Limrikster

Too Late My Love, Too Late

2009-02-01T11:30:00.001-05:00

Too Late My Love, Too Late

You know you left me dreaming on the boreen by the bog,
my mind was neither here nor there enveloped by the fog.
It was still early in the morning when you said goodbye,
and I sat all alone in a fog and a mist, I just had to cry.

You too had tears welling in your eyes, as you turned and ran away.
my calls through the mist went unanswered, on that dreadful day.
I pulled myself together at the thought of never seeing you again,
I just had to make you understand before you took that train.

I took off my boots and left them, running barefoot along the way,
hoping to get one last chance, to ask my love to stay.
I could hear the train’s shrill whistle, as it pulled into the station,
I was just a hop and step away, blistered feet caused my hesitation.

The engine revved up and the train doors slammed quite loud,
as I reached the platform, I began pushing through the crowd.
I reached the end of the station and I knelt down on the ground,
looking at every window for a familiar face or sound.

Too late my love too late, the train was on the its way
down to Limerick then on to Shannon Airport and America
I could feel the hurt, I heard myself cry and I wanted her to be my wife,
I looked a mess and I must confess, I knew this was the end of my life.

Suddenly, on the very last car I saw you through the window pane,
I threw up my arms and touched my heart praying to stop that train.
Too late my love, too late, I am only talking to the tracks,
you had to go, I had to stay and we were falling through one of life’s cracks.

The train blew its last signal as it had now cleared the railway station
I hit the corner of the ticket window and cut my hand in frustration.
You were no longer in sight and we were drifting further apart
you had to go and you will never know, about my broken heart.

Michael Christopher Daly
Jan 23rd, 2009

An Emotion

2008-12-31T09:05:00.002-05:00

An Emotion

I’m strolling along the Canal Bank,
by the River of my memories.
There is nobody here to see me,
as I go back to early nineteen fifties.

Many changes have taken place,
since the time that I’m recalling.
And the width of the river has narrowed,
ever since the tugs stopped hauling.

I want to be here by myself,
all alone, with no detractions.
Mother Nature can surround me,
with all her mystical attractions.

It is here I found the scent in the air,
to be at it’s very sweetest.
It is here the birds sing a happy refrain
while building their nest the neatest

It is here, beneath quiet waters,
the fish play hide and seek.
It is here the boys and girls meet,
it is a place in loves technique.

The river Shannon has many canals,
as she makes her way to the ocean.
But this one here in Limericks City,
has earned all of my emotion.

Michael Christopher Daly
Dec.25, 2008

It's Never Too LateSnow at Christmas Time

2008-12-31T09:05:00.001-05:00

Snow at Christmas Time

Snow at Christmas time just ends the season right
Looking out the window is just a wonderful sight
The Christmas tree stretches up to its greatest height
And a fire in the hearth, adds warmth throughout the night

Outside, the snow flakes trickle their way down
Trying to find a resting place, somewhere in town
They bring a smile to ones face, while ridding a frown
And magically clings on, like a glowing gown

One must watch in silence, what is happening outside
Pull the children around you, with their eyes opened wide
Looking up toward the heavens for Santa’s sleigh ride
Hoping he is bringing presents to where they abide

Nearly everything is perfect at this time of the year
Yet remembering friends who passed on with a tear
They come into our thoughts without bringing a fear
And a smile and a prayer to those we hold dear

The blanket of white is now spread all around
Anyone out there is mostly homebound
Love is everywhere just waiting to be found
Like the snow it has arrived without making a sound.

Michael Christopher Daly
Dec.20, 2008

Snow At ChristmasSnow at Christmas Time

2008-12-31T09:00:00.001-05:00

The Car Mor

2008-12-31T08:59:00.001-05:00

The Car Mor

The nineteen fifties saw me arriving In New York
the Car Mor was my savior after work
On 207th street in the Inwood part of the City
lay this Irish bar that was never really pretty
It didn’t need to be as it was strictly a mans bar
a little rough and tumble if you went too far
But for most, it helped to get rid of ups and downs
and changed heavy problems to just nagging frowns

There were characters galore, mostly from the auld sod
one sticks out in my memory and deserves my head nod
His name was Mike Carmody, a carpenter by trade
he didn’t get along with work, he preferred to read in the shade
During sing song times he would close his eyes
and push his head back as if looking at the skies
The songs he chose were sad and quite long
so one night we all left the bar in the middle of his song

