Long Kerry Poems

Dear Siblings Three,

At least three of us four
have survived this first round
of sharing our seeing Reds 
and our feeling Blues.

At this point
I imagine our eldest sister
reading with interest,
and/or possibly contempt,
and holding all these things
in her...

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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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In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans.

One day he and seven...

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Kerry Ann gleamed with undeterred joy and twinkled in anticipation

It was her birthday and as a true Sagittarius she had colourful vision 

And a sharp bow for shooting the moon to get closer to serious...

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Rod Andersons 
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The priest had been here earlier and the rosary was said
and relatives and friends in single file were offering condolences.
"Sorry for your troubles," one by one they said, 
bending over Maggie Murphy, silent in her...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen...

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Mary, Jimmy, and Tommy had a garbage
can lid full of charcoal burning.
  They were Homeless but they had each
other.
  Mary was telling Jimmy how she managed
to get the free charcoal from the Sav-Mart.
...

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Passed down through generations of my family history
is the story of a man buried, and of an ensuing mystery.
It's an age old story that my ancestors have always told
about the presence of a rose appearing...

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I am not a politician
I have very little interest for politics 
Reminiscing on Diddy’s vote or die campaign
Rallying behind Senator John Kerry Wishing I were old enough to vote
My how things have changed
Obama’s groundbreaking history...

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Padraig's Fire

Hurry!
Hurry through the night
With windstorms
Breathing at your back
Before the shadows know
You pass their doors -
Their darkened, dusty, empty hearths -
Before the dawn ascends -
Before the pipes awaken;
Carry close
Precious flint and tinder
Next to the wildly...

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My dear Siblings,

I voted for Hillary. 
I would have preferred Bernie, 
but she agreed to much of his platform-especially universal health care and education and seemed to be cognizant of environmental/climate change issues and bonus--she's...

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The Doberman Pinscher

A Doberman’s known to be picky
With friends so to greet one is tricky
To kiss is a bummer
Undoubtedly dumber
Is to sneak up and give one a hickey

The English Setter

The reason we call them a...

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Whispers of Lace

Arms folded; He sits.  A grandfather clock ticks it's way to a song,  in a lonely 
room. 

It had taken ten years and thirty-five days to get to this place. ...

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Where to go, when your heart is torn in two?
When the sky is dark and very far from blue...
When fear runs all nations totally blind.
By insane leaders, not right in their mind?
Mental illness is our...

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Interview – 3-21-24  For Paddy Ch. Quick as a Wink 6/26/2010 – 3/8/24
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Interview With the Irish Wind

Wind from the heart of Eire, come abide with me for a moment
 before you toss your swirling...

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THE FARM HOUSE.  Part1.

She sits. Her feet bare.
The porch..paint blisters.
So much can be done
But to erase what once
Was; NEVER.

God. Hold back the tears!
Remember; shadows are
All that's left. 
A piano in the great room.
Dust on...

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In my America
The government is elected
The people  support the  government
Representatives of the people would represent 
Partisanship would be reserved for elections
Senators would not act as mine are acting now
New Orleans was flooded because...

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Members of the soup, 
Every one a cool poet 
An exstraudany group,
And they should know it

Breidenthal   -    Laura   
Lucas     -    ...

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I wake up but I can't see 
Everything is blurry 
Life is not what it used to be 
Beyond the silence a little girl cries 
As all faith is taken 
Broken into piece's, never to...

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In my eyes as a child my dreams forever grow,
I can catch the talons of an eagle and slay the meanest foe,
Drop to the peak of the mountain top and set my Princess free,
Dive the...

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Dim Sum Dong sat at the WEF subversion of free Countries event at Davos, Switzerland and daydreamed about prostitutes home in China and the 
organ harvesting and concentration -re-education 
camps and thought, these things like...

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Little Witch 

Stripping bare; she sits amongst the willow. 
The branches lightly scratch her skin.   The night had been long.  To lay 
waiting for a dream,  is a task that can...

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A father sits. 
Wrench in hand;
To fasten a wheel. 
The wagon now shiny red. 
A gift for her. 
To tote a doll promised to share. 
Sisters always fought. 
He never found the words, 
To appease...

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The Goat’s Tale... Puck Fair, Killorglin Co. Kerry, where in August
a wild mountain goat is crowned King Puck by a young girl who then becomes Queen of Puck. 

The Goat's Tale

"There's magic in the Coolroe-stream,...

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