Adrian Taheny Poems

“And all our planes returned safely” he said
And a packed room sat in disbelief
But hung on every word that emanated
From that magical box on the kitchen table.
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Well fed, he contemplates
Vein, in vain, varicose veins!
On a lean hand. Moving nowhere.
Terracotta pots with apologetic plants
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At eighty five, at home, alone
Watching Sky and watching phone.
Talked to no-one all the day
No one called, or so you say.
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Bailey, daily, nightly, brightly
Danger reckons, beacon beckons
Stranger, warning, keep well clear
Pass by safely in my care.
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Why don’t they come anymore?
Why don’t they stop and pray?
Why don't they remember,
That I’m still here each day.
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When God created woman
In all her glorious splendor,
He ate spare ribs with Adam
And considered where to send her.
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Back, beyond the womb, through a closed door,
To a sacred place, where time began.
I am aware and gaze upwards, fearful,
As I listen to familiar sounds, breaking the silence.
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Great plates of sandwiches
after midnight mass on Xmas eve
feed muffled discussions about
the racket at the back of the church
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Cows cower in hedge rows
And new lambs leap innocently.
Out of the depths of winter, awaken,
With every blooming thing.
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Saturday morning sleep of a schoolboy
Broken by the regular ringing of
asses and carts and the two churns
rattling together filled with
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