many a fair mile,

So you could sing to me and the wife,

Aiken promotions were flogging tickets,

And rubbing their hands with the profit they’d make,

Then the residents placed all their pickets,

And the GAA foundations began to shake,

Dublin city council saw only dollar signs in the air,

And the wife was all excited to be going to your gig,

And you say it’s all or nothing “to be fair”,

My opinion is you are not too big,

And I am planning to find you somehow somewhere,

You see I got friends in low places,

Who drink whiskey straight given half a chance?

They could not care less about your social graces,

Both the wife and I are in pain we’re missing the dance,

There is a fine line between love and hate,

So I’ve taken a total dislike to your music and tunes,

The wife and I don’t speak I hope you think it’s great,

My sex life is firmly in tatters and ruins,

So, Mr Brooks you might have missed the pain,

But half of Ireland is now missing their dance,

And all my friends in low places have nothing to gain,

But believe me they won’t miss their chance,

Between you, Mr Aiken, Dublin city council and the GAA,

Along with the Irish government at large,

All your fans are in shock we have very little to say,

I’d appreciate a ticket to a different place free of charge,

I’ll hold off on my friends in low places,

Who don’t dance but like to inflict some pain,

And if you reconsider it might stop the wife from pulling faces,

Between you and me I think we both could gain.

Sincerely yours the husband of a garth brooks fan,

Not I might add living anywhere near the capital city,

Anywhere else in the world they’d say bring it on we’ll do all we can,

Alas the world simply evolves solely around Dublin more’s the pity.

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Every father’s day

It was father’s day on Sunday and I sat at home,

Praying like most others that I would be left alone,

All year long I hear it said father’s day every day,

Then Whats the fuss on a single day is all I have to say,

Why not ask all fathers what it is they’d like to do,

Most likely ask your mother is what he’ll say to you,

The answer is most different but none the less real,

Nearly all would like a hassle free day not be taken for a meal,

And kids that really think what it means to you,

And a wife with no need to prompt them what to do,

Give no cause for him to worry shows him that you care,

He knows no matter what he will always be right here,

Being the best you can be in all you ever try,

And be honest with your stories never ever lie,

When it comes to all that matter’s he is right there by your side,

And you can always tell it is his best he tried,

As children do we really know what our fathers truly like?

Or is it have a great day dad and then we take a hike,

He doesn’t really mind if you forgot to get a card,

He knows exactly how life can get so hard,

For all you are now doing he has done it once before,

To save you the mishaps he has had and more,

He doesn’t want to sit there and hear his praises aired,

He much would rather that each day you said you cared,

And showed him how much every single day,

By doing well in what you think and all you say,

There is no instruction book to tell him what to do,

It’s all a learning curve in how he tries to help you,

On fathers day it’s not all about a meal and then a drink,

More about how he is and valuing what he thinks’,

So on this day take the time to show him who you really are,

Smile and thank him for helping you get this far,

And know what makes him happy a father like no other,

Are surely all the things that you do for your poor mother?

Every day is father’s day though he will never tell,

Knowing that his children are alive and doing well.