He was given it his all as we stole out the front door
it was something that could happen, only in the Car Mor
From the street outside we looked in at Carmody
holding our sides laughing at this wonderful comedy
As his song came toward the end with his arms stretched high
we roared with more laughter as he opened one eye
Realizing what had happened he began to rage and shout
he quickly closed the front door and locked us all out

Next he went inside the counter and from the top shelf
took a bottle of Jamison’s and poured for himself
We could not get back in, as he held the key
while pouring from the bottle looking at us with glee
The bartenders red face and the language from is mouth
could be heard for miles through the north and south
The police arrived, someone gave them a call
they thought it was murder, until they heard it all

They got through a window in the back of the bar
and carried out Carmody to their police car
The crowd took the blame as Mike slumped on the seat
they carried him home and he fell asleep

Michael Christopher Daly
Dec.13, 2008

We Must Tell Her

2008-12-31T08:52:00.002-05:00

We Must Tell Her

Take me through your lovely meadows
Take me through your fields of corn
Let me rest awhile, upon your haystacks
Let me taste and greet your morn

Let me see your ocean waters
Let me hear them lap, on your sandy shore,
Let the sun break through night’s darkness
Bringing morning to us once more

Truth is we take it all for granted
We expect to see it when we awake
And if it rains instead of sunshine
We blame her for the mistake

Time keeps flashing by so quickly
There is so little time to share
We must thank old Mother Nature
We must tell her that we care

Michael Christopher Daly
Dec. 9, 2008

Let Me Feel It Again

2008-11-29T15:05:00.003-05:00

Let Me Feel It Again

Oh, take me back to where it all began
Down the road from St Johns Tower
Where Sarsfield sits atop his mount
One can feel his elegant power
St Johns school around the corner
Where the nuns demanded attention
They were just as tough as the brothers
And they loved to dish out detention

St. Johns Cathedral was majestic
And every seat was taken
Even down each isle and at the back
The rosary beads were shaken
It was hard to believe as you looked around
At some of the people you see there
Some were there to be seen by all
And many had their minds elsewhere

Outside the church door were collectors
Seated at the table to welcome you in
And you dropped your pennies or a little more
If you didn’t, it would be a sin
There was also a collection inside
They pushed the basket under your nose
For the weekly envelope they sent you
That’s how one side of life goes

The parishioners all around the town
Were poor but they didn’t show it
They managed to get along on what they had
Helping each other out, when they could do it
Then the good times came as technology grew
When the business world came into the towns
Now here am I, an ocean away,
With memories, of our ups and downs

Michael Christopher Daly
Nov, 27, 2008

And I love you too

2008-11-29T15:02:00.001-05:00

We were after playing a Rugby match
Against Glaswegians in Galway bay
It was back in the early fifties
On a bright and windy day
We won by twenty points to twelve
And stayed late admiring the Bay
I had rented a car with my old friend
My scrum-half Nutty O’Dea

We enjoyed our walk along the sand
Having fun with some of the girls
Two of then came from Limerick
With smiles that envied pearls
We had asked them how they got here
They said on a bus to attend a dance
We agreed t drive them home
As we would stay on and go to the dance

Sea Point was the name of the dance hall
Where all the best bands played
And Mick Delahunty was playing that night
And we were delighted that we stayed
We danced and talked until midnight
Never asking each others last name
Susan hooked up with me
And Nutty with Mary Jane

Susan’s parents were away for the weekend
So she invited us to have something to eat
I knocked over a glass off water
On my shirt and allover my feet
Susan helped to me take off my shirt
And hung it close to the fire in the living room
We sat on the couch and began to smooch
Nutty and Mary Jane, in the other room

Suddenly a key to the front door clicked
And the lights were turned on
Susan’s parents shouted in alarm
Wanting to know what was going on
There was I with their daughter on the couch
Without shoe’s or even a shirt
My head bent down, eyes to the floor,
And I was feeling, awfully hurt
To top it all, when I saw her father
With his eyes popping out of his head
He had been my math teacher in school
And I just sat there, wishing I was dead
I was the wise guy in his class
And there had been no love between us
Mary Jane came in from the other room
And it seemed to lessen all the fuss

