Albert Ahearn


Albert Ahearn Poems

1. Sterile Sermons 8/6/2009
2. Elusive Annelid 8/6/2009
3. Swansong 8/6/2009
4. A Fool’s Discourse 8/7/2009
5. Writer's Block 8/7/2009
6. Revivification 8/7/2009
7. Love Pawn 8/8/2009
8. Second Fall From Grace 8/8/2009
9. A Mondo Gory Poem 8/8/2009
10. A Poets Dream 8/9/2009
11. Act The Part 8/9/2009
12. Aloofness 8/9/2009
13. Chasing Rainbows 8/9/2009
14. Choices 8/9/2009
15. Daydreams 8/9/2009
16. Heavens Touch 8/9/2009
17. Mother Earth 8/9/2009
18. Tears 8/9/2009
19. The Birth Of Verse 8/10/2009
20. Next Stop...I Get Off 8/10/2009
21. Tin Soldiers 8/10/2009
22. The Sage 8/10/2009
23. The Shadow Is You 8/10/2009
24. Theatre Of The Absurd 8/10/2009
25. Thief Of Time 8/10/2009
26. An Epithet 8/10/2009
27. Grim Reaper 8/10/2009
28. Lofty Afterlife 8/10/2009
29. Sensual Intercourse 8/10/2009
30. Sharing A Volume 8/10/2009
31. Devoid Of Love 8/11/2009
32. Duel Personality 8/11/2009
33. Moon Crazed 8/11/2009
34. Pride 8/11/2009
35. Voyage Through Obscurity 8/7/2009
36. Forgotten Prose 8/7/2009
37. Judgment Day 8/7/2009
38. Clock 8/11/2009
39. A Fragile Gift 8/11/2009
40. Automobiles 8/11/2009
Best Poem of Albert Ahearn

财 富 比 您 认 为 快 将 来

A fortune cookie changed my life.
I suggest that you wipe the smiles
From your faces my skeptic friends.
It’s true and attributable
To that tasteless of all cookies
The one that they present to you
With the tab after you’re finished
Eating their fine Chinese cuisine.
I broke it in two exposing
The faux message on the paper:
Wealth will come sooner than you think.
After leaving the restaurant
I purchased from a grocery
Store just a few shops up the block
Just one six-digit lottery.
The following lucky Wednesday
All six numbers were drawn that ...

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Sterile Sermons

An old church stands with a spired steeple
Amidst the townspeople at Fox and Main
Where the hypocrites pray for sinful souls
And clergy holds sermons that entertain.
Within this sanctuary lined with pews
And opalescent glass and glittering gold
Odoriferous breaths of morning booze
Betray inebriants among the fold.
The Sunday sermon lectures temperance

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