Damian Cranney

Veteran Poet - 1,561 Points (27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

Damian Cranney Poems

41. Scotland Be Brave 12/29/2016
42. Spectral Dream 1/14/2017
43. The Ex Soldier - An Allegory 2/2/2017
44. A Scottish Moor 2/16/2017
45. A Knight With No Name 2/21/2017
46. England 2/26/2017
47. The Rape Of Poor Greece 3/6/2017
48. Hidden Evil 3/21/2017
49. Friends In Your Life 3/21/2017
50. The Souls Progress 3/29/2017
51. Duties Reward 4/1/2017
52. Snowdonia Walks 4/20/2017
53. Fickle Fate 4/21/2017
54. Follow That Stream 4/23/2017
55. The End Of The Pier 4/26/2017
56. Fly Like A Bird 5/4/2017
57. Reasons For Drinking 6/7/2017
58. Loves Lost Time 6/15/2017
59. Who Cares! Have Another Beer 6/23/2017
60. There Was No Choice 7/12/2017
61. Dangerous Power 8/21/2017
62. The Lie - Or Is It Alright To Tell A Little White Lie 8/28/2017
63. Coming Of Age 9/28/2017
64. The Female Paradox 10/5/2017
65. Out Of Time 10/14/2017
66. Water 11/29/2017
67. Parky Benders 12/10/2017
68. Loves Tragedy 3/18/2014
69. Can I Buy Some Happiness Please 5/12/2014
70. Lying Not Standing 5/24/2014
71. Forgive You Your Sins 6/6/2014
72. An Independant Scotland (Or Beware The English) 6/15/2014
73. Friendship 6/17/2014
74. Two Lives Together 7/17/2014
75. Don'T Vacillate 7/18/2014
76. The Tallyman Of Life 8/7/2014
77. A Life In Shadow 9/13/2014
78. Wide Sad Eyes 9/19/2015
79. In Memory Of 9/20/2015
80. The Crack 3/22/2016

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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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Le Bois

In meadows full of rolling green,
A far off wood completes the scene,
It stands atop the distant brow,
And fills my heart with warmth, somehow.

In England there will always be,
Vistas of uncertainty,
That then are turned to Majesty,
By those blessed with the gift of seeing,

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