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Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Cloud, moving waters,
Ripples, soft white leaf on lake—
Shape of neck spells name.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Cloud, moving waters,
Ripples, soft white leaf on lake—
Shape of neck spells name.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Child picking flowers—
She loves me, she loves me not,
  .  .  .  Wind graffiti.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Child picking flowers—
She loves me, she loves me not,
  .  .  .  Wind graffiti.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Child picking flowers—
She loves me, she loves me not,
  .  .  .  Wind graffiti.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Pictures everywhere,
Sweeping into our still house,
  .  .  .  Only after dust.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Sweetest little kiss—
Touched water before we bathe,
  .  .  .  Faucet left running.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
Sweetest little kiss—
Touched water before we bathe,
  .  .  .  Faucet left running.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Grackles on dark lawn—
Black starlings whirl yellow eyes,
  .  .  .  Mirrors the night sky.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Three evergreen trees,
Left of snow spotted mountains,
Paint perfect picture.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Three evergreen trees,
Left of snow spotted mountains,
Paint perfect picture.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
Soft breaths, her long hair,
Sweetest unrest under sheets,
  .  .  .  Moist wind that itches.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Zenith of winter—
Lone raven in naked tree,
  .  .  .  Spring only legend.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
The book of changes—
Universe of knowledge in leaves,
Four seasons, one tree.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
The book of changes—
Universe of knowledge in leaves,
Four seasons, one tree.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
The book of changes—
Universe of knowledge in leaves,
Four seasons, one tree.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
After our row  .  .  .
I bought flowers and waited,
  .  .  .  Now they are brittle.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Asleep with my love,
I wake, she is in dream— still,
Conversation runs.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Asleep with my love,
I wake, she is in dream— still,
Conversation runs.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Asleep with my love,
I wake, she is in dream— still,
Conversation runs.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Asleep with my love,
I wake, she is in dream— still,
Conversation runs.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Eyes of innocence,
Drops of water, windy hair—
Body built for sin.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Autumn leaves falling,
Trees burn stories of the sun—
Pages from heaven.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Autumn leaves falling,
Trees burn stories of the sun—
Pages from heaven.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Autumn leaves falling,
Trees burn stories of the sun—
Pages from heaven.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2013
Drama dropping down  .  .  .
Starlings squabble on the lawn,
Soon as here— they're gone.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
The mind awakens  .  .  .
Light of meditation shines,
  .  .  .  Sun on the water.
The third eye (also known as the inner eye) is a mystical and esoteric concept referring to a speculative invisible eye which provides perception beyond ordinary sight.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Dawn beads on flowers,
Mists of morn in sands gather,
  .  .  .  Lovers in desert.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Garden tapestry  .  .  .
Grows with time and wild daisy,
  .  .  .  Sun sprinkles on lawn.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Wannabe novelist,
Slumming it slathering rhymes,
Awful prose and verse.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Dull public speakers,
Everyone is prisoner  .  .  .
  .  .  .  Jailor loves yawning.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Lone piper in pub—
Guinness waiting to be poured,
Blarney and glad dirge.
Tír na nÓg Old Irish: Tír inna n-Óc "Land of the Young" is widely known as an Otherworlds in Irish mythology and in the story of Oisín. Oisín was one of the few mortals who lived in the land of Tír na nÓg and was said to have been brought there byNiamh of the Golden Hair (Niamh Chinn Óir). It was where the Tuatha Dé Danann settled when they left Ireland's surface, and was visited by some of Ireland's greatest heroes. Tír na nÓg is similar to other mythical Irish lands such as Mag Mell and Ablach.

Tír na nÓg was considered a place beyond the edges of the map, located on an island far to the west. It could be reached by either an arduous voyage or an invitation from one of its fairy residents. The isle was visited by various Irish heroes and monks in the echtrae(Adventure) and immram (Voyage) tales popular during the Middle Ages. Contrary to popular assumption, Tír na nÓg was not an afterlife for deceased heroes, but instead, a type of earthly paradise populated by supernatural beings, which a few sailors and adventurers were fortunate enough to happen upon during their journeys. This otherworld was a place where sickness and death did not exist. It was a place of eternal youth and beauty. Here, music, strength, life, and all pleasurable pursuits came together in a single place. Here happiness lasted forever; no one wanted for food or drink. It is roughly similar to the Greek Elysium, or the Valhalla of the Norse, though with notable, distinct and important differences.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Woodpecker reminds  .  .  .
Aches are long in last season,
  .  .  .  Knocking on old tree.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Pumpkin blares on porch,
Candied light of full moon screams,
Grinning teeth decayed.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
We bought matching rings,
Golden bands— circles of hell,
I am still bearing.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Bankrupt republican,
Lost his home— still votes proudly,
While bank takes it all.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Lovely breeze in sun,
Her hair long gracefully sweeps,
Faces close together.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Spring will soon appear,
Morning sun lighting snowfalls,
  .  .  . Burning winter tears.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2014
Daisies crowd my lawn,
Soon clover, bees, butterflies—
Now, garden meadow.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Daisies crowd my lawn,
Soon clover, bees, butterflies—
Now, garden meadow.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Mover and shaker,
Tombstone face waits to be writ,
  .  .  .  Even after death.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Gem face, ruby hair,
Stolen kisses— autumn trees,
Red and golden leaves.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Gem face, ruby hair,
Stolen kisses— autumn trees,
Red and golden leaves.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2012
Trees, windy hands wave,
Ready for long white journey—
So long summer sun.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Trees, windy hands wave,
Ready for long white journey—
So long summer sun.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Trees, windy hands wave,
Ready for long white journey—
So long summer sun.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Narcissist swooning  .  .  .
Loves it when others love *****,
  .  .  .  Hello hack poetry.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Cat buries her ****  .  .  .
Dog digs up the carcass bone,
  .  .  .  Crow steals it away.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Streams stealing away,
River clotted with salmon,
  .  .  .  Red handed otter.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Drops fall in fountain—
Rings say we will soon be wed,
Soft rain in her eyes.
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