Thursday, February 28, 2008

"ALL SOULS NIGHT"

T’was “All Souls Night in Limerick City long ago
When Franklin and myself, decided where we’d go
As Catholics, we would visit all the churches we could find
Say a prayer in all of them, for the souls we had in mind
As the evening passed to night, St. Mary’s our last Church
We said some extra prayers, leaving no one in the lurch

We walked on out to Corbally, from there we’d turn back home
Knowing we had done our bit, for the souls that were forlorn
Beyond ‘Dago O’Driscolls, so well famous for the jar
We stopped at Corbally Bridge, happy we had walked this far
The road back to town, was well lit at for all to see
But halfway over the bridge all lights ceased to be

Just then we heard a baby’s cry, from under the bridge it felt
We both jumped down the steps to offer the baby our help
The crying stopped, we looked around and silence met our ears
So back we climbed to the bridge, in each of us a little fear
I looked across the span, saw a man walking in alone
Franklin saw him too, just then the baby’s moan

We hit the steps again, running faster this time
The moaning stopped, so did we, then began our second climb
A look across the bridge, the man had left no trace
He didn’t pass; he didn’t go back, just disappeared in space
The moaning came and away we ran, all aglow with fright
With a memory, we have rarely told about our “All Souls Night

Michael Christopher Daly
Sept 10th, 2005






Friday, February 22, 2008

"A Limerick 2"

There once was a man from the Nile
Who wore nothing else but a smile
He was caught in the buff
By a cop with a cuff
Now, he is gone away for a while

"A Limerick"

There was a young man from Clonmel
Who made love with every Belle
Till a voice from a cloud
spoke out quite loud
With directions to a place called "HELL''

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Did You Do It?

Did it ever happen to you

Strolling streets where you were born

Strangers getting your attention

By blowing on their horn

Asking for directions

Of a street you did not know

So you gave instructions

On which way that they should go

They thanked you for your help

And drove away content

Because the Village idiot

Couldn’t stand embarrassment

You could have said “I’m sorry,

I don’t recognize that street ”

But you had to look intelligent

And hide your indiscreet

Many years has past since then

Yet it has always crossed my mind

How could I have done such a thing

It was Oh so very unkind

To put them on a merry go round

And act just like a fool

It might be just the reason why

Later on, I returned to school

m.c.d6,2006

Friday, February 15, 2008

"Beliefs"

How do we get the fighting to stop
with the threat of death all around
There must be a way or someone out there
with a plan that is basically sound

Is religion the answer? or is it the cause
For the hate that prevents the cure
For each to his own, in what he believes
As he is sure it's the only one pure

But is seems to be true, that we fight for beliefs
And not for the home or the sod
Only one man is free from all of this grief
As he says "I'm An Atheist"....."Thank God"

Michael Christopher Daly
1993

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

"Vampire"

The traveler arrived in the dark of night
With no sound to his feet and the sun out of sight
Impeccably clad, in tails and bow tie
Not making acquaintances, he appeared quite shy

He asked for a room with a deep baritone voice
Close to the cellar was his first choice
His baggage would follow, sometime in the morn
The register didn't show, where he was born

He turned down an offer to have some food
Said he would drink later, when he'd be in the mood
With a swish of his cape he bid them godnight
And he left through the door, a swaggering sight

The following morn, the town was in grief
When a young lady's body, was found by a thief
No blood anywhere,not even a speck
But two little holes in the back of her neck

Later that day, when the sun had gone down
Very little people could be seen in the town
The traveler came up, from the cellar below
No longer pale faced, he was all aglow

He said very little as he ordered red wine
Just a business meeting around about nine
He took long strides as he walked out of sight
Knowing it was here, that he had his first bite

Michael Christopher Daly
2005



Monday, February 11, 2008

The Golfer

"Four" he shouts, like he knows what he's doing
He shapes up again, to show he's not fooling
he has their attention, which he intends to keep
After all, he's a golfer, awake, not asleep

The green lies ahead, he has picked his spot
Sure there;s nothing to it, at least not a lot
He has watched the tele, seen how it's done
No need to worry, head covered from the sun

Slow backswing, follow through, turning into it as well
He took some lessons, it will turn out swell
Let them watch his form, a golfer, that's true
He has got it all and he knows it too

With the swish of his club, showing all his gall
But he lifted his head and missed the ball
The language he sputtered, would alarm the Constabulary
Yet he learned from this.....with an increased Vocabulary

Michael Christopher Daly
2005

Sunday, February 10, 2008

The Political Circus

I am so tired of Politicians and Politics
Journalists and talking heads
Speech writers and Advisors
Hardly sleeping in their beds
The Unions forcing their members
To vote for the Unions choice
And if they don’t, they might loose their jobs
So, that’s not very nice

The bickering of all the candidates
Digging for dirt on one another
It’s hard to tell as they spit it out
If they even had love for their mother
I’m tired of listening to their buzz words
“I’m for Change and I’m for Hope”
Don’t ask them what they mean by that
If you accept it, you’re the dope

Some changes that I would like to see
So that we can elect the best
Is to cut the number of candidates
And they must pass a test
They must have a solid background
In Government and Global Affairs
And show a voting record
Of an individual who really cares

There should be a spending limit
Each candidate’s limit the same
Let’s stop this buying the position
Let’s stop this wasteful game
We need the best candidate we can get
It shouldn’t take two years of poles
To bring one individual from each party
To lay before us, their Parties goals

What we don’t need in the White House now
Is someone who will be a Resident
What we do need in the Whitehouse now
Is a man who will be “OUR PRESIDENT”?


