Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1001. Agent Orange Is Still Killing Veterans Slowly 9/2/2016
1002. Not As Bad As Nagasaki 9/2/2016
1003. Long Before Isis 9/2/2016
1004. Black Flag From The Sky 9/3/2016
1005. Priest And Prostitute 9/3/2016
1006. Annuity Problems Heckle Old Ralph 9/3/2016
1007. Internment Camps In The United States 9/5/2016
1008. Day After The Funeral 9/5/2016
1009. How Pa Met Ma In The City 9/9/2016
1010. A Barn Red '53 Ford In The Sixties 9/9/2016
1011. A Whirlpool Morning 9/9/2016
1012. A Repairman Cometh 9/10/2016
1013. Cold Water Raining Between Them 9/10/2016
1014. Bellowing By Email 9/10/2016
1015. A Lesson In Silence 9/10/2016
1016. An Editor For The People 9/10/2016
1017. A Husband Falters 9/12/2016
1018. An Act Of The Will 9/12/2016
1019. Oh, Really? 9/19/2016
1020. Memory Care In The Heartland 9/22/2016
1021. A Maintenance Problem 9/22/2016
1022. Astaire And Ginger Dancing 9/22/2016
1023. Recycle Them 9/24/2016
1024. A Sunday In The Suburbs 9/25/2016
1025. A Momma Cat Speaks Up 9/25/2016
1026. A Twist Of Fate 9/26/2016
1027. An Avian Wall Street 9/26/2016
1028. An Old Flame Flickers 9/26/2016
1029. Bullets Without A Gun 9/27/2016
1030. An Oompah! For Grandpa 9/27/2016
1031. At Traffic Stops And Sand 9/27/2016
1032. A Difference Of Opinion 9/27/2016
1033. An Urban Legend Confirmed 9/28/2016
1034. A Nice Roast Every Sunday 9/29/2016
1035. A New Grandmother Wonders 9/30/2016
1036. A Tin Cup Playing Mozart 9/30/2016
1037. Always The Salesman 9/30/2016
1038. A Cricket Wants To Know 10/1/2016
1039. And It's Not His Fault 10/1/2016
1040. Holocaust For A Garden 10/1/2016
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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