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Donall Dempsey Jul 2021
A BOY MADE OF LEAVES
( for Paul Kearney )

The Curragh!
5,000 acres of fun

where a boy
could roam

through all the realms
of a 1960's childhood.

Our house is gone now
only two pillars still stand

leading into an empty
nothingness.

I shoo a sheep
out of the bedroom

once ours
our voices carved in the air.

Here a sheep pees furiously
in what had been the bathroom.

The house has become
a ghost

haunting itself..

I still the little boy
hiding in the Marian Shrine

invisible to one
and all

under an ocean
of leaves

startling the passerbys
with a quick "Booo!"

Or a "Poo to you!"

The ****** Mary blushes
upon her pedestal

frowning upon
our antics.

Our shame
telling it in confession.

The wind scatters
my childhood.

I walk into the mist
erasing me bit by

...bit.

*

Chatting to Paul Kearney on facebook and tripping down memory lane...he remembering me from a time I couldn't even remember myself! The Marian Shrine beside the church somehow came up and we both had memories of playing amongst a myriad of leaves.

I used to hide under them...so many...so many and call out things to make a statue of the ****** say: "Oh sweet Jaysus!"It was great fun to see people startled out of themselves trying to figure out where on earth( not even thinking of an invisible boy drowning under lots of leaves)the voice was coming from.

My Godmother Breda Ryan passed by and was given the treatment only to say: "Those leaves have the voice of a boy I know...how strange! I hope those leaves go to confession!"

So it was I was given 10 Holy Marys and three How's yer Fathers and advised not to startle the good folk of the Curragh with my leafy voice. Oh I was a bad leaf when I was small. But I have since turned over a new leaf.  I never did it again or since...though now I am sorely tempted!
Donall Dempsey Jul 2022
A BOY MADE OF LEAVES
( for Paul Kearney )

The Curragh!
5,000 acres of fun

where a boy
could roam

through all the realms
of a 1960's childhood.

Our house is gone now
only two pillars still stand

leading into an empty
nothingness.

I shoo a sheep
out of the bedroom

once ours
our voices carved in the air.

Here a sheep pees furiously
in what had been the bathroom.

The house has become
a ghost

haunting itself..

I still the little boy
hiding in the Marian Shrine

invisible to one
and all

under an ocean
of leaves

startling the passerbys
with a quick "Booo!"

Or a "Poo to you!"

The ****** Mary blushes
upon her pedestal

frowning upon
such antics.

My shame
telling it in confession.

The wind scatters
my childhood.

I walk into the mist
erasing me bit by

...bit.


*


Chatting to Paul Kearney on facebook and tripping down memory lane...he remembering me from a time I couldn't even remember myself! The Marian Shrine beside the church somehow came up and we both had memories of playing amongst a myriad of leaves.

I used to hide under them...so many...so many and call out things to make a statue of the ****** say: "Oh sweet Jaysus!"It was great fun to see people startled out of themselves trying to figure out where on earth( not even thinking of an invisible boy drowning under lots of leaves)the voice was coming from.

My Godmother Breda Ryan passed by and was given the treatment only to say: "Those leaves have the voice of a boy I know...how strange! I hope those leaves go to confession!"

So it was I was given 10 Holy Marys and three How's yer Fathers and advised not to startle the good folk of the Curragh with my leafy voice. Oh I was a bad leaf when I was small. But I have since turned over a new leaf.  I never did it again or since...though now I am sorely tempted!
Lauren Fehr May 2013
it's empty in the valley of your heart {the cave - mumford & sons}
breathing in snowflakes {the a team - ed sheeran}
standing in the dark {standing in the dark - lawson}
on the corner of first and amistad {you found me - the fray}
fading out the light softly saying {shuffle - bombay bicycle club}
life's too short to even care at all {cough syrup - young the giant}
i miss our little talks {little talks - of monsters and men}
now i'm driving round on the boulevard {swim good - frank ocean}
chasing after gold mines crossing the fire lines {between the raindrops - lifehouse}
trying to erase the memory of your face {warzone - the wanted}
but on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again {begin again - taylor swift}
there's nowhere we can hide {demons - imagine dragons}
i'll build you shelter out of the rain {shelter - hedley}
and i will try to fix you {fix you - coldplay}
as long as you love me {as long as you love me - justin bieber}
even if you said i was wrong {perfect - hedley}
one minute i held the key next the walls were closed on me {viva la vida - coldplay}
london calls me a stranger {the city - ed sheeran}
but my shadow days are over {shadow days - john mayer}
nothing's fine i'm torn {torn - natalie imbruglia}
you're no good for me but i want you {diet mountain dew - lana del rey}
you make me feel like i'm intoxicated {intoxicated - the cab}
off last night's whiskey and coke {cold coffee - ed sheeeran}
is there something to believe in {makes me wonder - maroon 5}
i'm lost in the heat of it all {lost - frank ocean}
say what you need to say {say - john mayer}
i'm just waiting for the moment to arrive {gold rush - edd sheeran}
like ships in the night passing me by {ships in the night - mat kearney}
mirror on the wall here we are again {mirror - lil wayne}
but i'm not afraid {not afraid - eminem}
in your eyes i have seen all the feeling and the rain {venice - the lighthouse and the whaler}
you ran away in your sleep {paradise - coldplay}
but i won't give up on us {i won't give up - jason mraz}
like the colors in autumn so bright {red - taylor swift}
i loved you first {loved you first - one direction}
the lingering question kept me up {enchanted - taylor swift}
will your mouth read this truth {little bird - ed sheeran}
i've been loving you for quite some time {stay stay stay - taylor swift}
there's things you need to hear {the heart of life - john mayer}
you don't know how lovely you are {the scientist - coldplay}
i'm in love with you and all your little things {little things - one direction}
i belong with you  {** hey - the lumineers}
you belong with me {you belong with me - taylor swift}
i'm lucky i'm in love with my best friend {lucky - jason mraz feat. colbie caillat}
i wrote this yesterday
it's a plethora of lyrics from songs off my ipod
Donall Dempsey Oct 2017
A BOY MADE OF LEAVES
( for Paul Kearney )

