Donal Mahoney Poems

Two black cats
come over the fence
this morning
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Whenever Lolly stops me
on my midnight rounds
just to chat about the night
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Todd's tired of being odd
he tells his wife as he lights
candles next to their breakfast tea
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On tippy toes
with arms outstretched
my grandson asks
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It took awhile to find Osama.
It will take awhile to find
the Briton with his knife
in the desert of Iraq.
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Technology is wonderful, especially in medicine, Elmo told Opal, the day their son Brett called to tell them the good news. The doctor had told Brett and Debbie their first child would be a boy, according to the machine in the doctor's office.

Elmer never trusted machines other than the machines he used on the farm and Opal didn't either but they were happy to hear about their first grandchild.
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Carnage rolls
across the sand
amid the silence
of imams
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In the Shady Lane Nursing Home
Aunt Bea crochets and tells her niece
sitting and listening this Sunday afternoon
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So here I am, all decked out
in a new suit from Brooks Brothers,
haberdasher to corporate stars.
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I was out hunting mushrooms early one morning with my gunny sack and flashlight as is my wont when it is time for good mushrooms to sprout. They go good with a fine steak, provided you know where to look for them and I do because my grandfather took me out in the woods many years ago and showed me his secret spot. He's dead now as is my father but the mushrooms are always there.

On the way, however, I stopped under a bridge to look around and found I had company, a gnome with a bulbous nose and a severe case of rosacea leaning up against the abutment.
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