Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney Poems

1041. Autumn By The Numbers 10/8/2016
1042. Another Old Friend 10/8/2016
1043. Doggerel For An Election 10/8/2016
1044. A Trick My Father Learned In Prison 10/9/2016
1045. An Old Poet Shares A Secret 10/10/2016
1046. A Dappled People Now 10/10/2016
1047. A Problem With Rudy 10/10/2016
1048. Just Like Yesterday 10/12/2016
1049. A Dairy Queen Moment 10/13/2016
1050. A Poem For Catholics 10/13/2016
1051. Making Certain It's Wally 10/13/2016
1052. A Traffic Stop Where No One Was Shot 10/15/2016
1053. A Farmer Goes To The Big City 10/15/2016
1054. Any Creepy Clown On Halloween 10/17/2016
1055. A Wildflower Goal 10/18/2016
1056. A Little Boy Who Won't Go Away 10/22/2016
1057. A Part Of Your Heart 10/22/2016
1058. All-Night Grocery Store 10/22/2016
1059. A Rice Cake At Midnight 10/22/2016
1060. A Chipmunk Chortles His Applause 10/22/2016
1061. All Of Us 10/22/2016
1062. Larder Bare With People Hungry 10/27/2016
1063. A Comma Is A Pipe Dream 10/30/2016
1064. A Confrontation Looms 10/30/2016
1065. A Red Kettle Crisis 10/30/2016
1066. Confetti Waiting For A Parade 10/31/2016
1067. A Forest Dawn 10/31/2016
1068. Swastikas Today On Temple Mizpah 11/3/2016
1069. Imperfect Storm Ends In A Rainbow 11/5/2016
1070. Farmer John Meets Someone Nice 11/5/2016
1071. A Neighborly Thing To Do 11/5/2016
1072. Love In The Afternoon 11/8/2016
1073. Decision 2016 11/9/2016
1074. Aren't You Glad We Asked? 11/11/2016
1075. Distressed Jeans 11/11/2016
1076. An Expert In Reptiles 11/11/2016
1077. Epilogue For An Election 11/13/2016
1078. Anyone Who Steps In The Way 11/13/2016
1079. Never Is The Best Time 11/13/2016
1080. A Gift From The Piltdown Man 11/13/2016
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.

Read the full of A Good Neighbor

'Doubting Thomas'

For years I've fed this feral cat at 4 a.m.,
a crouching mound of fur, Satanic black, with yellow eyes
that never blink. I call him 'Doubting Thomas.'

I place his can of Fancy Feast five feet or so from him.
He doesn't stir till I go in the house
and douse the porch light.

Then he leaps and cleans the can

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