Michael Christopher Daly: Jan.24, 2008



Saturday, February 09, 2008

When It's Time

The fishing line's been cast
A friend hooked and pulled up fast
A dear departed soul has met demise
We are left, to pray to the skies
Science wants us to think, we can live forever
Advertizing, cures by their drugs is clever
We ,take the bait they throw us for pain
Pills side affects, adds to their monetary gain
Pharmaceuticals make money on the sale of pills
Cures offer little, it lessens their tills
The doctor we need is watching over all
You can bet he will answer, if we will only call
Our time on earth, is in his hands
Science, Pharmaceuticals, don't play in his band
Drugs won't work when the line's been cast
So prepare yourself, don't worry, you'll be pulled up fast.
Michael Christopher Daly
11/16/2005

Thursday, February 07, 2008

"HELLO AMERICA"

When I stepped off The Ivernia, in Feb.1956
New York displayed the flavor of, its international mix
The liner had docked a little late, at Pier Fifty Two
And I stood and stared, as all emigrants do

People standing by baggage, were all over the place
Trying to recognize or be recognized, by a familiar face
With my Irish Tweed Overcoat and x-rays under my arm
I began to realize, I had little to offer with my Irish Charm

A few moments before, coming up the Hudson River
The Magestic Statue Of Liberty made my body quiver
The Skyscrapers I saw in the movies, were looking down on me
And I realized some more, as to how small I could really be

Then I saw who I was looking for, things began to ease
Arms stretched around each other, enjoying and Irish Squeeze
Nora, had a tear in her eye and I must say, so did I
Two long years had past, when we said “Goodbye”

People still running both on and off the boat
There was I with my love and my Irish Tweed Overcoat
The day was ending fast, as our cab sped up the Highway
I was twisting my neck, wanting to see each and every byway

I looked at Nora’s eyes, as she looked back at mine
We didn’t have to say a word, our eyes were doing fine
My window faced the river, lying as quiet as any lake
Reflecting brilliant lights of a bridge, I thought was fake

Suddenly, that bridge was in view and it took my breath away
I told myself, I could make it here, on this, my very first day
This is just my memory, embedded forever, in my mind
I love you New York City, for being so helpful and so kind


Michael Christopher Daly
October 8th, 2007



"Old Lovers

Young lovers that walk hand in hand
reminds me of the time
When I was in that magic land
and when true love was mine
The night and stars were all a part
of everything I knew
My bosom swelled with a lovers heart
that grew and grew and grew
But a Seniors love is just as great
and stronger I might say
Because the time that's left to them
is more precious every day
A love that's lasted all these years
deserves to be in rhyme
Just like the forests tallest tree
It withstands the test of time.
Michael Christopher Daly
Feb., 2002

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

'THE BLISTER SISTERS"

I passed it this morning, on the wall was a sign
The name had changed, to School of Arts and Design
I stood there looking in, now that was a change
I stared through the gates as this was quite strange
In the poem "The Long Can", I had wrote about this place
Where the nuns took in laundry and young girls in disgrace
They had done that forever, even before I was born
They worked round the clock, through night and morn
The young girls suffered, at the hand of the sisters
Who had no trouble at all dishing out blisters
Now, why the change what brought this about
Could it be some of the girls, escaped, got out?
Yes, this is true and the stories been told
By four young girls, who were strong and bold
The Magdalene Sisters, ran Good Shepherd Convent
With the cheapest of labor in any Continent
Getting pregnant out of wedlock, was a major embarrassment
As the Church and Parents, forced them in harassment
The girls were young and for their sins had to pay
The children that were born there, were just given away
The Magdalene's were well known throughout Europe
With operations the same and the girls with no hope
Well time changes everything, like day into night
Now the Convents Laundries, are no longeer in sight
Who's to blame, for what took place
Was it he, who created the Human Race?
"Gods" not to blame, he gave humans a mind
With the ability to reason, be fair and be kind
The lesson here, is to learn how to live
As for the sins commited, learn to forgive
Michael Christopher Daly
Oct. 9, 2005

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Think About It

I awoke with a start and looked all around
I found nothing stirring, to go with the sound
I looked through my window, ugly with bars
I look toward the sky, without any stars

