Long Donal Poems
Long Donal Poems. Below are the most popular long Donal by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Donal poems by poem length and keyword.
An Uppercut I Remember
Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height,...
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Categories:
donal, father son,
Form:
Blank verse
Patsy Foley Was Roly-Poly In 1947
It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too much ravioli."
At first, no one could remember who started the...
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Categories:
donal, memory,
Form:
Prose
An Affective Disorder, the Doctor Said
No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie's number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worked hard,...
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Categories:
donal, anxiety, mental illness, , 8th grade, ,
Form:
Prose
Strangers In Peoria
I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany...
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Categories:
donal, break up,
Form:
Prose
America Wasn'T So Bad Back Then
We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the diner who think our past lives are interesting. So when...
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Categories:
donal, america,
Form:
Prose
Hubert Might Go Upstairs But Not To Rome
Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it.
"I'm going upstairs," Hubert tells Ruth as he hoists himself out...
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Categories:
donal, marriage,
Form:
Prose
Mcgillicuddy's Wake
Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy's 1976 Buick into Eagan's Funeral Home for Tim McGillicuddy's wake. At 87,...
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Categories:
donal, death of a friend, fantasy,
Form:
Prose
Long Before Isis
Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out a small national magazine....
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Categories:
donal, friendship,
Form:
Prose
Children Are Why We Need Higher Taxes
Steven is a retired teacher disturbed by the problems he sees in education. Schools weren’t perfect when he was teaching but they were better than they are today. He has ideas for improvements.
Some of...
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Categories:
donal, child, education, school, , 9th grade,
Form:
Prose
Hilda's Family Reunion
Paddy didn't want to go to his wife's family reunion. He told her that in the same nice way he had told her in years past so as to avoid other reunions over the many...
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Categories:
donal, family, marriage,
Form:
Prose
A Trick My Father Learned In Prison
I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth...
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Categories:
donal, ireland, prison, war, , western,
Form:
Prose
A Stranger In the Soup Kitchen Spills the Beans
I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let's call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbors...
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Categories:
donal, poverty,
Form:
Prose
Eight Men Who Are Doing Quite Well
A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equaled the amount...
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Categories:
donal, money,
Form:
Prose
Caseworker, 1962
In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A social worker had...
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Categories:
donal, poverty,
Form:
Prose
Goose Eggs
Ginny didn’t know if it was a large pond or a small lake in the middle of the beautiful park where she had been hired right after high school to help with maintenance of the...
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Categories:
donal, abortion,
Form:
Prose
New Year's Resolutions
Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O'Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the homes...
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Categories:
donal, new year,
Form:
Prose
A Man of No Words
Virgil comes to group therapy every week in his pick-up truck with his dog, Buster, standing in the bed of the truck. The sessions are held for veterans of Korea and Vietnam. Quite a few...
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Categories:
donal, veterans day, war,
Form:
Prose
Back Then, Dandelion Greens Were Segregated Too
Martin, a very senior citizen, wants to get a bucket and knife and go hunt up some greens in a field in Alabama. But in spite of his yearnings for a big bowl of greens,...
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Categories:
donal, race,
Form:
Prose
Believe It Or What
He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, I...
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Categories:
donal, god, , atheist,
Form:
Prose
Imperfect Storm Ends In a Rainbow
In 1958 Elmer's was the only high school in his county that had been integrated. Basketball was the big sport. People in the little town filled the gym every Tuesday and Friday. They roared when...
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Categories:
donal, race,
Form:
Prose
Something He Sees While Praying
I have an old friend who was told some time ago he had six months to live. We live far apart now and he told me about this in an email shortly after the doctor...
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Categories:
donal, god,
Form:
Prose
Bright Lights In a World of Darkness
More than 30 years ago the Supreme Court in the United States ruled that if individuals are mentally ill but not criminally insane they cannot be confined to asylums. They must be allowed to live...
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Categories:
donal, mental illness,
Form:
Prose
Capitalism and Human Nature Must Be Regulated
“What can we do to make this right?”
The speaker is Phil Burns, owner of the brokerage firm that Owen Mitchell has had money invested with for years. Owen’s not rich and not poor. He just...
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Categories:
donal, political,
Form:
Prose
Doing Laundry On a Farm In the Fifities
Grandma Gretchen's in her rocker and she has something to say.
She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the...
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Categories:
donal, age, farm,
Form:
Prose
Chicken Breast Or Rump Roast
Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on the matter of age, the truth seldom surfaced. Their kids were grown and gone and had families of...
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Categories:
donal, marriage,
Form:
Prose