Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1441. Another Spring 3/19/2015
1442. My Therapist's A Lady 5/30/2013
1443. Cops And Robbers 5/29/2014
1444. After Listening To World News Tonight 3/26/2014
1445. Mingle 6/22/2014
1446. The Farmer's Daughter 4/8/2013
1447. Three Girls Of Spring 4/1/2012
1448. Songwriter's Nightmare 9/23/2013
1449. Professorial Dirge 7/4/2015
1450. Returning From Leave 8/1/2015
1451. The Ten Exceptions 7/26/2015
1452. Almost Home 9/3/2015
1453. Keeping His Dignity 8/28/2015
1454. Why Not Go Over 8/20/2015
1455. Caseworker,1962 8/5/2015
1456. No More Toilets For Lupe 8/5/2015
1457. Wildlife In The Garden 6/24/2015
1458. An Affective Disorder, The Doctor Said 2/9/2016
1459. Fifty Years Later 1/5/2016
1460. As Wally Explained On The Locked Side Later 10/24/2015
1461. Anniversary Poem 8/28/2015
1462. Marbles 8/28/2015
1463. What Is Haiku—three Lines And 17 Syllables Or Something Else? 12/31/2015
1464. All The Nudes Not Fit To Print 11/13/2015
1465. Marimba In The Afternoon 10/12/2015
1466. The Keepers 9/22/2015
1467. Blue Jays And Calico 12/24/2016
1468. A Diamond Anniversary 6/12/2016
1469. Analyzing The Election 4/21/2016
1470. Arranging Things 4/11/2016
1471. Apples Fall Close To Trees 2/11/2016
1472. Where's The Sport? 2/15/2016
1473. Grandma At The Bus Stop 2/10/2017
1474. At Least Now I Can Say Goodbye 1/15/2017
1475. Above Bob Gordon's Bog 7/28/2016
1476. A Quiet Beauty In Gray 2/28/2016
1477. A Working Life 7/18/2016
1478. Just The Sheep And The Goats And The Shepherd 5/4/2014
1479. Cuckold's Plea 11/23/2014
1480. Letter To An Estranged Middle-Aged Son 5/4/2014
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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'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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