Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

801. The Big 62 And Everyone Else 1/22/2016
802. High Summer In The Country 1/22/2016
803. Odd And Strange 1/22/2016
804. Arson And The Artist 1/25/2016
805. Everyone Goes To Heaven 1/25/2016
806. Reprobate In Recovery 1/28/2016
807. A Bucket And A Tent 1/31/2016
808. No Supper For A Year 1/31/2016
809. Big Smile In The Sky 1/31/2016
810. Salt And Pepper 2/2/2016
811. Trickle-Down Economics 2/4/2016
812. Small Backyard 2/4/2016
813. Lessons Learned On A Farm 2/6/2016
814. A Third World Life 3/3/2016
815. Soldiers Shot In Battle 3/3/2016
816. A Change In The Menu 3/3/2016
817. A Wave. A Smile, A Nice Hello 3/4/2016
818. Old Troublemaker Reflects 3/4/2016
819. Block Party 3/4/2016
820. A Day In The Country 3/7/2016
821. Bella's Day 3/7/2016
822. Mystery Of Democracy 3/8/2016
823. Don't Miss Another Spring In Carolina 3/8/2016
824. Breakfast With Ted 3/11/2016
825. An Unofficial Poll 3/11/2016
826. A Fine Facility Like This 3/12/2016
827. Where Does The Hour Go? 3/13/2016
828. Adopted Daughter 3/15/2016
829. A Predictable Life 3/16/2016
830. They Lost It At The Cleaners 3/16/2016
831. Old Man In The Attic 3/18/2016
832. Daffodils 3/19/2016
833. Dancing Became Poetry 3/20/2016
834. Everybody Don't Have Somebody 3/21/2016
835. Adversaries 3/22/2016
836. After Services 3/22/2016
837. Veteran's Day Is Every Day For Him 3/22/2016
838. Age Has Curtains 3/23/2016
839. Bill's Socks 3/23/2016
840. It Takes A Little Old Lady 3/24/2016
Best Poem of Donal Mahoney

A Good Neighbor

Cookies for George,
40 years back from Viet Nam,
are the only payment
the man will accept
to mow your lawn,
rake your leaves,
shovel your snow.

He sleeps behind
his brother's house
above the garage.
Every two weeks
he shaves and bathes.
His brother takes him
to the Veterans Hospital.

George has cancer again
40 years after Agent Orange.
But he'll mow your lawn,
rake your leaves
and shovel your snow
for nothing less than
cookies for George.

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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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