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Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Grand-offspring burning,
Man-child playing with matches,
Whole wide world in flames.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
She took me to bed  .  .  .
Skinned in bliss— was reborn, lost,
  .  .  .  In her satin folds.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
She sang me stories  .  .  .
Tales of love and touch at home,
  .  .  .  Little book opens.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Sweet stonewall princess,
Tear down impossible walls,
  .  .  .  See me as I am.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Sweet stonewall princess,
Tear down impossible walls,
  .  .  .  See me as I am.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Whole world, new outside,
Noon is like a cave inside,
  .  .  .  Nerd in a bubble.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Half way up mountain,
Flesh so weary from journey,
  .  .  .  Pillows in the sky.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Grace arrives gently  .  .  .
By ponds in contemplation,
  .  .  .  Silent as the swan.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Half way up mountain,
Flesh so weary from journey,
  .  .  .  Pillows in the sky.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Half way up mountain,
Flesh so weary from journey,
  .  .  .  Pillows in the sky.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Outside we squabble,
Birds circle, confusions, rows,
Eagle flies above.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Outside we squabble,
Birds circle, confusions, rows,
Eagle flies above.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Outside we squabble,
Birds circle, confusions, rows,
Eagle flies above.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
North winds, clouds gathering,
My mind paddles in sky river,
Like snow geese or swans.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
North winds, clouds gathering,
My mind paddles in sky river,
Like snow geese or swans.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
North winds, clouds gathering,
My mind paddles in sky river,
Like snow geese or swans.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
North winds, clouds gathering,
My mind paddles in sky river,
Like snow geese or swans.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
North winds, clouds gathering,
My mind paddles in sky river,
Like snow geese or swans.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Libertarians—
Anarchists on a trust fund,
Fools with conviction.


Only right country,
Libertarian heaven—
  .  .  .  Sweet Somalia.


Regulations ****—
Breathing is free and easy,
With Chinese gas mask.


John Wayne was a God,
We act with guns for Jesus—
Vengeful, cold dead hands.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
She did not know me,
My love feigned a cry, said I—
Have you seen my arts?
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Youngling without guile,
Waging war with life itself,
  .  .  .  Subtle temptations.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
I want to help you .  .  .
Sad, loser self promoters,
  .  .  .  Rock bottom is home.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Narcissist craves friends,
Ignores those without mirrors,
  .  .  .  Only sees himself.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
All three branches blow,
****, my country tis of thee,
  .  .  .  Tea party **** ****.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Wildcat bobs, circles,
Briars twined with stalks and reeds,
Red wings— black birds fall.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Winter arrives soon  .  .  .
Blue Jays come bluer than skies,                                                                    
  .  .  .  Wells in my blue eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Sky grey, blue falls, leaves,
Red, yellow— lights fade away,
Colours of autumn.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Always in a field  .  .  .
Wild flowers— a bunch to pick,
  .  .  .  Herself a bouquet.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
She stays in my life,
Kind— only to be cruel,
Love calls once a year.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
She stays in my life,
Kind— only to be cruel,
Love calls once a year.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Lamb becomes lion,
Neocons torn to shreds— yes,
Christ's second coming.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Each day I fill baths  .  .  .
So short my time with songbirds,
  .  .  .  Morning states of grace.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Little bird feather  .  .  .
Wafts outside house of new love,
  .  .  .  Weight of my old heart.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Lovers reconcile  .  .  .
Making love in yellow fields,
  .  .  .  Joys in mustard seed.
From the Gospel:

He set another parable before them, saying, "The Kingdom of Heaven is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field; which indeed is smaller than all seeds. But when it is grown, it is greater than the herbs, and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the sky come and lodge in its branches."

— Matthew 13:31–32
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Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Mountain silhouette—
All there is of earth and sky,
  .  .  .  Did we ever love?
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Yawning dreams, slate hues,
Mystic shout mournful mountains,
  .  .  .  Connemara blues.
Connacht or Connaught is one of the Provinces of Ireland situated in the west of Ireland. In Ancient Ireland, it was one of the fifths ruled by a "king of over-kings" (in Irish: rí ruirech). In Gaelic historical annals from old Irish it was described as a western kingdom of learning, the seat of the greatest and wisest druids and magicians and where the men are famed for their eloquence, their handsomeness and their ability to pronounce true judgement.

It is said that the Fir Bolg ruled all of Ireland right before the Tuatha Dé Danann arrived. When the Fir Bolg were defeated, the Tuatha Dé Danann were so touched by the courage of their enemy that they would give them a quarter of Ireland. They chose Connacht.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Ripples lead to bows  .  .  .
After fish breaks the water,
  .  .  .  A kingfisher dives.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Savage left jungle,
Built the fittest selfish tribe,
  .  .  .  One mad tea party.
HAPPY FESTIVUS !!

Festivus
Is a well-celebrated secular holiday celebrated on December 23 which serves as an alternative to participating in commercialism associated with Christmas.

Airing of Grievances
The celebration of Festivus begins with the "Airing of Grievances", which takes place immediately after the Festivus dinner has been served. It consists of each person lashing out at others and the world about how they have been disappointed in the past year.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Walking lonely trails,
Sea of troubles, branching skies—
Mountain lake, so clear.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Steadfast as always  .  .  .
Wildflower in sun and rain,
  .  .  .  Showing true colours.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
Many years with her .  .  .
Snowy mountains in the sun,
  .  .  .  Even winter shines.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Walking lonely trails,
Sea of troubles, branching skies—
Mountain lake, so clear.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Walking lonely trails,
Sea of troubles, branching skies—
Mountain lake, so clear.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once, every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
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