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Seagulls congregate like taxis along the liffey walls,
Lovers lock lips for September memories,
As street beggars inspect their daily hauls.
A man trudges homeward under the heavy burden of guilt,
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The tricolor of blue,
Mingles with the sea's essence, and,
Newly born memories of you,
Like the cascades of pink and green,
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They poured trust, entangled with,
Remote memories of lust,
In cradle type recognition,
Of one who has traveled,
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Timeless like sleep.
Like laughter, and the sacrificial bleat,
Of those that wallow in defeat,
Unchanged, permanent, infinite and forever,
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(For Francie 1956-2009)

He went back to look for his youth,
In echoes, shadows and stains,
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Of all the things he killed,
He regretted killing time the most,
During that long season of love,
When he played catch-up to the host.
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Under the wings of the Golden Eagle,
Wally was born in Wisconsin,
By buxom youth, now feeble.

He chomped on blue cheese burgers,
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The scrub-land jingle jangled,
Between Forest Hills and Flatbush Avenue.
You gave it a voice, and you were it's echo,
From Rockaway beach and the High Schools,
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The Journey

At the crossroads of love, hope,
Regret, and expectation,
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In Kerry, but doesn't quite belong,
Founded on a bigger premise,
A melody, for every migrant's song,
Energy that never dies,
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If You look you will see,
The honey spawn of the bumble bee,
Teeming mysteries of the sea,
Delirious joy of the newly set free,
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There's one born every minute,
One dies every hour,
One breathes every second,
To the chime of the clock tower,
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Poetry, like drink,
Is an addiction,
That makes you think,
It makes you feel.........,
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Your love is not a promise,
Its not a given, not quite a fake,
It's a puzzle, a formula,
A dream to create,
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He had the smell of the earth about him,
Of six generations in arable clay
Loyal service in Cromwell's military caravan
A planter's paradise, he decided to stay.
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A lost and restless heart newly born,
Beating in the bare morning air.
The sole activity of this deserted body.
Emptied of all its human cache,
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The high ceiling of blue laughs down on us,
On our retreat from the frozen landscape.

The cell door lies closed behind.
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18.

Music is her morning drug,
Overdosing on her lover's lasting hug,
She showers in freedom's water,
Lathers her body in future's gel,
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Atlantis

Silhouettes of humanity mingle freely here,
The past to cherish, the present to fear.
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(For Music Lovers Everywhere)


A Central European girl,
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The Search

Seagulls congregate like taxis along the liffey walls,
Lovers lock lips for September memories,
As street beggars inspect their daily hauls.
A man trudges homeward under the heavy burden of guilt,
Another searches for his conscience in vain,
Among the city's filth.
Youngsters sail by in innocent guile,
Judge, jury and defendants in some far flung future trial.
Life's sinful soldiers eagerly possessed,
Mingle freely with the sorrowful, the gentle, the repressed.
If the volume were turned down,
Then we could see the true color of this town,
No beeps, screeches, or engine noise,
Just windows of the soul sitting in clear and earnest eyes,
Some blank, some ornate, some decorated in blue,
Some green, some gray, some brown,
Through which I peer,
In an endless search, for You.

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