Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Dónall Dempsey Poems

1601. To Bungee Or Not To Bungee... 5/23/2012
1602. A Window Into Somewhere Else 5/23/2012
1603. Full Of Empty 5/23/2012
1604. Traveling Across The Hours Of Daylight 5/30/2012
1605. Curtains 4/30/2012
1606. Peeing In The Sandbox 5/1/2012
1607. Its Summery Shimmer 5/31/2012
1608. Venuses In Transit 6/2/2012
1609. Hijacking The Body 6/3/2012
1610. Family Outing 6/4/2012
1611. Missed Kisses 6/5/2012
1612. A Tale Of Two Expectations 6/11/2012
1613. St/Sc/Ars 6/11/2012
1614. You Can Count On It 6/12/2012
1615. How Important Multi-Tasking Is To Those Of Us Of The Feminine Persuasion 6/12/2012
1616. Oi! 6/16/2012
1617. Too Hot The Eye Of Heaven Shines 6/18/2012
1618. How Now 7/6/2012
1619. Communion 7/31/2012
1620. Time Passes 8/5/2012
1621. Lost In Translation 8/8/2012
1622. Fly Me To The Moon 8/8/2012
1623. How To Make Love 8/13/2012
1624. Ni Allwin Fod Hebot Ti (I Could Not Be Without You) 8/26/2012
1625. So You 8/26/2012
1626. Lady In Waiting 8/29/2012
1627. And About 3 O'Clock 9/7/2012
1628. And There Was Me Without An I 9/7/2012
1629. Honey Moon 6/29/2012
1630. The Flag Of Itself 6/29/2012
1631. Dangles 7/4/2012
1632. The Only Way Of Looking At A Bird 9/9/2012
1633. The One Legged Plastic Footballer That Time Forgot 9/16/2012
1634. Those William Carlos Williams Moments 9/20/2012
1635. Woke Up It Was A Chelsea Morning 9/23/2012
1636. She Talks To Her Shadow 10/10/2012
1637. Up Close And Personal 11/10/2012
1638. But That's... Another Story! 11/11/2012
1639. Racing Into Our Future 11/11/2012
1640. But That's...Another Story! 11/12/2012
Best Poem of Dónall Dempsey

The Very Naked Name Of Love

Love, has robbed you
of your clothes

except for high high heels
pearls & long elegant gloves.

Love pauses us at this
ridiculous stage

holds us in this
dressed/undressed pose

me almost naked
except for my wristwatch

ticking as madly as a heart

as we fall & laugh

& your pearls become
unstrung & one by one

dance across the linoleum

like an untalented tap dance act
that doesn’t stand a chance at an audition

and you smile & kiss me & whisper:

“Perdition...alas I am
undone, sir! ”

The ...

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The Way The Story Goes

Always enchantments
falling from your lips.

Orpheus...Eurydice
made real

made from the nearness
of your breath...a kiss.

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