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Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
All the leaves have gone,
Naked trees shivering in wind,
Snow blankets cover.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Ring-necked doves resting
Coo, build below higher nest—
Red hawks in the eggs.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Ring-necked doves resting
Coo, build below higher nest—
Red hawks in the eggs.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Ring-necked doves resting
Coo, build below higher nest—
Red hawks in the eggs.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
A soul is captured,
I have only memories,
The locks of her hair.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Dimples on her face,
Walking long miles without her,
Pebble in my shoe.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Dimples on her face,
Walking long miles without her,
Pebble in my shoe.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Dimples on her face,
Walking long miles without her,
Pebble in my shoe.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Dimples on her face,
Walking long miles without her,
Pebble in my shoe.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Dimples on her face,
Walking long miles without her,
Pebble in my shoe.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
From the skies they come,
Devout birds swirling in briars,
  .  .    Blackberry mandalas.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
From the skies they come,
Devout birds swirling in briars,
  .  .  .  Blackberry mandalas.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Even with troll hacks  .  .  .
Those who would sully heaven,                                    
  .  .  .  HP is beauty.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Following nectar,
Tiny Gods humming southward,
March of the faeries.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Old shoe economies,
Worn workers expendable,
No more repair shops.
Planned Obsolescence: Products, systems designed to fail.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Once we were children,
Leaves falling upon the lake,
  .  .  .  Winds loving water.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
HP's "best" writers  .  .  .
Banal sheep in wolves clothing,
  .  .  .  Only make lambs bleat.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Adolescent moods—
Rampant on hello poetry,
Gloom and doom spewers.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Red hair flames with eyes,
Beauty sighed— I cannot write,
Were petals pages.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Great tree, late autumn,
Open palms of beauty strewn,
One last leaf falling.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
O how HP reeks  .  .  .
In pit distorting beauty,
Small gnat is giant.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
I fill the bird bath,
Then splashes, wings, songbirds play,
Joy to fill again.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
I fill the bird bath,
Then splashes, wings, songbirds play,
Joy to fill again.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
I fill the bird bath,
Then splashes, wings, songbirds play,
  .  .  .  Joy to fill again.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
I fill the bird bath,
Then splashes, wings, songbirds play,
Joy to fill again.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
High School nerds once dreamed,                                                         ­ 
Take the most popular hacks,
  .  .  .  Throw them in a pit.
Glory days are over for the talentless.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Limp ***** deep writers  .  .  .
Hang themselves raw playing,
  .  .  .  Snooker with a rope.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Sloe black Guinness seeps,
Raven eye conjured in glass—
  .  .  .  Frothy and gorgeous!
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Goddess in heaven,
Take ***** conservatives,
Ring them in fires.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
In faith, sanctity   .  .  .
Dear Goddess, HP is full,
  .  .  .  Of drek and bull *****.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
She brought me poems,
Writ in language I don't know,
  .  .  .  Every word a gift.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Glowing, aqua eyes,
Tangle hair, supple bosoms,
Family jewels.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Earth sweats— man in heat,
Caught by third degree planet,
  .  .  .  Hot Venus flytrap.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
We cast our vows—
Fools, on the cliffs of Moher,
Rogue breeze touching us.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Butterflies clap wings,
Orange poppies splay in wind,
  .  .  .  Ovations to the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
At end of my show  .  .  .
Angel in the wings appeared,
  .  .  .  True love came to me.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Penultimate time—
Together we were love show,
Curtains made closer.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Mountain lake shimmers,
Wading birds dropped from the skies,
Dark wings in forest.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Palms of suction home,
Irresistible beauty—
Drinking deep surface.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Softness in the gorse—
We walked drenching in the sun,
  .  .  .  Lost in yellow fields.
In Gaelic, the colour yellow (buidhe) is often used as a positive emphasis symbolizing happiness, luck or beauty. A person who is “pretty, yellow” (brèagha, buidhe) is very pretty indeed, and the phrase “I am yellow” (tha mi buidhe) means that one is well, happy or satisfied.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Europeans, deep culture,
Americans, neophytes, ape—
Picking up the scraps.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Beauty is all earth,
History, Her-story naught,
  .  .  .  Else sheer vanity.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Bird watching, day dreams,
Catered meals, naps, massages,
Another day for cat.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Little ego ******  .  .  .
Would have hacks believe in dream,
  .  .  .  Write as bad as you.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Filling outside baths,
So many guests arriving,
Colourful autumn birds.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
When late springtime comes,
Fresh scent of cherry blossom,
  .  .  .  Memories of her.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Work so long, hungry—
One day beauty, fields harvest,
Golden bowl, your face.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
Under ancient oak  .  .  .
What sprung from simple acorn,
  .  .  .  Our love for each.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
What splendor was youth,
Endless fields— a vine of days,
Green grapes in the sun.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
To love she said no  .  .  .
Winter howls ringing so cold,
  .  .  .  Naked trees in wind.
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