The Curragh
5,000 acres of fun

where a boy
could roam

through all the realms
of a 1960's childhood.

Our house is gone now
only two pillars still stand

leading into an empty
nothingness.

I shoo a sheep
out of the bedroom

once ours
our voices carved in the air.

Here a sheep pees furiously
in what had been the bathroom.

The house has become
a ghost

haunting itself..

I still the little boy
hiding in the Marian Shrine

invisible to one
and all

under an ocean
of leaves

startling the passerbys
with a quick "Booo!"

Or a "Poo to you!"

The ****** Mary blushes
upon her pedestal

frowning upon
our antics.

Our shame
telling it in confession.

The wind scatters
my childhood.

I walk into the mist
erasing me bit by

...bit.
Chatting to Paul Kearney  on facebook and tripping down memory lane...he remembering me from a time I couldn't even remember myself! The Marian Shrine beside the church somehow came up and we both had memories of playing amongst a myriad of leaves. I used to hide under them...so many...so many and call out things to make a statue of the ****** say: "Oh sweet Jaysus!"It was great fun to see people startled out of themselves trying to figure out where on earth( not even thinking of an invisible boy drowning under lots of leaves)the voice was coming from. My Godmother Breda Ryan passed by and was given the treatment only to say: "Those leaves have the voice of a boy I know...how strange! I hope those leaves go to confession!" So it was I was given 10 Holy Marys  and advised not to startle the good folk of the Curragh with my leafy voice. I never did it again or since...though now I am sorely tempted!
Donall Dempsey Jul 2024
A BOY MADE OF LEAVES
( for Paul Kearney )

The Curragh!
5,000 acres of fun

where a boy
could roam

through all the realms
of a 1960's childhood.

Our house is gone now
only two pillars still stand

leading into an empty
nothingness.

I shoo a sheep
out of the bedroom

once ours
our voices carved in the air.

Here a sheep pees furiously
in what had been the bathroom.

The house has become
a ghost

haunting itself..

I still the little boy
hiding in the Marian Shrine

invisible to one
and all

under an ocean
of leaves

startling the passerbys
with a quick "Booo!"

Or a "Poo to you!"

The ****** Mary blushes
upon her pedestal

frowning upon
our antics.

Our shame
telling it in confession.

The wind scatters
my childhood.

I walk into the mist
erasing me bit by

...bit.

*

Chatting to Paul Kearney on facebook and tripping down memory lane...he remembering me from a time I couldn't even remember myself! The Marian Shrine beside the church somehow came up and we both had memories of playing amongst a myriad of leaves.

I used to hide under them...so many...so many and call out things to make a statue of the ****** say: "Oh sweet Jaysus!"It was great fun to see people startled out of themselves trying to figure out where on earth( not even thinking of an invisible boy drowning under lots of leaves)the voice was coming from.

My Godmother Breda Ryan passed by and was given the treatment only to say: "Those leaves have the voice of a boy I know...how strange! I hope those leaves go to confession!"

So it was I was given 10 Holy Marys and three How's yer Fathers and advised not to startle the good folk of the Curragh with my leafy voice. Oh I was a bad leaf when I was small. But I have since turned over a new leaf.  I never did it again or since...though now I am sorely tempted!
Donall Dempsey Oct 2018
A BOY MADE OF LEAVES
( for Paul Kearney )

The Curragh!
5,000 acres of fun

where a boy
could roam

through all the realms
of a 1960's childhood.

