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Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Fraud identities—
Hack poets praising themselves,
  .  .  .  Wait for accolades.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Mankind playing God,
Red burning sands, angry skies,
Blue ocean will rise.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Sky was not enough—
Bird flew into my window,
Broke neck hitting glass.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Man— master of earth,
Productive dust swarms in sands,
  .  .  .  Anthills in desert.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Mankind playing God,
Red burning sands, angry skies,
Blue ocean will rise.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Wings, whirl, blue green psalm,
Collapsed wave function flashes—
.  .  .  Into existence.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Wings, whirl, blue green psalm,
Collapsed wave function flashes—
.  .  .  Into existence.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
We lost connection—
Longer pauses on phone lines,
  .  .  .  Last words on a wire.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
We lost connection—
Longer pauses on phone lines,
  .  .  .  Last words on a wire.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Loosed sparks touch at night  .  .  .
When all the stars are sleeping,
  .  .  .  True tips of fingers.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Once, I was fearless,
From glow of her face I ran,
  .  .  .  Yellow is the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Mindless ***** voting,
Every two years, brain dead thoughts,
******* God help us.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
She appears at night,
What conversations we have,
Speaking to myself.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
At end of desert,
My bones by her oasis,
So real was mirage.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
At end of desert,
My bones by her oasis,
So real was mirage.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
At end of desert,
My bones by her oasis,
So real was mirage.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
At end of desert,
My bones by her oasis,
So real was mirage.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Waking angel spoke:
'I am water— born in fire,
Lord, what have I done?'
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Bud yearns to be bloom,
Flowers of youth so fading,
Blooms wish to be bud.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Our whirlpools of breath,
Deeper than dark between stars,
  .  .  .  Her Sheela na gig.
Sheela na gigs (Síle na gcíoch in Irish) are figurative carvings of naked women displaying an exaggerated *****. They are found on churches, castles, and other buildings, particularly in Ireland and Great Britain, sometimes together with male figures.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
I wake to alarm—
Under sink pots, pans banging,
Breakfast time for cat.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
I wake to alarm—
Under sink pots, pans banging,
Breakfast time for cat.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
She left in the night,
Bright red hair, door lost to me,
North wind shuffling in.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Blue-grey clouds bursting,
Tempest, mortals cry— sun shines,
After the downpour.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Daylight so heavy  .  .  .
All troubles under the sun,                      
  .  .  .  Sinks into mountain.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
For you, my hands swim,
Dipping, deep, lovely waters—
Why won't you touch me?
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Two make love in bed,
Float, horizontal, Godlike,
Gliding on water.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Two make love in bed,
Float, horizontal, Godlike,
Gliding on water.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Sweetest summer day,
How I feel— she'll never know,
Words get in the way.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
O storming blue jays,
So militantly you comb,
For shrapnel on lawn.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
What do you get Lord,
When the devil runs amok?
Neocons at large.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Eleven hundred  .  .  .
Followers made up by fool,                                      
Clown with many masks.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Light through a window,
Chides— children I see you hide!
Morning eyes whisper.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
We ran from the lights,
Stole away back to waters,
  .  .  .  Moonlit skinny dip.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Little painted homes  .  .  .
Placed for colourful songbirds,
  .  .  .  Sparrows boldly nest.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Smoking from heaven  .  .  .
Lonely clouds float on water,
  .  .  .  Two swans on a pond.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
After sun showers  .  .  .
Sparkle of rainbow colours,
  .  .  .  Busy hummingbirds.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
We kiss on the strand,
Gentle waves touching our toes,
  .  .  .  This way to heaven.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
We walk together—
Tempests, tears in a meadow,
One red winged blackbird.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
I gave ocean pearls,
Her answer was no— blue firs,
Hold, cold water beads.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
I gave ocean pearls,
Her answer was no— blue firs,
Hold, cold water beads.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
I gave ocean pearls,
Her answer was no— blue firs,
Hold, cold water beads.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Writers, note things, list,
Describe, mundane words ending—
Poets go beyond.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Ferry crossing strait—
Undiscovered country, last comfort,
Great Pullman, the sea.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Ferry crossing strait—
Undiscovered country, last comfort,
Great Pullman, the sea.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Ferry crossing strait—
Undiscovered country, last comfort,
Great Pullman, the sea.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Eyes set for journey,
Downy flight, round hills, meadows,
  .  .  .  Us naked in bed.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Eyes set for journey,
Downy flight, round hills, meadows,
  .  .  .  Us naked in bed.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
Eyes set for journey,
Downy flight, round hills, meadows,
  .  .  .  Us naked in bed.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Frightful light in dark  .  .  .
With creatures monthly naked,
  .  .  .  Face of the full moon.
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