She asked me if my shirt had dried
So I could take her home
And told a story of how helpful I was
When they missed the bus, I drove them home
Nutty O’Dea got out the back door
And sneaked away down the street
And waited there for Mary Jane and me
To take him off his feet

I never met Susan or Mary Jane
Since that Memorable day
For certain Susan was warned by her father
From me, to stay away
He certainly never liked the way
That I used to carry on
Sure it was only a time of Innocence
One day in a lifetime’s song

Michael Christopher Daly
Nov. 29, 2008

Innocence

2008-11-29T14:57:00.001-05:00

Just A Second

2008-05-18T18:29:00.002-04:00

There's that sound again
And I think it is a crime
It reminds me of our life span
Just ticking all the time

We also have minutes and hours
but they don't make a sound
Passing along through day and night
just looking to be found

And what about weeks and months
that adds up to the years
When I think of all of this
It brings me down to tears

A second a minute, an hour a day
A week a month a year
It all begins with a second
That ticking sound we hear

Our lives stop at a certain time
No matter how we've reckoned
And the ticking sound will stop for us
When we don't have another second

"THE BROGUES"

2008-04-25T08:51:00.001-04:00

Once upon a time in the green, green land of Rogues
There lived a clan of little people, called Brogues
Brogue was a lilting language that enhanced the spoken word
And brought a smile to ones face, whenever it was heard

They lived within the forests, inside a ring of trees
Quite content to stay that way, in a life of perfect ease
They dressed in colors of the land, of course that was green
Which in itself was security, they were never really seen

On the toe of their shoe, hung a little bell, that only they could hear
And when they heard that little tinkle, they would totally disappear
Inside the ring of trees, they lived with crocks of gold
They found it all beneath the earth, at least that’s what I was told

A Brogue went astray one day, as he woke up from a long sleep
His surroundings were unfamiliar to him and he began to weep
He shook his leg in a call for help; he thought he would be found
He was too far away, from the ring of trees, for them to hear his sound

He was also outside the forest, unprotected from being seen
That is how I met him, so tiny and clothed in green
I didn’t want to scare him; I whispered and said “Hello”
He looked up at me with teary eyes that seemed to say, ”Please Go”

Instead I sat beside him, totally amazed at what I was seeing
And I told him I wanted to help him, just like another human being
He asked if I could get him back, to where you don’t grow old
In return he would reward me with, one big crock of gold

We rambled on through the forest, until we found the ring of trees
Once he stepped inside, everything was green and I was on my knees
I was all alone, he was gone and this part I have never told
There in front of me just beneath a tree, was a sparkling crock of gold

Michael Christopher Daly
April 20,2008

WHY?

2008-04-21T16:14:00.002-04:00

I just sat there staring
In the fox hole that we shared
We dug it out last night
In the dark with vision impaired

Mike, Joe and I wondered
If the enemy was anywhere near
We had lost our way in the mountains
After being cut off from the rear

I decided to scout around
They told me to watch out for my head
And when I squirmed back to the Hole
Only to find my two friends dead

I had not heard a sound
And I must say I was scared
But to think that my scouting venture
Had to do with my life being spared

I began to lift their heads
While holding back a tear
Only to see their heads fall back
Necks cut from ear to ear

Then the morning exploded around me
As I stayed with my friends on the ground
I listened to the bombs that were falling
And I recognized their familiar sound

After two more hours in the foxhole
I was pulled out and still stared
Trying to understand this happening
And Why was it I that was spared.

Michael Christopher Daly
April 18, 2008

Stardom

2008-04-18T18:00:00.001-04:00

Stardom, Recognition, goes together
Yet, are distant in every way
In years gone by, you needed talent
And a life style without going astray

Stardom is not a given right
It is earned in the profession one chooses
Through dedication and hard work
They become winners and seldom losers

The stars were put on pedestals
Helped us forget our strife
While all the time just acting
Trying to portray real life

That’s the way it was
So many long years ago
When we fell in love with them
Before and after each show

But today they reach Stardom
Doing whatever they please
While writers and producers
Issue scripts so full of sleaze

Many have found Recognition
Through booze and drugs as well
When they are pulled over
They tell authority to “Go To Hell”