Our house is gone now
only two pillars still stand

leading into an empty
nothingness.

I shoo a sheep
out of the bedroom

once ours
our voices carved in the air.

Here a sheep pees furiously
in what had been the bathroom.

The house has become
a ghost

haunting itself..

I still the little boy
hiding in the Marian Shrine

invisible to one
and all

under an ocean
of leaves

startling the passerbys
with a quick "Booo!"

Or a "Poo to you!"

The ****** Mary blushes
upon her pedestal

frowning upon
our antics.

Our shame
telling it in confession.

The wind scatters
my childhood.

I walk into the mist
erasing me bit by

...bit.
***

Chatting to Paul Kearney on facebook and tripping down memory lane...he remembering me from a time I couldn't even remember myself! The Marian Shrine beside the church somehow came up and we both had memories of playing amongst a myriad of leaves. I used to hide under them...so many...so many and call out things to make a statue of the ****** say: "Oh sweet Jaysus!"It was great fun to see people startled out of themselves trying to figure out where on earth( not even thinking of an invisible boy drowning under lots of leaves)the voice was coming from.

My Godmother Breda Ryan passed by and was given the treatment only to say: "Those leaves have the voice of a boy I know...how strange! I hope those leaves go to confession!"

So it was I was given 10 Holy Marys and three How's yer Fathers and advised not to startle the good folk of the Curragh with my leafy voice.Oh I was a bad leaf when I was small. But I have since turned over a new leaf.  I never did it again or since...though now I am sorely tempted!
DJKearney Oct 2016
When I was but a small boy
I heard the tale of Hercules (or Heracles and whatever else he is called by historians)
But his name was, by no stretch of the imagination, what stood out in his story.
Rather it was his mighty deeds – his labours overcome.
His trials which bound him and
The actions he took to vault the obstacles.

He reminded me often of Samson
Wearing a lion’s pelt as he wandered the earth.
He reminded me of God himself
Holding up the earth on his divine shoulders.

Now only one trial does stand out.
The heads of Hydra.
A bold serpent of many heads, was Hydra.
He did make a mockery of nature and of God.
For each head that was killed, cut off,
Two rose to avenge it
All tainted with each a pestilent maw only Beelzebub could devise.

A problem that seems solved is only taking time
To double its mass;
To treble its fortification;
To quintuple its chance of eating alive its victim,
Who by fighting only makes it multiply again.
It would seem better to defend oneself and
Wait for the beast to tire or
If it would not
To find some means of escape.
Only a brave man could stand and fight until he had somehow won,
Not knowing how such a victory would come about.

Hercules, I recall, did defeat Hydra,
Though I know not how.
I wish I did know.
How valuable such knowledge is.


*By Dominic J. Kearney
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2017
Note to Self (and Grace)
____

the simplest bottom line that tops off,
a writ that begins and ends
with its title of
perfect clarity.  

in my brief unremarkable existential passage
the enemy within needs our greatest concentration,
the floods, the pretty ravages, that come unannounced,
from outside creeping in
time-slow and life-sudden,
can't do much about

but the friendly enemies residing in the places hiding
where we have'em close kept, so handy for an instant
royal summons,
thems the apples poisoned we got to worry about,
the ones we grew from a tree planted from seeds in a package that came with a friendly note from the
Surgeon General saying,
"burn the contents of this container,
you'll never finish paying if you let them get planted,"


and yes,
it is 1:54am wide awake and still dying slow
a bit daily,
laughing that I entered myself in a race crazy,
where I am a
a guaranteed loser

so we end where we were born,
let it go.
survive, the (dis)order of the day
and it is
2:10am on just another Thursday,
that will end in the accord
of its own discord

<£>

2:14am

"just one phone call from our knees."
Matt Kearney
aj heatherly Nov 2012
This boy's got a heavy weight;
Dangling 'round his neck,
Hanging 'pon his chest

Don't know where to go
                    what to wear
                    who he'll meet

Well maybe,
it's his time to wait on mystery.



One evening far from now
Forget 'bout father
Learn what true love is

Don't know how to touch
                    what to say
                    who to be

Well maybe,
it's time to leave independence bay.



A guitar once said, "you can't start a fire,
you can't start a fire
[not] without a spark"

Don't know how to live
                    how to love
                    or give faith

Well maybe,
time has come to give that heart away.




