Terry O'Leary


Terry O'Leary Poems

1. Gypsy Eyes 4/25/2012
2. Passing Trains In Winter Rain 4/28/2012
3. My Guitar 5/2/2012
4. Nun In Friar Small-Bro's Grave... Yard 5/21/2012
5. Nika 5/22/2012
6. The Drummer 5/26/2012
7. While I Gaze In Your Eyes 5/11/2012
8. Weeping Girl 5/31/2012
9. The Night Awaits The Dawn 6/10/2012
10. The Harlot 6/11/2012
11. Laughing In The Yard 6/19/2012
12. There Once Was A Nun 6/22/2012
13. I'Ll Always Remember - Haiku 6/28/2012
14. Leaves Begin To Shudder 7/2/2012
15. Lost Love Deliria 7/24/2012
16. Merchant Ship 8/16/2012
17. He Tickled Her Pink 8/26/2012
18. Treasure For Maureen 9/4/2012
19. Gypsy Guy 9/21/2012
20. Never Land 9/29/2012
21. 50's And 60's Weird Tv On Channel 3 6/27/2012
22. Ramblers 10/25/2012
23. Vale Of Tears 11/13/2012
24. Remember 1/14/2013
25. Lotsa Limericks - It Couldn'T Be Verse 10/20/2014
26. The Probe 11/15/2014
27. The Probe 2 11/16/2014
28. New World Order 2/14/2015
29. A Willow Tree 6/16/2015
30. The Probe 3 6/25/2015
31. Limbo 7/11/2015
32. A View From A Window 7/13/2015
33. Michael Brown 8/16/2014
34. Shut-Down City 8/25/2014
35. Improbable Me 9/19/2014
36. Only I Decide My Fate 3/23/2014
37. Neanderthal 4/4/2014
38. The Evil Eye 8/12/2014
39. The Mighty Eye In A Brief Eclipse Of Time 9/8/2012
40. Days Of Crystalline 8/22/2012
Best Poem of Terry O'Leary

The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night,
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won't believe, but some just might
.........most won't believe, but some just might

. Preface

Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied

Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown

Soon James was sent to man a ...

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My Guitar

With burdens bearing heavy down a road that's hard and long
My body's bent and weary so I'm reaching for a song;
My sorrows flicker - fading..., faint... - beneath the morning star,
While worried fingers seethe across the strings of my guitar.

Though seagulls fly forever, streaking, striving for the strand,
My troubles ebb, evaporate, with my guitar in hand;
Their turbulency's writhing neath the notes within the air -
And hunted by the haunting beat, they're vanquished everywhere.

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