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Best Poems Written by Johnny Kiely

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Let Us Go Now

I will go now to Krakow
To the streets of the free
To the place where we sat
In the summer of oh three
Where i stole my first kiss
And you took part of me

Copyright © Johnny Kiely | Year Posted 2012



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Renvyle

Her look begged a thousand begs,
Such that i could not reach
Her as she trawled the stoney beach,
For ragged drowned things,
Such that i could not hear
Her cold water screech.

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Carrick Dawn

I kissed her cheeks of salty tears,
For she had broken my cold
Resolve for all my fears
Of natures gifts, warmth of old.
She touched my spine, my fate.

She turned, asleep to my sinking grace
Its origin before men learned
To dance with feet, to die with thoughts.
She spells my name in frosty air,
A scent of honey, her soft blonde hair.

As dawn spills its truth she is not there.
A broken man, an empty chair.

Copyright © Johnny Kiely | Year Posted 2012

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Renvyle

Between Renvyle and the Ocean
Is a pebble beach
Of grey and white and black
Where I stood braced
With troubles of my making
And all else at my back.

I tasted the sea stained air
That swept gulls and gannets
And their cries to Inisbofin,
And for a brief moment
I was part of all that.

Copyright © Johnny Kiely | Year Posted 2013

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Sleep

Daylight sparkling
Rushing vehicles
Deadlines looming
Sweating and running.

I love sleep.
Darkly stripping.
Softly slipping.
Deepness, forgetting.

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Earth

I have seen the earth begin to heal
From mans great upheaval of greed and steel
Throwing the poor upon the heaps of each
Deserted mothers, wretched ragged screech
For her lost and hopeless wandering drunks
One by one, once a mothers son, now
A number less one, needed to clean the streets.

And so the earth begins to heal,
For she lives yet while we are still
Once her grubby little wriggling itch,
Well scratched now, gone from her ditch.

Copyright © Johnny Kiely | Year Posted 2012


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