Sleep had left me, through the darkness I stared
Left my mind wonder, as much as I dared
I remember sthe times when there was no fear
No need for protection, when someone came near

I remember , but vaguely a prayer in the school
Was his name God? or am I just a fool
There was also a flag and a pledge of support
That also disappeared, with the help of the court

There's that sound again, it seems outside
"AH" it's good I know , to be inside
His voice I can hear"Let in, please help me"
" I've been stabbed in the back, Someone ,please help me"

You're a fool ,my man you cry on deaf ears
No one helps anyone, for years and years
Now , it's quiet outside, he must be dead
To go outside at night, he was crazy in the head

Who does one turn to,at a time like now
When to exist is a problem, of just plain how
There must be someone, far or near to this sod
"AH Yes, now I remember
IT'S GOD," ..... "GOD" ....."GOD"

Michael Christopher Daly

Aug. 1955

Think About It


Monday, February 04, 2008

The Golden Years

All through life, certain things remain
Death and paying taxes, play together in this game
Our youth is spent so fearlessly, we live without a care
Enjoyment is the nectar sought, to answer any dare

The early years pass so fast, we never stop to think
Of all things we need to know because we're in the pink
We work and save for the future, to retire in the Golden Years
Then to have fun and frolic, in the sun amid our peers

We have gained all the knowledge, all we can about life
Saved enough to cover ourselves, from any upcoming strife
Yes we have covered ourselves the best way that we could
But did we really cover ourselves, as fully as we should

To know for sure about the Golden Years, You need to talk with "God"
If you do so he will answer you and then give you the nod
You'll awake anew in the promised land and he will wipe away your tears
It is there, you see, you will understand, when and what are "THE GOLDEN YEARS"

Michael Christopher Daly
Dec. 26, 2005

Sunday, February 03, 2008



"TWO LOVES"

I have two loves within this life
of both, it's hard to choose
One is young and beautiful
and her I'd hate to loose
The other is meek, gentle and kind
her love for me is deep
No matter what might happen
her love I will surely keep
As day and night shall come and pass
I will love them in this life
For as you see, one is my daughter
the other is my wife
Michael Christopher Daly
1957
1957


Saturday, February 02, 2008

"Silence"

How very, very wise of you
to never say a word
You seem to be above everything
Somewhat, like a soaring bird

You listen quite attentively
and now and again nod your head
You appear to be thinking over
Whatever has been said

Then you rise and walk away
Leaving us standing there
In awe of the way you take things in
Yet. leaving us so bare

Yes, intelligence is magical
and silence soft and meek
Or does it mean You're Stupid
and have no wish to speak

Michael Christopher Daly
10/23/66

"Simple Things"

Out the road a few miles, we'd run as a group
You couldn't join in, if you didn't own a hoop
Not anyone would do it required get up and go
It had to have spokes and not buckled you know
Then a stick to guide it and smack its round rim
To make it go faster and help us stay slim
Our journeys were great and distances grew
From one mile to ten and "OH" how time flew
As older you became, a whole bike was yours
Much easier by far to continue our tours
We saved shoe leather and softness in the hands
Wondering if this happened, in any other lands
T'was a time in our youth, before acne and pimples
What a wonderful time when all things were simple

Friday, February 01, 2008

"I'll Be Here"

If it's far away you are
If you're enjoying and auld jar
Remember me
If talking to old friends
Or suffering from the bends
Remember me
Don't let sadness make you frown
Don't let madness take you down
Remember me
Don't let winter storms depress
Don't get carried away with stress
Remember me
I will be there for you, friend
I promise you
I will do whatever it takes
To comfort you
I will take that extra step
to make it right for you
I will pray to the heavenly God
It that's OK with you
Now, You have a friend
You can call me without fear
I am not that far away
In fact, I am right here
Michael Christopher Daly
Dec. 18th,2004

We Need Friends

WE NEED FRIENDS


Sometimes we find it hard, when friends have gone away
You have no one to speak with, especially, on a Winter Day.
It is then the mind takes over, as it erupts inside our dome.
It arouses all the fear we have, when we sit there all alone.

Well, we have the television and so many books to read
It makes it hard to focus, when you find it hard to breathe
”Who can you call if things get out of hand”
Who can you rely on, when you need a helping hand?

Too many times in life, we move to different places
For a while we write each other, remembering the faces
Then we seem to drift away, with so many things to do
And contact becomes rare r, as you forget those you knew

Take out your address book, that’s been filed away for ages
Take your time go through it, by reading all the pages
Now pick up the telephone and begin to make a call
To all old friends you find there, who are waiting on your call

Sometimes we find it hard, when friends have gone away
And you have no one to speak with, especially on a Winter Day
So use the tools God gave you, pick up the phone and call
And friendships will be rekindled and shared by one and all

Michael Christopher Daly
Oct. 28, 2007