We certainly deserve better
To pass on to our youth
We need those old time ethics
To stand along with truth

But we the fans are also at fault
We pay to see their every move
Maybe we should hold back somewhat
Until their lives improve

Michael Christopher Daly
April 18, 2008

Sacred Ground

2008-04-16T11:58:00.001-04:00

Back Clare Street is where it stands today, the Wild Geese is the name of the bar
Where good people get together at night, for entertainment and a good old jar
It was one of my few visits home and old friends shaking hands all night
With stories galore being told, until the dimming of the lights

It was then that I remembered, what was here before they sold beer
When I was really a youngster, we played snooker and billiards, right here
I went outside to look and confirm, that my memory was still quite sound
Then faces and names took over my head, I was standing on sacred ground

There was many a prank, set up in there and it was always done in a funny way
But one prank I recall, outside this door, when Jer Sarsfield was caught in disarray
There was an argument at the billiard table and Jer was in the midst of the brawl
Until three of the guys he was arguing with, pulled him out into the hall

They pulled off his shoes and socks, as well as his Sunday’s long pants
Then pushed him outside the door, he answered with self thought rants
Boys didn’t wear briefs or shorts, we didn’t know about things like that
What do you do when your pants is gone and your shirt wouldn’t reach your lap

It just happened in early afternoon, when workers came home for lunch
Girls on bikes trying to get a good look, crashed into each other in a bunch
Now to end this bit about the Sacred Ground, something that I never knew
This was the site of a learning place, remembered by a very few

I became quite attached to this site; I wouldn’t normally, as a rule
This Bar was once called Broderick’s, where my dad had attended school.

Michael Christopher Daly
April15, 2008

The Brothers of Sexton Street

2008-04-12T14:51:00.001-04:00

Innocent times growing up, when the bird was on the wing
I always thought that wrong because the wing was on the bird
School was all about learning, they pounded it in every day
Those Christian Brothers on Sexton Street, believed it was the only way

They wore the cleric outfit with the pockets down to their knees
In there they kept thick leather straps and it wasn’t for swatting bees
Those leather straps were shaped at the top, to easily fit in their hand
Two leather pieces sewn together, they really should have been banned

I do not know if our parents were aware, the brothers had this learning tool
And they used it without hesitation, apparently approved by the school
Now the brothers had problems of their own and at times were angry men
They got rid of their rage and anger, while using their straps on us, Amen

During the early to mid forties, us young ones let our sideburns grow
It was just a youthful rebellious thing, a way for us to crow
We knew it annoyed the brothers; our parents didn’t seem to mind
So we continued to flaunt it, without any thoughts of being unkind

It felt good going into class, knowing we had found redemption
Until one particular brother, found a way to get our attention
He would sneak up behind your bench, grab hold of that growing hair
Then yank you out of your seat, as the pain had nothing to compare

Today they have better methods, leather straps are gone as a tool
Students and teachers get together, helping each other through school
Well, I certainly remember their teaching, back when the leather was in
It is a part of my life’s foundation, though I didn’t think so back then

Michael Christopher Daly
April 2, 2008

Many Years Ago

2008-04-11T09:16:00.001-04:00

Many years ago, in the Celtic land of Ireland
Limerick was my City and I called it My Land
Alive was what we were in every sport we played
They kept us fit and busy, not many of us strayed

It was parish against parish and the lines were drawn
On the day of a game, fans were ready at dawn
Songs about the parish, could be heard for miles around
And those that had passed on could feel the shaking ground

There were plenty of characters, who told their stories well
But kept them clean and funny, not wanting to go to hell
With a lot of wait to game time, they would meet for a jar
In the home away from home, in the local public bar

Hurling and Gaelic football were the recognized national games
Rugby and Soccer were foreign and had the GAA in flames
But to the fans, all was right and they loved all sports indeed
Each game was discussed in the bar, no matter what the creed

There was a Rugby match played one day, held in Thomond Park
A team from Limerick was pitted against, a team from down in Cork
It was a hard fought battle, as the fans kept up their cheer
One player from the Cork side left the field, with only one ear

Bandaged up quite nicely, He went looking for the telegram place
To let the home town know who won, he didn’t want to loose face
He formed the worded message, so they would understand the ravage
So he penned: “We won the match, but I was eaten by a savage”

