I met her on a mayday Walking by the canal Early summer bursting my senses Lock water hurrying to be still A bee surveying his patch A Swallow Home from Egypt A lark breaking its winter silence And she is worried about a broken gate.
Author: Timmy Conway
Timmy has an Accountancy practice in Naas with his two brothers Donie and Chris and two children Alistair and Deirdre. Timmy is also an extremely talented writer who has published six Poetry books, along with a Christmas CD and five novels. He lives with his wife Catherine and their five children all live close by.
THRUSH
Your singing stopped me In my tracks Spotted beauty all alone On a swaying branch Your notes combine To make a melody You sing for yourself Not even the wind disturbs Your perfect harmony The song of your father No cage could hold you But bars would silence you Your song penetrates yourself So complete… Continue reading THRUSH
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IT IS EASY TO LOSE THE HEAD IN POLITICS
It is easy to lose the head in politics Send the wrong message to the brain Take offence Be oppressive about the strangest things Little things Small things of no consequence Be angry when there is no need Getting even is a pastime Putting rebukes into the dark chamber Of the mind To last an… Continue reading IT IS EASY TO LOSE THE HEAD IN POLITICS
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I LISTEN TO A BLACKBIRD
I listen to a blackbird Singing its song Perfected After a million rehearsals Brought to flame on this February day A hawk standing in mid-air Casting its beady eye On our inheritance.
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IT IS EASY TO LOAE THE HEAD IN POLITICS
It is easy to lose the head in politics Send the wrong message to the brain Take offence Be oppressive about the strangest things Little things Small things of no consequence While in anger when there is no need Getting even is a pastime Putting rebukes into the dark chamber Of the mind To… Continue reading IT IS EASY TO LOAE THE HEAD IN POLITICS
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THE GRASS IS ALREADY ON THE MOVE
The grass is already on the move Snowdrops light the banks Daffodils have left the womb A soft breeze excites chestnut buds In the Harbour the river roars Striking a momentous melody A blackbird bends my ear at the dispensary And I remember the Nightingale
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WEDDING DAY
Poems for Kate  WEDDING DAY It rained that morning Your father protecting you With his umbrella                                                 Handing you to me With a smile and a blessing Telling me to take care of his princess The rain washed itself away The sun filled the flowers with smiles And I obeyed him
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A HERON
A Heron stands motionless on the bank Its head sunk on its shoulders Straining its neck Its eyes firmly on the shallow water Getting ready to pounce A new leaf is about to be written.
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Today is the third day after Bridget
Today is the third day after Bridget Snowdrops are everywhere Daffodils are a month early A summer fragrance invades my senses The elders are pushing A young bee half asleep Practices Buttercups are waiting their turn Everything is forward It must be a Global Warning A robin chants its Lenten message on a stump BEWARE… Continue reading Today is the third day after Bridget
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I WALK AMONG THE HEADSTONES
I walk among the headstones Church bell ringing A pigeon cooing A robin spreading incense A buttercup among the thistles growing And I know There is no one here but myself To hear my foot falling.