*This was inspired in part by thoughts from the day and in part to listening to my all time favorite cover, Mat Kearney's rendition of Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing in the Dark." Enjoy
The lyrics in quotations are NOT original and are the property of Mr. Springsteen's estate.
All other material, ©Anthony Heatherly , 2012
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Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
Her sister and her words, the death of Caroline
or her younger brother. At the end of the meeting,
Charlene Lilly granted a license to meet her
at Queen's College, Addis Ababa, on April 30, 1977,
at the age of 17. His 12-year-old partner, Hildegard
Antimim welcomed the 12-year-old girl who had died
in a social network where she was pregnant.
March 77, Pavia, Louisiana, June 1986 There were
two towns in the capital, Adolf ****** in June 1974.
After the child's death, he / she will return to French.
In 1978, she was born in St. Louis, Spain, and took
her husband and her husband. The son of Lenin, Anna
and Luis Rodrigues, Pevin Atsinin and the tomb
in Italy were replaced by President Adrian's Gypsies,
about four children traveling around 780/78. This helps
to build communication between Carolina and APS.
This is because you have the time of external exits.
By the end of the term, Deer died in April 783.
Buried in San Fablo. Arnold, Massachusetts,
Westminster Street, May 1. Daily Prayers
and Ideas Based on the Spirit of the Clothes.
German Foundation of The German women
and their son Harshita, who believe Steven's
womb, have already changed the designer
and his wife, Emma Gregola Carlouting.
This is especially important for the younger
brother and his brother Katreman, the German
for Owen. Aladdair used her queen to find more money.
He still knows that he is the only marriage partner
or shareholder. The king's responsibility
                         is also a supreme court
                         or court of law. However,
                         he was very close to my wife.
                         She is living in 752 Westminsterland
                         with her husband's financial
                         and political support. William Murray,
Romans and Saint Michael, Victor 773/774
after the victory of Italian National President
Spitzer won the president. The Board of Directors
paid a small sum of money for banquets
for convents and events. Cuban
and her son, Luis, were eventually arrested
in Central Europe during the Middle Ages.
They start with singing many of the miracles -
Chapel Zell, Hildregard, Kipel, Const.
The emperor was present at Saul Guanti
in Kagnew, confirming the necessity. They
left them in the seventh century for military
service. The city's necessity stays strong.
Hildegard is the base of the church through
the neighborhood of Lauren Square. In 1862,
before traveling to Flowers Way, he traveled
to Holglass Hall in Lowell-Hillygandan,
Illinois. It is still 1874. Her sister
and her promise, the death of Carolellan
or the fact that she is part of her younger
brother. On the turn, Charlene Lay met Lady
Borg, Queen Desiderata Alde Chapelle,
granted her permission to meet her
on April 30, 771, at the age of 17 and then
unlike the Roman rule. It was very well
received by the 12-year-old girl who died
in social relationships with 12 years of marriage,
Hildegard ACT-Yim, where she was pregnant.
In March 77, Pavia, Lowveron, in June 774,
the capital of Adolf ****** was two cities.

When the child dies he returns to the French language.
In 778, Zellik was born with twins Lewis and Lothair,
like Aquino and her husband. The son of Carlomagno
and Luis and Karolomanos, Papin Aquatine and Caballero
in Italy, were replaced by the Roma in Pope Hadrian,
with four children traveling around 780/781. This will
help build relationships between Carolina and APS.
This is because you have little time in your external
opposition. When Decker concluded, Solomon  died
in April 783. He was buried in San Pablo. Arnold,
Massachusetts, on Westminster Street 1 in May.
Daily prayers and thoughts of God are based on the spirit of dress.
The German foundation is the son of German women
who believe in the womb of Constance-Duke
and their daughter Herresintha has changed the designer
and his wife Emma Guerrilla Crede Udaliching. Heidelgard,
Charlemagne's father, this room is very important
for the younger brother and brother Karlman,
German Government Eugenie, to work for it.
Eldegard used her job as queen to earn more money.
So far he knows that after marriage, only the head
of the marriage office or stock exchange. He also
believes that the king's duty is the Supreme Court
of the Court or the Court of Justice. That said, I was
close to my husband's decision. With the financial
and political support of her husband, she lives at 752
in Westminsterland. William Marie, Saints, Roman
Guardian Martyrs 773/774 Only the president
of the state space spectrum after the victory of Italy
took him out of Kearney. From Zenón to the director
of the pioneer. A little money sent to the monastery
of the sparrows and then to the Knights. Later, Cuban
and his son Louis were buried in Derpoke in the Middle
Ages. Apply songs and offer many miracles: Chapel
Zell, Hildegard, Capeel, Const. He affirmed that the emperor
was in San Agustí with respect to Olga and that it is important.
They had left him and left for the seventh century to another
Fürstblatt in the Armed Forces. The importance of the city
remains strong. The square zero of Hildegard is the base
of the Church in the front of the square of the embassy
of Laurent. In 1862 he arrived at Landhaus, which was closed
in 1950 at Hildegard Square, in Black-Heildegardsbrunnen,
before seeing Franz Weiss. There is still 1874.

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