So the home team lost, but the bars were still open
They became filled up again with many signs of emotion
Closing time at the bar, just created that extra strife
Married fans homeward bound, must now meet the wife

There was Mary Ann’s store, on Old Clare Street
Where lots of pig’s heads were sold and also pig’s feet
Many a marriage was saved, by the sign on her window aglow
With a few simple words that read: “Take Her Home a Toe”

Michael Christopher Daly
April 10th,2008

The Ice Creram Carts

2008-04-08T00:03:00.002-04:00

The Ice Cream Carts

“Oh,” to be that young again, especially in the spring
When the bee’s awakened early, ready to test their sting
The world seemed so happy and the sun began to shine
Greetings were offered all around and that was just fine

The ice cream carts were ready and we began to race
To where jingled bells were heard in their parking space
We crowded round the cart, with the white clad man inside
We ogled at all he had to offer and we wouldn’t be denied

Young voices could be heard, shouting up into the air
Calling to their mothers, for whatever they could spare
The mothers searched the coffee cans for enough to fill a cone
It was a time long ago when dad worked and mom stayed at home

We savored each lick around the cone and up its ice cream hill
Trying to prolong the tasty feast with all of our youthful skill
We spoke very little to one another as our taste buds were on high
We tried to shelter our precious gift from the sun up in the sky

“Oh,” to be that young again, especially in the spring
When the bee’s awakened early, ready to test their sting
Yes, mom was always only a shout away, when we played in the street
And seemed to be able to have the scents to give us this ice cream treat

Michael Christopher Daly
April 7th, 2008

An Invitation

2008-04-05T11:32:00.001-04:00

Come visit me by the ocean
Enjoy the sounds that belong there
With the sun on guard o’er the waters
And the birds whistling songs in the air

It is here that you cannot be moody
Your troubles are best left behind
Our faces are mapped by our smiles
And our friendship is easy to find

You don’t have to be rich to enjoy it
All you need is the time it requires
To stretch out underneath an umbrella
Relax and review your desires

It is then that you will hear the sounds
As it ebbs and recedes in its motion
Orchestrated by the Maestro’s hand
The music that belongs to the Ocean

Come visit with me by the Ocean
Obtain the cures for the mind
You, will be amazed at the outcome
Going home in a refreshed state of mind

Michael Christopher Daly
April 4th, 2008

An Ode To The Feet

2008-04-03T14:03:00.001-04:00

It appears that we needed more speed
As we wanted to get everywhere real fast
I never could understand the reasoning
Except maybe nobody wanted to be last

There were few cars on the road back then
Bicycles were the mode of transportation
The horse and cart was also there
And could get you to your destination

But most of us didn’t have these things
And we really didn’t need all that speed
Our legs were our cheapest transportation
They cost nothing and fulfilled our need

They carried us through all kinds of weather
Walking over mountains and streams
Only asking that we sit down for a few moments
And let the mind take their place in our dreams

They came in many different shapes
That helped us walk in all different ways
And in the night their only request
Was to rest them for the following day

So now the reason for a poem like this
To make us think well, of our feet
To be kind to them that carries our weight
And stop stamping them out on the street

Michael Christopher Daly
April 3rd, 2008

Do Not Forget Him

2008-03-31T09:24:00.001-04:00

How dare I ask for God to help me
I who has forgotten him in life
I who has lost the road toward his house
Now looking for help in my strife

Where else can one turn to
When all their friends are gone
When all life’s music has stopped
And all the songs went along

Alone is where one is
Left with a struggling mind
With memories popping in and out
And the good ones pretty hard to find

How dare I ask God to help me
When I remember all the promises I made
For all the good things he gave me
And he asked for nothing in trade

The knife is still in my hand
It appears to be the best thing to do
And I hope that you can forgive me
If ever I get the chance to see you

A sudden shock hits my body
I awake filled with sweat and steam
I see in the mirror I’m still alive
I have survived this terrible dream

