Damian Cranney

Veteran Poet - 1,475 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. Lady Caroline Rothclare 10/3/2013
19. Stress Free 10/29/2013
20. Loves Needs 11/6/2013
21. Look For The Now 12/4/2013
22. Seaside Nostalgia 2/21/2014
23. For You 2/24/2014
24. Mad Jasper 12/10/2012
25. You Are My Love 6/30/2013
26. Scotland The Brave Uk 3/23/2014
27. The Souls Passage 4/14/2014
28. Prescribed Poetry 4/23/2014
29. Loves Rejuvenation 4/25/2014
30. Death 4/27/2014
31. Dangerous Seas 5/1/2014
32. The Babs Of Koth 8/7/2016
33. The Man In The Dock 8/8/2016
34. Bubblethe Rat 8/10/2016
35. War Graves Visit 8/22/2016
36. The Orb 10/11/2016
37. Daniel Cretona 11/2/2016
38. The Remainers 11/5/2016
39. The Powers That Be 11/17/2016
40. Scotland Be Brave 12/29/2016

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Best Poem of Damian Cranney

Go Fishing

There is no peace to equal that, of fishing by a Lake,
Or a stream, or river broad, or pond within a wood,
If worries you would cast away, take a fishing break,
Nature, is the balm that Soothes, the restless soul for good.

I remember, one idyllic, sunny day in spring,
Rising early, well before, dawns tentative groping light,
Arriving at the lake to hear, a far off robin, sing,
A ripple from a rising fish, all added to the sight,

To angle for your supper, is reward enough, it's true,
But that day, was a record day, eleven trout all told,
It fed ...

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Bleak Fields

Bleak Fields

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.

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