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Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Rite of birds swirling,
Superstitions in mid air,
Black cat in garden.
Contrary to common belief, voodoo (known as Vodun in West Africa) is not related to juju, despite the linguistic and spiritual similarities. Juju has acquired some karmic attributes in more recent times. Good juju can stem from almost any good deed: saving a kitten, or returning a lost book. Bad juju can be spread just as easily. These ideas revolve around the luck and fortune portions of juju. The use of juju to describe an object usually involves small items worn or carried; these generally contain medicines produced by witch doctors.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
I captured my joy,
And boxed myself into dream,
  .  .  .  First photos of us.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
I captured my joy,
And boxed myself into dream,
  .  .  .  First photos of us.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Dreams lost when waking,
Sea spray, tangled kelp wafting,
  .  .  .  Briny taste of her.
kel·pie
\ˈkel-pē\
noun
: a water sprite of Scottish folklore that delights in or brings about the drowning of wayfarers
Origin: perhaps from Scottish Gaelic cailpeach, colpach heifer, colt.
First use: 1747
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Suddenly, she stole—
A kiss, a bliss that made me
Love her forever more.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Suddenly, she stole—
A kiss, a bliss that made me
Love her forever more.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Suddenly, she stole—
A kiss, a bliss that made me
Love her forever more.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Streams under mountains,
Dioramas in crested waves,
I was never born.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Once was a *****,
Voted against own interests,
Republican faith.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Murky heaven shoots—
Fishes swamped in long lost reeds,
  .  .  .  Great blue heron waits.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
My heart is quaking  .  .  .
So deep my feelings for her,
  .  .  .  Even the earth moves.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Hazelnuts in fall  .  .  .
Blue jays come as all turns grey,
  .  .  .  Small spots of blue sky.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
S(he) woke up one day,
Saw the world in a strange way,
Proclaimed - I AM POET !
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Children under trees,
Windy leaves wanting to fall,
Autumns' joy swirling.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Children under trees,
Windy leaves wanting to fall,
Autumns' joy swirling.
Happy Thanksgiving !
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Children under trees,
Windy leaves wanting to fall,
Autumns' joy swirling.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
She was guiding steps  .  .  .
My brave face trussed our way,
  .  .  .  One hand behind her.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
Garden floor partners,
Windy colours silently dance,
  .  .  .  Butterflies and birds.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Happy to feel rain—
Showers of lilting light breaks,
  .  .  .  Cloud burst beams inside.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Before even sun  .  .  .
Gleam opens to paint each day,
  .  .  .  Beauty in birdsong.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Feathers fluttering  .  .  .
Shine from heavens after rain,
  .  .  .  Shy dove in birdbath.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Lonely lark in morn  .  .  .
I wake with sighs to the day,
  .  .  .  Sound of my lost dreams.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Tired workers bet—
Green cash on the barrelhead,
Gold pitchers of swill.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Those who have no sense,
Bumpkins without experience,
  .  .  .  Spectacular egos.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Rogue, unmovable,
Dark force objects of maiden,
  .  .  .  Irresistible.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Rogue, unmovable,
Dark force objects of maiden,
  .  .  .  Irresistible.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Raven knows a charm,
A child's costume jewelry,
  .  .  .  Colours a black eye.
Loki, from Scandivavian myth, a mischievous and sometimes evil God.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Hardness, harsh breathing,
Sun silent— night in morning,
Cold, dry, empty bed.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Hardness, harsh breathing,
Sun silent— night in morning,
Cold, dry, empty bed.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
Hardness, harsh breathing,
Sun silent— night in morning,
Cold, dry, empty bed.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
With cruelty he loved.
Now, life is measured in rains
Never baptismal.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
With cruelty he loved.
Now, life is measured in rains
Never baptismal.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Voice of loon shivers  .  .  .
Blows for me on restless lake,
  .  .  .  Cold winds in twilight.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
Spotted light on lake,
Plaintive cry of single loon,
Full moon in his voice.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
One scarf next to coat,
Winter, clings, though never worn,
Springtime scent of her.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Our eyes, sea strands,
Only footprints to be made,
All past washed away.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Our eyes, sea strands,
Only footprints to be made,
All past washed away.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Sun snuffed in cloud days,
Sloe black crows perishing grey,
  .  .  .  Dirge plays in silence.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
If ever a sod  .  .  .
Was a successful loser,
  .  .  .  Just read ones blog.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Across lake she left,
Valley cries— silent leaves fall,
Birds with foreign voice.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
Before I reach her,
Pigeons scatter in the park,
  .  .  .  Bench is empty now.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Moonlit waters creep—
Bare feet, hands held, old crescents,
Lake shores, loneliness.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Eyes always enclosed,
Lost in forests of her hair,
  .  .  .  Breezes in bamboo.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Years separating us,
Stones overturning never,
Crossing bridge of sighs.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Moonlit waters creep—
Bare feet, hands held, old crescents,
Lake shores, loneliness.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Younglings spent all night,
Snuggled in leaves over trees,
Moony mourning doves.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Window in the trees,
Breeze of May fondles the leaves,
She brushes her hair.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
As olive or grape  .  .  .
So shed, paired souls are threshed,
  .  .  .  Out of their bodies.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
O to be burning—
Completely, live at the stake,
  .  .  .  What a way to go.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Aerial creatures—
Making love in a shower,
Palms and lips soaring.
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