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Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Naked, cold mountain,
Sacred love, hollowed, has fled,
Apollos Temple.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Woke up one clear day,
I can speak English this way,
  .  .  .  I am a poet!
For the 'Pantheon' of HP posers . . .'
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Grey waves creeping in—
White ley, washed stones, twisted wood,
  .  .  .  Bones of whale and tree.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Vastness of oceans,
Taut wings winding to horizon,
Learned albatross.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Vastness of oceans,
Taut wings winding to horizon,
Learned albatross.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Trebled arms surround—
Drowned in seabeds by cuttlefish,
Threadbare were my bones.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Raven haired mermaid—
Moon body murmurs and sways,
Black waves roll white seas.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
What sour weeping,
Lone bird sings in valley rains,
Last day with my love.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Nuts falling as psalms,
From storied arms of Hazel tree,
  .  .  .  Blue jays turning leaves.
Samhain ( pronounced: sow-een ) is a Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the "darker half" of the year.

Samhain (like Beltane) was seen as a time when the "door" to the Otherworld opened enough for the souls of the dead, and other beings, to come into our world. Feasts were had, at which the souls of dead kin were beckoned to attend and a place set at the table for them. It has thus been likened to a festival of the dead. People also took steps to protect themselves from harmful spirits, which is thought to have led to the custom of guising. Divination was also done at Samhain.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Nuts falling as psalms,
From storied arms of Hazel tree,
  .  .  .  Blue jays turning leaves.
Known today as Halloween, Samhain ( pronounced: sow-een ) is a Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the "darker half" of the year.

Samhain (like Beltane) was seen as a time when the "door" to the Otherworld opened enough for the souls of the dead, and other beings, to come into our world. Feasts were had, at which the souls of dead kin were beckoned to attend and a place set at the table for them. It has thus been likened to a festival of the dead. People also took steps to protect themselves from harmful spirits, which is thought to have led to the custom of guising. Divination was also done at Samhain.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Thank you, thank you God,
Goddess in heaven for things,
  .  .  .  I won't ever know.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Others seem happy,
Youth— beauty caged alone,
Torment of mirrors.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Speak to God today,
Mad climate change deniers,
More storms are coming.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Fabulists with guns,
Military industrial complex,
Christian tyranny.
If only Christ had an AK 47 - some SOB would die!
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Her love was mighty,
Great ocean after desert—
Little hands open.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Her love was mighty,
Great ocean after desert—
Little hands open.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Her love was mighty,
Great ocean after desert—
Little hands open.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
Her love was mighty,
Great ocean after desert—
Little hands open.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
One percent Sun Kings,
Guillotine comeuppance fails,
  .  .  .  Too ******* subtle.
The Sun King of France ( ultimately beheaded ) enjoyed the doctrine of:

The divine right of kings, which was/is, is a political and religious doctrine of royal and political legitimacy. It asserts that a monarch is subject to no earthly authority, deriving the right to rule directly from the will of God. The king ( one percent rich ***** ) are thus not subject to the will of his people, the aristocracy, or any other estate of the realm, including (in the view of some, especially in Protestant countries) the Church. According to this doctrine, only God can judge an unjust king ( **** *** ). The doctrine implies that any attempt to depose the king or to restrict his powers runs contrary to the will of God and may constitute a sacrilegious act.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
To see with black eyes,
Little angels fall from sky,
Always on dark wings.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Jesuit Pope reigns  .  .  .
Blood red in ignorant cold,
  .  .  .  Cardinal in snows.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
So easy writing—
Poems about dull morons,
The world as it is.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Small HP playground,
So many Godawful writers,
  .  .  .  Recess is over.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Love baby in womb,
Send uneducated kids to war,
Curse dumb teens to tomb.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Circe by the seas,
Island woman, moon shores break,
Tides carry on— flame.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
We walk on the beach,
She turns, moist skin, happy tears,
Salty ocean breeze.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Woodpecker drifting,
Starry red-head loves old trees,
His wandering bark.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
My hands on her skin,
Like a child I remember,
Soft sands at the beach.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
My hands on her skin,
Like a child I remember,
Soft sands at the beach.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Oak wine of old age  .  .  .
Sun behind clotted morning,
  .  .  .  Drone of bask cello.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Elder apple tree—
Green arms laden with ripe fruit,
Some grey branches fall.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Sun grows with delight,
Moon milks oceans of flower—
Stars of garden show.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Christ was pure— Pagan,
And lamb shall return as lion,
Righteous torn to shreds.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
We kissed under moon  .  .  .
Pox of stars grew flowering,
  .  .  .  Nightshade of her lips.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
I never saw eyes,
Like hers, now we walk together,
Lake water sparkles.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
I never saw eyes,
Like hers, now we walk together,
Lake water sparkles.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
I never saw eyes,
Like hers, now we walk together,
Lake water sparkles.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Fresh days on beaches,
Sand writ words of betrothals,
Tides washed them away.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2014
Fresh days on beaches,
Sand writ words of betrothals,
Tides washed them away.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Fresh days on beaches,
Sand writ words of betrothals,
Tides washed them away.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
A poet is drowning—
We toast to all nine muses,
Lightning in bottle.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Climate change is con,
Says dumb tea party— snowmen,
In house on fire.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Without humility  .  .  .
Mobile devices flay all—                                                                                    
Blue screen blank as soul.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Adolescent angst—
Cutting oneself, plain,
On white screen, so lame.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
To my ears her gift  .  .  .
Sound of ocean in seashells,
  .  .  .  Whispered she loves me.
Selkies (also spelled silkies, selchies; Irish/Scottish Gaelic: selchidh, Scots: selkie fowk) are mythological creatures found in Scottish, Irish, and Faroese folklore.  Selkies are said to live as seals in the sea but shed their skin to become human on land. The legend is apparently most common in Orkney and Shetland and is very similar to those of swan maidens.

Female selkies are said to make excellent wives, but because their true home is the sea, they will often be seen gazing longingly at the ocean.  Sometimes, a selkie maiden is taken as a wife by a human man and she has several children by him.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Old ***** in diapers,
Hate Fed but love S. S. checks,
Go **** in the street.
S. S. = social security
Old ***** = brain dead, stupid, ignorant, red-necked, bigoted, intolerant, Tea Party, Libertarian, gun toting, morons.
P. S. ******* slimey evil republicans ( aka congress and the Supreme Court ) work for and are the government.  As are We, the people.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Sorrow in meadow  .  .  .
Her morning tears of lost love,                                                                          
  .  .  .  Cries of the corncrake.
Corncrakes are secretive wetland birds that have made cultural impressions in folklore, as a formerly common marshland bird with a loud nocturnal call that sometimes led to disturbed sleep for rural dwellers, the corncrake has acquired a variety of folk names and some commemoration in literature.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Young tryst in flower  .  .  .
Making love in sun and rain,                                                            ­        
  .  .  .  Flush petals open.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Sorrow breaks with sun,
Enough time with loss of love,                                                                            
  .  .  .  White dove in blue sky.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
When I look at her—
This girl is only my friend,                                                                    
But eyes betray me.
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