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Eamon Duffin Poem
In January 2007 the fishing trawler, 'Pere Charles'was lost off Dunmore East. Co Waterford,
Ireland, with the loss of five fishermen. I knew four of them, two very well.
Pere Charles
Soft water all quiet
Bubbles of air take last breath
Five souls bid goodbye
Flowing Music
White water tinkling
Exudes musical moments
Hear a perfect peace
Soft Power
Soft flowing water
Creates valley and canyon
Kisses ocean, free
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Soulless Windows
On the rain wet pavement I stand
The cold memory chills my heart
In the third floor window no glass
Just soulless boarded grey eyes
No laughter reverberate the walls
or children’s chatter to lighten air
disturbing unknown neighbours
The scent of your love lingers on
interwoven with cloying sad decay
Walls remain but you are long gone
to a new life somewhere far away
not reachable to my inner self
That you are lost makes me bitter
but I understand why you had to go
Why did you not take my memories
that force me unbidden to return
to this cold rain splattered street
You are still in our empty apartment
1st in Contest Empty Apartment
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
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I killed the man that done me wrong
And watched until his life was gone
With my heart I cast a spell
I wished his soul descend to hell
My revenge it was complete
As his life’s blood washed the street
I thought my demons laid to rest
But something burned in my breast
In broken sleep a vision came
Of open hole with melting flame
A black clad figure called me near
I obeyed though cold with fear
‘Come and see your enemy pay’
The voice compelled I did obey
There in molten rock and fire
Tortured souls could not expire
The tongues of flame licked their flesh
As past misdeeds they did enmesh
My screaming victim I then did see
But his tortured screams came from me
And when his features I did trace
It was my own that I did face
This woeful being with evil leer
Caught my hand and pulled me near
‘Welcome to hell’ his voice did crack
As the Devil gave a fearsome laugh
I felt the heat upon my skin
As to the fire I was drawn in
‘No escape’ I heard the voice
‘For ever burn let us rejoice’
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trees cast precious seed
nut brown in soft barb green case....
children play conkers
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silver sky exhales
showers forests with ice dust....
naked trees shiver
(4th in Contest Strict Haiku 2 by Charles Henderson)
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An old man walks the cobbled streets
Of a city he helped create
When he had walked on younger feet
Back so proud and straight
The bog’s of Ireland he left behind
To search for a better life
In a foreign city’s numbing grind
With mind erasing strife
Loneliness ate his homesick heart
And solace he did seek
In bars where he became a part
Of sad emigrants clique
Far too swiftly his life took flight
With only dreams of home
Work filled days and drink filled nights
But always so alone
Cruel age stole the years and strength
As quick as you could blink
Work and home and hope soon went
Only friend now left is drink
So now he walks those cobbled streets
Homeless broke and old
While in his mind old ghosts he greets
Clad in green and white and gold
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An enigmatic Indian beauty from Delhi
Told me that her first name was Anjali
I gave her all my cash
Seven goats and an ass
Then took them back for she was really a fellow
(6th in Contest; Indian Giver by Destroyer Poet)
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That's not my elephant, the barman said, when last I went a boozing
Then threw at me a grin filled glance, that was a long way from amusing
You brought him here, you bring him home, your game I’m not abetting
So pack your trunk, get out, your barred, no more drink you’re getting
So sadly I made the long journey home, my poor legs weak as jelly
I could perhaps have caught a cab but they would not take Nellie
Later as we passed a takeaway, the warm smell assailed my senses
I ordered spaghetti and parmesan cheese, Nellie just had lettuce
My door key I could nowhere find, when at last I reached my home
I had no choice but to ring the bell, the wife Ella soon came down
Her words, would cause a crimson blush, on face’s of horse traders
I have not experienced such awful fear since I was in 2nd graders
She insisted that, ‘Nellie’, was but just, a figment of my imagination
And that if I didn’t get off to bed, I’d end up in prone prostration
Now I’ve lost my new best friend, and sweet alcohol fuelled nights
She’s taken from me the will to live. and rewritten the bill of right
4th in Contest, That's Not My Elephant, by Matt Caliri
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Whoosh whoosh free and float
I caress the cotton clouds
Earth’s anchors recede
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The doorbell rings and there you stand
With cheeky smile on lips and in your eyes
Long ginger hair contained by Alice band
Unbridled joy I feel is not disguised
No age since you came upon this earth
An oasis in the storm of life’s woes
Too young were you to see or feel the hurt
Not knowing that to God one love must go
We gave you all our love and then gave more
Did not regret one second of that time
You repaid our love one thousand times o’er
You made our world a haven so sublime
I see you now leave your youth behind
And amaze with the passing of each year
You will always in our memory be enshrined
Granddaughter fair truly loved so dear
7th in Contest Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
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