Damian Cranney

Veteran Poet - 1,559 Points (27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

Damian Cranney Poems

1. The Web 12/10/2012
2. Le Bois 12/10/2012
3. Bleak Fields 12/10/2012
4. Toms Mine 12/10/2012
5. Religions Extremes 12/10/2012
6. Eternal Love 12/10/2012
7. All The Way 12/10/2012
8. Jessica 12/10/2012
9. Belief 12/10/2012
10. Loves Vicissitudes 12/10/2012
11. Lifes Road 12/10/2012
12. Red Rum 12/10/2012
13. Blue Anchor Bay At Dusk 12/10/2012
14. Ruminating 12/17/2012
15. Not So Barren 1/7/2013
16. The Question 5/27/2013
17. The Road Trod 5/31/2013
18. Cool Rider 6/25/2013
19. You Are My Love 6/30/2013
20. The Unlit Road 6/10/2013
21. Go Fishing 8/30/2013
22. Our Brothers Keeper 8/30/2013
23. Lady Caroline Rothclare 10/3/2013
24. Stress Free 10/29/2013
25. Loves Needs 11/6/2013
26. Look For The Now 12/4/2013
27. Seaside Nostalgia 2/21/2014
28. For You 2/24/2014
29. Loves Tragedy 3/18/2014
30. Gilly 3/20/2014
31. Scotland The Brave Uk 3/23/2014
32. The Souls Passage 4/14/2014
33. Prescribed Poetry 4/23/2014
34. Loves Rejuvenation 4/25/2014
35. Death 4/27/2014
36. Dangerous Seas 5/1/2014
37. In Between The Light And Dark 7/4/2015
38. Cast Off Your Shrouds 9/14/2015
39. Wide Sad Eyes 9/19/2015
40. In Memory Of 9/20/2015

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Best Poem of Damian Cranney

Finding God

I would like to find God, the enquiring mind said,
But I don’t really want to have to wait till I’m dead,
And when I say find him, I do not mean in spirit,
If he really exists, I would like to pay him a visit.

I would like to be able to ring up and say,
Is it ok if I call round and see you today,
I believe we are made in his likeness, they tell
So if he’s like me, we should get on quite well?

Now please understand, I am not being blasphemous,
I would love to meet God with no church in between us,
By church I mean all of the third party religions, ...

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Toms Mine

The soldier bravely trod the sod
The sod he chose to tread was fine
Until he trod upon a mine
His apparel was left in disarray,
Because he chose to die that way

Hold on, I hear you say or sigh,
He did not choose that way to die!
It was his duty, he had no choice,

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