Best Quays Poems

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met a Silhouette behind a sultry smile – 
She gazed with...

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Dublin city 
Along the quays 
Over the bridge 
Across the liffey 
North and South divide. 

      
           W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.

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QUIET RIVER WAKES


A  river lays still on a hush
Of edges mild in deepened blue;
Until her trail unfurls a change
As if to wake from rare debut.

Beneath the stars first dazzling rays
Old marbles glaze on hillsides green
To roll like jewels down the coast
Embellishing her womb, serene.

Dazed...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the lofty metal track; 
Wherein brightly painted carriages:
The publicans daughter, the...

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The moon has a face like the clock in the hall,
She shines on thieves in the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birds asleep in the forks of trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house.
The...

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Lingering, we watch the quays
Rambling by the old seaside,
On brisk yet fluid August days
While gazes caught waves on a ride;
To mirror our bewitched displays
Like sighs, whispered low the tide.

Held by the light of moon’s flare
Compelled to cite, expose a trance;
You pinned a rose along my...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although fragmented held a fragrance like no other,
And like no other...

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A young woman named Meredith
took a cook’s job on a great ship,
raven-haired and dark of eyes,
she stood slender as a whip.

For five years she traveled wide
across the ocean’s of the world,
seeing so many exotic places,
an exciting life for any girl.

Now Meredith, she was no prude,
she...

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Come sale with me my suite suite rows,
Wheel flea together in corn rose,
I am your mussel soleful night,
Who byes you flours every knight.

Let’s sing suite melodies til’ horse,
Astride our whether beaten hoarse,
O’ my deerest blew eyed made,
Wee perfect pear, weave got it maid.

Come sale with...

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how the  else you going to progress
if you don't Sherlock Holmes the mirror
look what we've become
men hunting each other
for sport money and babes
an insane ability to believe anything
and that's all there is to it
you notice these things do you
goes my neighborhood Gestapo man
my great...

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Vane glorious and absolutistic,
     though I defiantly,
     cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
     mine acidic breast

houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
     barbaric, and bubonic
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Quarantine divine for spiritual quest
   Quietude with God to silence qualms
        Quitting from stress toward solitude quays
             Questions solved by Saviour’s truth quickenings*
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The grandfather clock solemnly struck two.
In the pitchy night, shadows seem to flit about.
I close my red rimmed eyes tight
Yet I can see all around me for sleep eludes me.

I lie on my bed like a dead crab on the hot sand,
not daring to move...

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I saw a homeless man 
Begging on O'connell bridge 
Behind him the dark stagnant waters of the Liffey 
Flowing aimlessly along the quays,
All around him a large crowd of people 
Walking to and fro
And somewhere from among the crowd 
A kind-hearted stranger turned around 
And...

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VIKINGS

Erik  went east  to Yamal peninsula’s spring  
For Russian hides and terrifying antlers
From the world’s biggest  reindeer herd,
In April  crossing the thawing  Ob River, 
Safe from predators :  good hunting  
And  fully  laden longboats. ...

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