Damian Cranney

Veteran Poet - 1,563 Points (27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

Damian Cranney Poems

41. England 2/26/2017
42. The Rape Of Poor Greece 3/6/2017
43. Hidden Evil 3/21/2017
44. Friends In Your Life 3/21/2017
45. The Souls Progress 3/29/2017
46. Duties Reward 4/1/2017
47. Snowdonia Walks 4/20/2017
48. Fickle Fate 4/21/2017
49. Follow That Stream 4/23/2017
50. The End Of The Pier 4/26/2017
51. Fly Like A Bird 5/4/2017
52. Reasons For Drinking 6/7/2017
53. Loves Lost Time 6/15/2017
54. Who Cares! Have Another Beer 6/23/2017
55. There Was No Choice 7/12/2017
56. The Lie - Or Is It Alright To Tell A Little White Lie 8/28/2017
57. Coming Of Age 9/28/2017
58. The Female Paradox 10/5/2017
59. Out Of Time 10/14/2017
60. Water 11/29/2017
61. Parky Benders 12/10/2017
62. The Souls Passage 4/14/2014
63. Prescribed Poetry 4/23/2014
64. Loves Rejuvenation 4/25/2014
65. Death 4/27/2014
66. Dangerous Seas 5/1/2014
67. Lying Not Standing 5/24/2014
68. Forgive You Your Sins 6/6/2014
69. An Independant Scotland (Or Beware The English) 6/15/2014
70. Friendship 6/17/2014
71. Two Lives Together 7/17/2014
72. Don'T Vacillate 7/18/2014
73. The Tallyman Of Life 8/7/2014
74. A Life In Shadow 9/13/2014
75. Can I Buy Some Happiness Please 5/12/2014
76. In Between The Light And Dark 7/4/2015
77. Wide Sad Eyes 9/19/2015
78. In Memory Of 9/20/2015
79. The Crack 3/22/2016
80. Free Moments In Time 2/22/2018

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  • Summer (2/18/2018 10:07:00 AM)

    I love all the poems

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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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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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