Dermot McGarthy Poems
|2.||Postcard From Basildon||3/28/2013|
|5.||Below In Killarney||5/12/2017|
|7.||Happily Ever After||5/12/2017|
|8.||The Craft -new-||7/19/2017|
|9.||For Joey Ramone 1951-2001||5/19/2014|
|10.||Wally Lives In Wisconsin||1/17/2013|
|14.||King Of The Jungle||3/28/2013|
|15.||Nature Always Wins||1/20/2013|
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, ...
Nature Always Wins
The tricolor of blue,
Mingles with the sea's essence, and,
Newly born memories of you,
Like the cascades of pink and green,
In the after-light of the fountain's hue.
The sound of the waves crashing,
Like deafening applause,
Lauding the star that is,