Donal Mahoney Poems

With feline grace
and feral eyes
a ponytail
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'Twit or twerp,
that is the question, '
said the turtle
very worried
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From villages in Iowa,
Indiana, Minnesota and Nebraska
and from towns in the Dakotas,
Wisconsin and Michigan,
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Adolph's been here since the Forties.
So have Benito and Tojo.
As soon as they arrived we gave
each of them a huge furnace.
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Anyone who has had poetry published by an editor over the years has a relationship with that editor whether one knows it or not.

Sometimes the relationship is lukewarm, other times bordering on friendship, occasionally deep. Over time, writer and the editor notice mannerisms in each other that are often never discussed since these insights have nothing to do with the work and time may be important to one or both. That's happened to me with editors over the years but never with such impact as happened in an incident that occurred not long ago.
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'Tell Pablo I cannot see! '
says the man in the Picasso painting
as I pass by, program in hand.
The man has a hairy nose
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You would think you would
love a man who died
for you and for everyone else,
even those who will never
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Long ago Christ bled from every pore,
died on the cross, rose for all,
too few of whom now seem to care.
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One, a nun, has
her transfer in her hand.
She's silently praying.
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Yes, indeedy, Mary Reedy,
tell me, please,
where did you go
50 years ago today?
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