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Connor Fagan Poem
A quiet man asked his mind
For no one heard his voice
What words should I in silence find
To fill this heavy void?
But no reply graced him
The silence tells no truth
His thoughts betrayed; became so grim
when along came a youth
Are you feeling alright, sir?
You seem to be in pain
What tragedy has now occurred?
So the man asked again
The words, hardly a whisper
Fell short of the boy's ears
I'm sorry what, mister?
The man's eyes welled with tears
The boy, seeing the tears fall
Knelt down and listened close
When words came as a lonely call
He heard them leave his throat
The boy then answered, full of hope
How simple to advise!
Keep count of those who knelt down close
And rise to meet their eyes
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I remember the days we spent so fondly
‘Neath our lively oaks whose leaves kept falling
Though autumn gave them quiet beauty
A solidity through time beyond their weight
So light in hand yet heavy in heart
Each leaf a second less with you
And after too little time the leaves had piled
Their colors fading red to gray
That young oak so far from grown
Lost its swaying partner
Hence the leaves fell half in number
Shone half in color
Till the autumn winds had lost their luster
And that lone oak bore no beauty
No matter the colors of the leaves
If no other oak can whisper on the wind
Nor sway in awe
No wind should blow at all
Nor leaves should fall again
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O night sky and falling stars
Allow a wish unto me
With sunken eyes and trembling heart
With blistered feet do I plead
Find he who trampled these fields
So filled and fueled by greed
And curse the sword he wields
Thus his corpse the vultures feed
These willing men who battled he
Deserved not their pain
They tilled and grew these seeds
Their actions done in vain
For who has torn this land apart?
And left naught but debris?
O night sky and falling stars
With blistered feet do I plead
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Connor Fagan Poem
On frozen lands
Did our home lie
Its chimney full of smoke
And heat inside
Kept us alive
While our father spoke
Come here children
Gather around
And hear what I must say
It’s cold outside
So please don’t cry
In here you all must stay
Now I must go
Beyond these walls
The mine won’t mine itself
So please be safe
And pray this day
Unless the ice does melt
He donned his furs
Pulled on his gloves
But he would not return
Our furnace thrummed
The embers hummed
But seldom did they burn
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They forge these paths with littered stones
Paint thick the way with gilded gold
Sing praise upon those doctored steps
Spew truths and lies amalgam
Till lines once fine are smudges
Blemishes on the vast drawing of Life
Old eyes had seen the picture
These new ones never will
They come to realize
A blur represents no cause
Lies further no truth
Those gilded paths have no end
Sprout from no beginning
Soar to no height
Shine in no light
Each step a step nowhere
And after the longest night
Most arduous flight
The sun rises
But falls too soon
Blistered feet touch familiar ground
And the night begins again
Until the sun burns out
And the night forever persists
For the journey made for meaning
Was tiresome indeed
Yet meant nothing after all
Copyright © Connor Fagan | Year Posted 2020
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