Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1. A Twist Of Fate -new- 9/26/2016
2. An Avian Wall Street -new- 9/26/2016
3. An Old Flame Flickers -new- 9/26/2016
4. A Day In The Life Of Paddy Murphy, Broker 3/30/2012
5. Take Me To The Taxidermist 3/31/2012
6. Three Girls Of Spring 4/1/2012
7. Scenes From A Parish 4/2/2012
8. No New Woman 4/2/2012
9. Dropped By A Peacock 4/4/2012
10. Haberdasher's Thoughts 4/4/2012
11. Recluse At Coney 4/6/2012
12. Dr. Donohue 4/6/2012
13. Bells From The Cathedral 4/7/2012
14. Dad 4/7/2012
15. Waggle And Jounce 4/8/2012
16. Pedro, Pablo And Little José 4/11/2012
17. Hermit's Confession 4/14/2012
18. The Cab That I Caught 4/16/2012
19. Unintelligent Design 4/17/2012
20. Prayer For The Priests Of Mexico City 4/17/2012
21. Staff Meeting At Auschwitz 4/22/2012
22. Boysenberry Eyes Awhirl 4/24/2012
23. Mother's Day 4/25/2012
24. Straight In His Caneback Chair 4/30/2012
25. Paddy Murphy's Wake 4/30/2012
26. What Purpose Does A Rabbit Have 5/1/2012
27. Booger Mcnulty And Me 3/11/2012
28. Last Irish Christening 3/14/2012
29. Sadie Says 3/17/2012
30. Beulah Needs Another Man 3/18/2012
31. Two In The Head 3/20/2012
32. Memories 3/21/2012
33. The Honey Room 10/10/2011
34. So Fingertips Kiss 10/11/2011
35. 'Lemon Underwear' 10/12/2011
36. Wilson And Broadway At 4 A.M. 5/1/2012
37. Kissing Carol Ann 5/3/2012
38. The Last Honeydew 5/5/2012
39. Wound In Cellophane 5/18/2012
40. The Foyer Of The Heart 5/19/2012
Best Poem of Donal Mahoney

Income Equality

Wilbur's always lived
in the navel of society,
lost in the lint
of the middle class.

His parents lived there too.
So will his children if they
fail to win the lottery.
Not a problem for Wilbur.

From his navel he can
see the poor sweat
at jobs they died for.
When he looks up

he can see the rich bet
on stocks and then relax
with wine and caviar.
That's the way the world works.

Wilbur's father told him
it's always been that way
and always will be.
And like his father

Wilbur knows the world
will always have ...

Read the full of Income Equality

So Fingertips Kiss

Five kids, eight years.
And then one day my wife
shouts to me on the tractor
roaring in the field:

“I’ve had enough.”
And like a ballerina,
she rises on one foot, sole
of the other foot firm

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