Best Cronin Poems

Like the pompous pied piper leading the way,
chirping his tune of a dawning new day,
frustrations were championed, oh how we followed,
the ego stuffed shirt of a suit cold and hollow.

From the top of the hill, he showed us the view,
convincing our eyes it was harshly...

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Today I saw the woman 
who seemed missing of her smile. 
I watched her there
and we started to stare 
at each other for a while. 

I looked at her mouth 
and heard her say, 
“To thine own self be true.”
While in her eyes, 
so tired...

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Grandpa's Love

Of all the different kinds of love with which we could be blessed,
perhaps it is our Grandpas love that ranks among the best. 
What truly matters most in life, he's lived enough to know
and nothing's more important than to help his family grow.

All the...

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Losing a friend is truly the worst 
that’s happened to me yet,
especially when I see your face
and voice filled with regret. 
A face I hoped to see each day,
always in your smiling way.
A voice I’d know in any crowd,
no matter be it soft or loud.

I...

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Ethereal harpist 
my soul you caress
infusing my tune
with a sweet happiness.  
Gently you pluck 
at the strings of my heart
giving my song 
a new meaningful part.

I seek you in darkness
beyond what is real
and cling to the ways
your soft touch makes me feel.
I hold to...

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Momma’s Heart

Looking back on all the selfish things that we would do
and all the stories we've been told about what she's been through.
Momma’s heart is fragile, broken more times than we know.
Through cracks and holes life left behind, love found a place to grow.

Momma found...

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Hello fellow travelers 
out there on your own,
just checking in 
to let you know
the danger here has grown.

An evil demon monster,
like the one from “Stranger Things”
has whipped a storm of angry rage
and suffering that brings.

Some people seem to like it,
like a virus it has grown.
It’s...

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My Dearest Miss America,
the time has come for you 
to use your voice 
and make your choice
of the future you shall choose. 

Each suitor is quite different 
in most explicit ways,
like where they stand 
on the laws of the land
and extremes to which they stray....

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My body, my choice,
my mind and my voice,
all were entrusted to me,
by the same righteous God
some now herald and laud
in their white Christianity.

You see my confusion 
stems from this delusion 
our God has somehow become hateful,
obscuring Gods words 
to the growing mad herds, 
their own...

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Since the day you left
I’ve been saying goodbye 
with a heart full of hope
someday I’d know why
but now it seems I have to let you go

All my strength 
is all but gone 
from the ledge 
you left me hanging on
with fear of falling all I’ve...

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MAYDAY! MADAY! MAYDAY! 
Can anyone hear me!?! Over...

This is the USS American Liberty…
We have capsized in the sea of despair...
coordinates...21st century, 45th U.S. President...please send emergency hope, over...

MAYDAY! This is a MAYDAY! 
We have but a few short weeks of rationale 
before sinking into an...

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Cronin started writing—
Prescriptions and papers,
Ended up writing fiction.
I started teaching and, eventually, came to write poetry,
I’m tempted, by vanity, to think
That I am prompted by the thought fox,
Or Pegasus or Muse(s), or Sarasvati.
Or am a catalyst in the crucible,
Or a victim of freeplay.
Or am deafened—both...

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How can you say 
every life should be saved
when you have no concern for the living, 
for the hungry and poor 
you have saved that life for 
yet find yourself so unforgiving?

~Jeannie Cronin...

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If I could be your brightest moon
and you my midnight star,
I’d travel through the universe 
to meet you where you are.

All the other stars I’d leave
and follow you forever,
for never will I shine as bright 
as when we shine together.

That glinting twinkle in your eyes...

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I tried again writing a poem today, 
so many things I’ve been wanting to say.
I picked up my pen and stared at the page,
then quickly got lost in a frustrated rage.

Something has changed in the mood of my muse.
Harsh words of anger are all she...

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