There are pockets
of them everywhere,
quiet and discreet.
Usually they meet
once a week
in private homes
in basements
some call catacombs.
Depending on the group
a minister will preach,
a priest say Mass
a rabbi teach.
Elsewhere you will find
a mosque on almost
every street.
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
Sunday, 13 September 2015
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
November
cool frost stones
remind me of my choices
we followed each other
through the wood
I chose to follow
and could have gone
my own way,
instead choosing the same
frigid river path
not yet strong enough
to make our own road
through litter of leaves.
JD DeHart
DeHart is a writer and teacher from
Tennessee.
His blog is spinrockreader.blogspot.com
Saturday, 25 July 2015
Yowling
Ed's wife found a sinkhole
in the yard a year ago
a foot wide, several feet deep
and she wanted it filled.
No problem said Ed.
The sinkhole is hidden
behind a big bush
next to their garage.
Sometimes a feral cat,
good as its eyes may be,
falls into the hole at night,
never to come out.
The yowling can go on
longer than a week.
Neighbors around
Ed’s stockade fence
ask where the yowling
is coming from and Ed
asks them if they
have a cat in heat.
They always say no
and the questions stop.
Meanwhile, feral cats,
once a plague in Ed's yard,
no longer crouch
in the foliage and leap
to pluck robins and
cardinals out of the air.
Birds can worship now
at Ed’s suet and feeders,
wipe their beaks in peace,
serenaded at times
by the yowling.
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
in the yard a year ago
a foot wide, several feet deep
and she wanted it filled.
No problem said Ed.
The sinkhole is hidden
behind a big bush
next to their garage.
Sometimes a feral cat,
good as its eyes may be,
falls into the hole at night,
never to come out.
The yowling can go on
longer than a week.
Neighbors around
Ed’s stockade fence
ask where the yowling
is coming from and Ed
asks them if they
have a cat in heat.
They always say no
and the questions stop.
Meanwhile, feral cats,
once a plague in Ed's yard,
no longer crouch
in the foliage and leap
to pluck robins and
cardinals out of the air.
Birds can worship now
at Ed’s suet and feeders,
wipe their beaks in peace,
serenaded at times
by the yowling.
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
Thursday, 2 July 2015
Skylight
Streaming above
is the bold news
of a new time,
restless we rise
to waking life,
visions of heaven
floating above us.
JD DeHart
DeHart is a writer and teacher from Tennessee.
His blog is spinrockreader.blogspot.com
is the bold news
of a new time,
restless we rise
to waking life,
visions of heaven
floating above us.
JD DeHart
DeHart is a writer and teacher from Tennessee.
His blog is spinrockreader.blogspot.com
Thursday, 18 June 2015
Hold Out
Morning glories
bravely blooming
on my terrace
despite chill wind,
blossom all day
stubbornly denying
end of summer.
Gary Beck
New York,
Wednesday, 10 June 2015
Tension
Anger and fear,
Fermenting into a compote of love and lust,
Stress gets the best of us all.
The further we sink,
The further we fall.
After the act,
The words that you cannot take back now become rust.
Forever fact after it all.
The more that we felt,
The more that they saw.
Ron Thatcher
Ron Thatcher lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, in the US.
He can be contacted at aaronthatcherwccc@gmail.com
Fermenting into a compote of love and lust,
Stress gets the best of us all.
The further we sink,
The further we fall.
After the act,
The words that you cannot take back now become rust.
Forever fact after it all.
The more that we felt,
The more that they saw.
Ron Thatcher
Ron Thatcher lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, in the US.
He can be contacted at aaronthatcherwccc@gmail.com
Friday, 5 June 2015
Maybe They’ll Take a Lunch
Jack says God doesn't exist.
No one has ever seen him.
God says Jack exists and
He can’t wait to meet him.
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
No one has ever seen him.
God says Jack exists and
He can’t wait to meet him.
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
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