Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1. A Day In The Life Of Paddy Murphy, Broker 3/30/2012
2. Take Me To The Taxidermist 3/31/2012
3. Three Girls Of Spring 4/1/2012
4. Scenes From A Parish 4/2/2012
5. No New Woman 4/2/2012
6. Dropped By A Peacock 4/4/2012
7. Haberdasher's Thoughts 4/4/2012
8. Recluse At Coney 4/6/2012
9. Dr. Donohue 4/6/2012
10. Bells From The Cathedral 4/7/2012
11. Dad 4/7/2012
12. Waggle And Jounce 4/8/2012
13. Pedro, Pablo And Little José 4/11/2012
14. Hermit's Confession 4/14/2012
15. The Cab That I Caught 4/16/2012
16. Unintelligent Design 4/17/2012
17. Prayer For The Priests Of Mexico City 4/17/2012
18. Staff Meeting At Auschwitz 4/22/2012
19. Boysenberry Eyes Awhirl 4/24/2012
20. Mother's Day 4/25/2012
21. Straight In His Caneback Chair 4/30/2012
22. Paddy Murphy's Wake 4/30/2012
23. What Purpose Does A Rabbit Have 5/1/2012
24. Booger Mcnulty And Me 3/11/2012
25. Last Irish Christening 3/14/2012
26. Sadie Says 3/17/2012
27. Beulah Needs Another Man 3/18/2012
28. Two In The Head 3/20/2012
29. Memories 3/21/2012
30. The Honey Room 10/10/2011
31. So Fingertips Kiss 10/11/2011
32. 'Lemon Underwear' 10/12/2011
33. Wilson And Broadway At 4 A.M. 5/1/2012
34. Kissing Carol Ann 5/3/2012
35. The Last Honeydew 5/5/2012
36. Wound In Cellophane 5/18/2012
37. The Foyer Of The Heart 5/19/2012
38. Father, Again, Peering 5/20/2012
39. Night Light 5/20/2012
40. Midnight Anthem 5/23/2012
Best Poem of Donal Mahoney

Income Equality

Wilbur's always lived
in the navel of society,
lost in the lint
of the middle class.

His parents lived there too.
So will his children if they
fail to win the lottery.
Not a problem for Wilbur.

From his navel he can
see the poor sweat
at jobs they died for.
When he looks up

he can see the rich bet
on stocks and then relax
with wine and caviar.
That's the way the world works.

Wilbur's father told him
it's always been that way
and always will be.
And like his father

Wilbur knows the world
will always have ...

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The Honey Room

Brother Al, in his hood,
is out in his field
making love to his bees.
From my room I can see him
move through his hives
the way people should move
among people.
The bees give him gold and the gold
turns orange in the jars

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