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Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
O how sods proclaim  .  .  .
Where there should be so much shame,    
  .  .  .  Mediocrity.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
For all the posers—
Attention spans of a gnat,
  .  .  .  Simple syllables.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
Sun glares on dim pond,
While fragile narcissus withers,
  .  .  .  Rain falls like karma.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Two ****** loving each  .  .  .
In lieu of gnats and peacocks,
  .  .  .  Pathetic poetasters.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2013
Dark hands working fields,
Raven tracing mountain crests,
  .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
I once spied no star  .  .  .
Who painted himself a sun,
  .  .  .  Child making believe.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2014
Empty, simple clods,
Only take, never giving,
Look at ME they pray.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Sparkling veins, eyes cast,
Thunder bolts from darkling skies,
Night and day— blinded.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
She had words with me,
That night, her dress, eyes, moonlight,
Don't know what she said.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
She had words with me,
That night, her dress, eyes, moonlight,
Don't know what she said.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Mountain bleeds fire,
Falling to sea, dark gold streams—
Sun behind her hair.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Mountain bleeds fire,
Falling to sea, dark gold streams—
Sun behind her hair.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Fingers tightly wove,
All the world made love as we—
Gazed, eyes half open.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
Marriage on her mind  .  .  .
She waits out spring by meadow,
  .  .  .  Flowers yet to pick.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
Fingers tightly wove,
All the world made love as we—
Gazed, eyes half open.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Her cool earthy eyes  .  .  .
Reflecting my entire world,
  .  .  .  Without myself there.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Goddess in sun dress,
She blushes with the cloud burst,
Rain took off her clothes.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
She rose to greet me,
Flowing hair, sparkle eyes spoke,
Poem before words.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
She rose to greet me,
Flowing hair, sparkle eyes spoke,
Poem before words.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
She rose to greet me,
Flowing hair, sparkle eyes spoke,
Poem before words.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2013
Before even flight  .  .  .
Landed seagull chick strides, reads,
Waddles through bookshop.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Birds above windows,
Jostle and sing, building nests—
Cat behind the screen.
Seán Mac Falls May 2014
By my sea cottage  .  .  .
At sunrise mourning doves coo,
  .  .  .  Gentle waves breaking.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2013
Pale reeds of morning,
Flash— sparkle in the 'nine-tails,
One red-winged blackbird.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
Global warming spews,
Latest headlines say it all,
We are ******* doomed.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Lost in dream forest,
One cloud drifting in blue sky,
Still searching for her.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Loser, poser reeks  .  .  .
Psychopathic ego shines,
  .  .  .  Promoting himself.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
Sun covering ground,
Red leaves of autumn, blankets,
Ready for winter.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Looking glass of wine,
His lots— numberless countries,
  .  .  .  Ship in a bottle.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
November shades down,
Single colour trumping all—
  .  .  .  Bluebirds in grey sky.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2012
Fallen skies inside,
Blue, the colour of empty,
Mirror of blue eyes.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2013
Arbiter of sun—
The dogma of run on days,
White, seductress moon.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
Arbiter of sun—
The dogma of run on days,
White, seductress moon.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
Red maple— long, old,
November dreams, we disrobe,
Last leaves have fallen.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
Red maple— long, old,
November dreams, we disrobe,
Last leaves have fallen.
Seán Mac Falls May 2013
Years of eyes locking,
Her hair, fingers knotted with mine,
  .  .  .  Subtle tapestry.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2012
She left in springtime,
White globes of daisies explode—
What is left of me.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
She left in springtime,
White globes of daisies explode—
What is left of me.
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2013
She left in springtime,
White globes of daisies explode—
What is left of me.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
She left in springtime,
White globes of daisies explode—
What is left of me.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2013
Crows scribble the sky,
My heart falling like the sun,
  .  .  .  Night rains upon day.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
In the park we walk  .  .  .
Flocks of white birds taking flight,
  .  .  .  Two hearts light as air.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2012
Lovers rushing time,
We thirst— drink to fall of days,
Our glass half done.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
Light breezes of May  .  .  .
Small children playing in fields,
  .  .  .  Flowers dance in wind.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
In sorrows' garden,
Out of clear blue sky— omen,
Small floating feather.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
In sorrows' garden,
Out of clear blue sky— omen,
Small floating feather.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2014
In sorrows' garden,
Out of clear blue sky— omen,
Small floating feather.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
We walk through village  .  .  .
Hold hands as new lovers do,
  .  .  .  Doves coo in the eaves.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2013
Small shell of her back—
Slip of tongue rounds breaking mouth,
  .  .  .  Arms surrendering.
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