Damian Cranney Poems
|7.||All The Way||12/10/2012|
|13.||Blue Anchor Bay At Dusk||12/10/2012|
|15.||Not So Barren||1/7/2013|
|17.||The Road Trod||5/31/2013|
|19.||You Are My Love||6/30/2013|
|20.||The Unlit Road||6/10/2013|
|22.||Our Brothers Keeper||8/30/2013|
|23.||Lady Caroline Rothclare||10/3/2013|
|26.||Look For The Now||12/4/2013|
|31.||Scotland The Brave Uk||3/23/2014|
|32.||The Souls Passage||4/14/2014|
|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|
Comments about Damian Cranney
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, ...
In a cold bleak field, a soldier lay dying.
There were others around him, Who also were crying,
The medics had already tried to gain ground,
But the incessant chatter of maxims and mausers,
That chewed up the grass and the mud all around,
kept the bravest of brave, from risking his trouscrs,
And the dying from living, or their mothers from Sighing.