Biography of Dan McGonagle
57 year old man from Scotland, father of 5 and grandad to Chloe Emma.
I have lived a varied and interesting life to date... followed a number of various career paths over the last few decades.
Now retired due to injury.
Started writing at the age of 50 after going through a personal crisis... discovered I had an aptitude for writing in rhyme.
If you find something of value to you as you read my writes... then I will be gratified that I have been of some small service.
Dan McGonagle Poems
Tenement buildings falling to bits Victims of precision hits
The Full Armour Of God
When faced with the powers of Darkness When evil consumes the weak Its time to prepare for battle But there are weapons you must first seek
Be The Best You Can Be
Don't listen to those who say you can't You can be what you want to be Don't listen to the voices of discontent I won't let that happen to me
Love rises like a phoenix from the ashes of loneliness Powering the world with eternal emotions
Why is it that the majority of people who read my writes cannot take a minute or so to comment on what they have read? Is my writing of such a poor standard that it deserves no comment at all? To those of you who have already commented on my writes...
The Sun Is Shining Bright Today
The sun is shining bright today No clouds are in my sky The birds are warbling sweetly Saying hello as they pass by
From Boy To Man
I watched you sleeping just last night The way I did in years gone by You were my infant son back then Now you are an adult...six feet high
Mother Knows Best!
What could be a more natural sight A child feeding from his mother in broad daylight Why is it viewed as a scene of disgust What harm can ensue from that bond of trust
Bless This House...
Bless this house and all therein May Love invade our home
A Tall Dark Stranger
A tall dark stranger rode into town Left his horse at the livery stable Booked a room for the night at the drovers inn Ate a meal at a dim corner table
Parking the car at the end of the road I check the store fronts on my beat Walking along with a spring in my step Doc Martens hugging my feet
I remember Granny telling me about my Uncle Phil He was a paratrooper known as 'The screaming skull' Definitely the kind of man I looked up to with pride I wanted to be just like him with strength and guts inside
The Ragamuffin Man
No one can see his pain or its scope There's none can sense his pride He once was young and full of hope Now he's tired...and just wants to hide
The Answer To Every Why
When your Mother placed you in my arms My heart swelled up with pride I cradled you close to my chest Held you snugly by my side
The Dust Of Ages...
It lies here still...unmoved...untouched
Neither rain nor wind exposed
While unseen movements in the dark
Keep its secret forever enclosed
Locked deep inside a castle keep
Long forgotten by those above
Surrounded by a musty smell
Bereft of care and love