Best Reilly Poems
Betrayed for thirty pieces
Of silver
Mocked, spat upon
Flogged and crucified,
How Messiah suffered and died.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2019.
Matthew chapters 26 and 27 KJV.
Categories:
reilly, bible, jesus, truth,
Form:
Tanka
jagged meringue peaks
etched on steel blue frosted skies
perilous splendor
Liz Reilly
Categories:
reilly, nature,
Form:
Haiku
She sent me a message while I was walking Mr. Reilly,
She said “Look up, and tell me what you see.”
I thought I would impress her with my poetical ways so I answered,
Bus zooming by…
Brown leaves on the sidewalk ahead,
And a shadowy figure that Reilly and I will soon pass,
The smell of the Indian bakery warming my insides on an autumn evening.
“I love fresh bread,” she said, “What do you hear?”
Crisp slate grey sky,
And the wind gently shaking loose more tan and brown leaves,
And cars sliding by,
Each with its unique sound of tires on asphalt,
Creating its own steady hush.
She then messaged, “You’re very good at this,
I’m going to read that again!”
but I went on…
A few drops of cool rain,
The rain here, even when it’s pouring,
Seems to be made of a lighter liquid.
It’s not the hard thick drops of a West Texas down pour,
And it’s almost disappointing when
I don’t have the residual layer of dirt on my windshield after the rain,
Almost.
They say there is thunder in the springtime,
But I suspect they don’t know what real thunder is,
Here in California.
In the West Texas springtime,
When entire sky is filled with all the mountains,
That are missing from the landscape,
You can feel the power and,
The threatening posture of the storm,
But you take up the challenge and face the lightning,
And it fills you with excitement,
And if you have a lover,
It is during these storms that your fantasies come true.
Silver flashes across your lover’s skin,
Passion filled faces caught in the strobe of lightning,
And the pounding rain beating on the windows.
The mix of cold wet air,
And the sweaty heat of deep kisses and breath.
They don’t know what they’re missing here,
In California,
But I do,
And maybe someday I’ll have her.
Michael F. Lewis
11/29/2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToCr_Xo1LPk
Categories:
reilly, nature, passion, romance, missing,
Form:
Free verse
Stalin cared nothing for his people
Mao Zedong was likewise
Cruel and brutal tyrants
Who slaughtered millions of their own people.
And now let those who espouse the ideals
Of communism, marxism, socialism and globalism
Learn the truth from the blood soaked landscape
Of the twentieth century
And listen to the haunting cries
Of countless millions who have died...
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
3/9/22
Categories:
reilly, evil, political,
Form:
Free verse
Order gives way
To disorder
I look at my reflection
In the mirror
And believe every word.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
Categories:
reilly, humorous, science,
Form:
Tanka
Gathering Leaves
On an autumn day
Bittersweet memories
Of summer,
Swept away.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
24/10/19
Categories:
reilly, autumn, memory,
Form:
Tanka
Whenever I hear the heavens sing
Or see the sun shining down
Or behold any living thing
That walks on this hallowed ground,
Whenever I see the earth in spring
Fertile and blooming with life
Or hear the birds sweetly sing
Their joyful song in the morning light,
Then how grateful I am
Here on this abundant earth
Surrounded by nature and man
And behold that glorious rebirth,
Such is nature's song to me
Uplifting the soul, joyful and free.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021
22/2/21
Categories:
reilly, beauty, life, nature, peace,
Form:
Sonnet
Outside
The streets are thronged with people
Chanting empty slogans
Mindless minions
Dancing to a globalist agenda...
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017.
Categories:
reilly, culture, death, political, war,
Form:
Tanka
Should time eradicate all my fears and doubts
The painful memories of my troubled past
The cruel and biting words from unfriendly mouths
And grant inner peace and contentment at last,
Should time with a kind and generous hand
Grant fortune and favour among friends and family
Health and happiness and prosperity in the land
And thereafter the rewards of heaven for all eternity,
But time is not a kind and caring father
Subject to the whims and desires of man
It does not create or sustain the natural order
Although bound to the will of his divine plan,
No, time is an ever changing moment that swiftly passes
In which we count all our gains and all our losses.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
20/8/22
Categories:
reilly, life, time,
Form:
Sonnet
A society that legislates
To murder its own children
Is destined to destroy itself.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
Posted 5th April 2019.
Categories:
reilly, abortion, murder, society,
Form:
Prose
Dublin city
Along the quays
Over the bridge
Across the liffey
North and South divide.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
30th September 2018.
Categories:
reilly, city, urban,
Form:
Tanka
They met
Fell in love
Got married
Had children
Worked hard
Grew old and retired
To the countryside,
The simple life.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019.
21/6/19
Categories:
reilly, family, life, love, work,
Form:
Free verse
In the mountains
There is silence
The peaceful contentment
Of a mind
At one with nature
In the evening twilight
Surrounded by tranquil beauty
And the stillness of the rugged landscape
Let the meditative mind
Pause and reflect
In a moment of silence
What God has done.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2020
21/4/20
Categories:
reilly, god, nature, peace,
Form:
Free verse
The heart breaking expression
Of grief,
The same
In any language
Colour or creed.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2019.
30th April 2019.
Categories:
reilly, grief,
Form:
Tanka
Never in all the years
Of the long dying day
Will I falter before that cruel voice
Or countenance the black despair
That rises from the deep cesspool of fear
Gorged on the churning cauldron
Of malevolence and hate,
Never in the bitter dying day
In all the torment of the soul
Twisting and turning on a restless bed
Will I countenance that hideous voice
To utter a single word,
Under the cold clear heavens.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019
25/12/19
Categories:
reilly, growth, life, pain,
Form:
Free verse