Short Mahoney Poems
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What we are
not who we are
matters to the world.
Who we are
not what we are
matters when we leave it.
Donal Mahoney
Susan Showering
Brilliant
May morning.
Upstairs
Susan
showering,
singing
as the children
waken.
Donal Mahoney
Shy
how does one handle
nude on the beach
extremities starfished
almost asleep
how does one handle
the talons, the beaks
Donal Mahoney
I never remember
year to year but then
some morning
in March
I'll walk out in the yard
and hear
the first trumpets
of Spring
Donal Mahoney
I never remember
year to year but then
some morning
in March
I'll walk out in the yard
and hear
the first trumpets
of Spring
Donal Mahoney
Recluse at Coney
how does one handle
nude on the beach
extremities starfished
almost asleep
how does one handle
the talons, the beaks
Donal Mahoney
We’re upset when vandals
desecrate a cemetery
and disrespect the dead
not so much when doctors
vandalize the womb
and desecrate the living
Donal Mahoney
An imam should say
eternity lasts too long
to sit by the fire
Donal Mahoney
Donal Mahoney would like to hear more Islamic clergy speak the truth to ISIS.
He’s a citizen who has
a problem with people
walking toward him
walking behind him
walking next to him
not so much when
he has protection
Donal Mahoney
Tell Me, Doc
Today I’ve come prepared
I know what I want to say
For a hundred bucks
tell me, Doc,
what love is
and why I have to ask you
that today
Donal Mahoney
Christmas is now the Holidays.
But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah
and Ramadan is still Ramadan.
Easter still has its name.
The media needs more time
to make the change.
Donal Mahoney
Christmas is now the Holidays.
But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah
and Ramadan is still Ramadan.
Easter still has its name.
The media needs more time
to make the change.
Donal Mahoney
Sundown Surl
Her lips?
As I recall,
even when she talked
her lips were slung
in a sundown surl
and there was liquor,
always liquor,
just a jigger,
in her walk.
Donal Mahoney
Married Man Shy
Of her eyes
and of her hair
I have been
aware one year
and I have said
no more than
I’ll be gone
all afternoon,
take all calls,
all messages.
Donal Mahoney
The Receptionist
Of her eyes
and of her hair
I have been
aware one year
and I have said
no more than
I’ll be gone
all afternoon,
take all calls,
all messages.
Donal Mahoney
Punxsutawney Phil
sees his shadow in February
and says six more weeks of winter.
That same day the first moth
of spring lands on my storm door
and says, “Wrong, Phil. I’m here.”
Donal Mahoney
Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin,
let street lights pour
bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,
thin, thin,
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin
Donal Mahoney
The soup kitchen
opens an hour late.
The rain finally stops
and the hungry file in.
They’ve had a long wait.
Cigarette butts
line the sidewalk,
early tombstones
in their wake.
Donal Mahoney
Covey of nuns
without benefit of wimple
graciously attired
sport coat, turtleneck, skirt
scurry through the airport
iPads swinging
unaware the turtleneck
is their Roman collar.
Donal Mahoney
They are a certain way
certain ladies are today
no matter where they are
summer, fall
winter, spring even
waiting for a bus in rain
to clean hotel rooms
an hour away
epitome of grace
Donal Mahoney
Natural Family Planning
has its ups and downs
so to speak but it often
works quite well.
But when the calendar
says not tonight
I ask my wife to please
go in another room
with that banana.
Donal Mahoney
Short-Pants Potentate
Inferno of a summer day
Mother’s dozing
Tommy, tiny, three,
paring knife in hand
tiptoes out, flops
short-pants potentate
upon the sidewalk sunny,
operates on ants
Donal Mahoney
Public Housing
The rattle
in the walls
would stop,
I’m told,
if the litter
in the halls
were edible.
Night after night,
tin after tin
the rats squeeze in
to feast on
their reflections.
Donal Mahoney
From The Train Going Home
As we roar over and by
the oaks are as still
as the snow they surround
Only the swans
on the pond
are moving
Then from an oak
a buckshot of crow
cawing and leaving
Donal Mahoney
A homeless man
hangs himself from a tree
at night in the city
to close out the year.
At dawn a passerby uses
a cell phone to post
his body on social media.
By noon 83,000 people
attend his wake.
Donal Mahoney