Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1321. Insect In Jeopardy 2/15/2016
1322. Mourning Doves 2/15/2016
1323. Barber In A Country Town 2/11/2016
1324. An Easter Rising 3/19/2015
1325. An Interview With Adolph 3/17/2015
1326. Just In Time For Rosh Hashanah 9/24/2014
1327. The Quilters 3/11/2015
1328. Mrs. O'Malley 3/1/2015
1329. A Low Voice And A Nice Walk 2/23/2015
1330. Turning The Other Cheek 2/15/2015
1331. Agnostic In Hospice 2/19/2015
1332. Peace For Me Now 2/5/2015
1333. Bicker And Swear 1/30/2015
1334. A Night In Morocco 1/21/2015
1335. Rain Dream 1/16/2015
1336. A Winter Buffet 1/7/2015
1337. In Concert Tonight 12/28/2014
1338. Ambulance Lights 12/9/2014
1339. Missouri Is A Sorry State 12/2/2014
1340. Patsy Foley Was Roly-Poly In 1947 10/19/2014
1341. Back Then And Write Now 10/19/2014
1342. Long-Term Unemployed 10/14/2014
1343. Dead Brother's Note To Our Dad 9/30/2014
1344. Playing God 11/6/2014
1345. Therapy 10/10/2014
1346. Young Priest, Old Priest 9/1/2014
1347. Observer Of Current Events 9/1/2014
1348. Old Stag Giddy 6/19/2014
1349. Behind The Barn With Carol Ann 8/25/2014
1350. Shy Girl 7/15/2014
1351. The Grammar Years 6/23/2014
1352. An Irish Gathering 6/2/2014
1353. Mission Accomplished 5/30/2014
1354. Blackbirds 5/21/2014
1355. Consuela And Sean 5/21/2014
1356. Margaret Mary Kelly,82, Wants To Marry Paddy Regan,84 5/10/2014
1357. Unrequited Love 3/4/2014
1358. Man Around The House 2/19/2014
1359. Nice Old Grandpa Likes To Yodel 2/25/2014
1360. New Driver On An Old Route 12/13/2013
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

So Fingertips Kiss

Five kids, eight years.
And then one day my wife
shouts to me on the tractor
roaring in the field:

“I’ve had enough.”
And like a ballerina,
she rises on one foot, sole
of the other foot firm

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