Michael Christopher Daly
March 30, 2008

MEMORY OF A FRIENDSHIP

2008-03-19T13:27:00.003-04:00

The morning had that fresh crisp feeling; the eyelids forced open the eyes

I just didn't know where I was and the birds sang without any noise

There was peace all around, which kept me from rising too fast

It was a calm that covered the body, which was perfect to recall the past

My mind hurtled back in time, when I went on an Irish vacation

It had been ten years since the last one and twenty since my Emigration

There had been many modern changes, for the better it was easy to see

But no changes could be seen here, In Gods haven, the town called "KillKee"

I am fully awakened at last after driving here the day before

To find my old childhood friend, to hang around with once more

We walked the Strand that morning, Cyril Downes and I by the sea

Recalling so many old friends, who used to come here, "Killkee"

Last night we went to his pub, t'was after a swim in the ocean

We left footprints on the sand along with some tears of emotion

We were welcomed by the crowd, Cyril sang " An Old Cowpoke"and "Raw Hide"

He became the MC for the evening and I went along for the ride

I had to leave the next day; our time together had run out

As we waved at each other in silence, that's what friendship is all about

Times like this, are etched in my memory; I look back on them with glee

Thank God for giving me this one, My friend Cyril, Killkee and Me

"I Will Never Count Sheep"

2008-03-11T14:13:00.001-04:00

Last night I lay in bed and had difficulty trying to sleep
I allowed my mind to wonder, I would not count sheep
I felt myself floating in the air in a time machine
And memories of long ago came back, Oh So Pristine

The beginning was lightning fast and I could hardly breathe
Faces and places shot by, with names that I could not read
Then I felt a slow down, through the window I saw a sign
The machine had glided to a stop, as my feelings became benign

A flashing number caught my eye, that number was sixteen
Above the door of a house I knew, where I had many a dream
Why was I back here, at the house where I was born?
On Lelia Street, in Limerick on this dewy refreshing morn

There wasn’t a soul in sight and no sounds that one could hear
So I let the beautiful memories interact, before I shed a tear
I see myself in bed upstairs, near the window to Lelia Street
I listened to the strangest sounds of peoples walking feet

I heard a sneeze brought on by a breeze, with the sound of a walking cane
Sure it had to be, Bob McConkey who lived next door to the lane
Again a sound, metal striking the ground from a boot with a metal heel
That was the Doyle’s from Powleen; their boots had heels made of steel

There was old Mrs. Shinners from Moore’s lane, just shuffling along her way
And the strong beat of Sgt. Byrnes feet, coming home from a very long day
Once again I’m inside that time machine and everything is flashing by
Thoughts of things forgotten will stay with me, until the day I die

It is amazing what the mind can do, how it can take you back in time
And I’m thankful to have had this moment to put it into rhyme
I never had to go to the window; these sounds always put me to sleep
And as long as people wear shoes, I will never, no never count sheep

Michael Christopher Daly
March 11, 2008

St. Patricks Day (Limerick)

2008-03-02T11:24:00.002-05:00

St Patrick was extremely bright

Came to Ireland to teach what was right

To show he's no fake

He got rid of the snake

Now we all sleep much better at night

Blessings

2008-03-01T15:11:00.002-05:00

While it’s older I am getting
My mind is still quite young
It is there I hope to keep it
Fresh and alive, not stung

I have no conception of age
Though sometimes, the body gets rattled
But that’s a part of life
Get it settled and on with the battle

I have never been on a diet
I have worked out so very little
I have eaten everything on my plate
And I am anything but brittle

Yes, I’ve had a few setbacks
But not enough to break the rock
Thank God for all his blessings
And I come from great auld stock

Then what keeps it all together
When attacked from around the bends
It’s the strength and love of family
And connection with dear old friends

Michael Christopher Daly
March 1, 2008

"ALL SOULS NIGHT"

2008-02-28T10:37:00.002-05:00

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

"A Limerick 2"

2008-02-22T09:39:00.002-05:00

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"

2008-02-22T09:34:00.002-05:00

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''

Did You Do It?

2008-02-16T09:20:00.002-05:00

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

"Beliefs"

2008-02-15T09:45:00.002-05:00

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

"Vampire"

2008-02-13T12:28:00.002-05:00

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

The Golfer

2008-02-11T10:18:00.000-05:00

"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

The Political Circus

2008-02-10T08:55:00.000-05:00

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

When It's Time

2008-02-09T11:44:00.000-05:00

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

"HELLO AMERICA"

2008-02-07T11:32:00.000-05:00

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

2008-02-07T09:30:00.000-05:00

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

'THE BLISTER SISTERS"

2008-02-06T14:43:00.000-05:00

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

Think About It

2008-02-05T13:44:00.002-05:00

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

2008-02-05T13:44:00.001-05:00

The Golden Years

2008-02-04T11:31:00.000-05:00

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

2008-02-03T09:34:00.000-05:00

"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

"Silence"

2008-02-02T17:04:00.000-05:00

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"

2008-02-02T11:02:00.001-05:00

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

2008-02-02T11:02:00.000-05:00

"I'll Be Here"

2008-02-01T09:37:00.000-05:00

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

2008-02-01T09:32:00.000-05:00

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

Beware Of The Gamble

2008-01-31T15:03:00.000-05:00

So I put my hand in my pocket to draw out my last Big Bill
Knowing that this was it, the slots had the rest in their till
I decided to play it safe, hold a twenty for the trip back home
Knowing my luck had to change and I wouldn’t be all alone

I placed the bill on the counter while looking out at the waters
The attendant took my bill, in its place he left four quarters
I searched every pocket I had, no cash, not even a single
Except for the lousy four quarters, in my hand they began to jingle

To the ATM machine, with credit cards, feeling forlorn
Only to be rejected, as they answered, “You Are Overdrawn”
I looked out the window again, the ocean was rushing to shore
Begging me to come with her, the only way to settle the score

They might as well take my quarters, so into a Slot machine
Stepping back I heard a siren, I thought I was lost in a dream
My machine was blinking with lights Four Sevens had popped up, you see
I had won five hundred thousand Quarters
“Thank God, the Ocean left,” without me

Michael Christopher Daly
October 6th, 2007

Thank You Lord For Galway Bay

2008-01-30T09:32:00.000-05:00

“THANK YOU LORD,” “For Galway Bay”

I had walked from the house in the early mornings light
At this age, no need to run, the walk just right
No longer the need to rush, enjoy the hallowed ground
And listen with attentiveness to every simple sound

The chattering of the birds, as if they owned the land
Swept through the tree’s so easily, just the way they planned

Over the rise of the hill, fresh air with salt gave way
To the splendor of the senses and the Enchanting Galway Bay

The ocean had pulled back, leaving the sand for fun
I enjoyed every second, with strong lotion for the sun
Alone, yet not all alone, as my footprints left their mark
The gulls along with stray dogs Said “Hello” with chirps and barks

A look toward the ocean, one ship was on its way
Fighting the magnetic pull, the beauty of Galway Bay
There is so much to say, enraptured in so much bliss
So I thank the Lord for giving me, a morning such as this.

Michael Christopher Daly

The Clare Hills

2008-01-29T20:00:00.000-05:00

I somehow seemed to see it clear
and the green shades you hear about
It came so slowly at the crest of the hill
as my hand crossed over my mouth
Out of the car, looking all around
Sure no one could find this spot
S I drank with gulps the air so pure
I was lost, but then again I was not

I had made no plans this early morn
Just a drive through country lanes
Drying up with the help of the sun
created by overnight rains
I look back again at the fields of green
How nature had made it so grand
Remembering the war going on for years
and the togetherness, that is now at hand

There came a feeling of freeness
breaking away from times long past
Understanding that life is worth living
and peace has a great chance at last
There is no longer a place for terrorism
As each side blamed the other
Shake the hand in commitment of peace
then let's all get along together

My mind blasts back to the green fields
and the grass tat is covered with dew
On this morning I drove the country lanes
because I had nothing better to do
I strained my eyes to capture the scenes
that had no time for frills
As I later found out what it was all about
I was on top of THE CLARE HILLS

Michael Christopher Daly
May 15th, 2005

Darkness of Night

2008-01-28T11:01:00.000-05:00

I turned down a lift home, although I was tired
I had worked all day,'till my engine retired
The walk would shake out, those aches and pains
Allow me to sleep through the roaring of trains

It was getting quite dark, much later than nine
I was quite surprised as I was making good time
Not a soul or a human was out on the street
So I listened more closely to the sound of my feet

Other sounds came through, still nothing in sight
Dark shadows appearing that caused me some fright
A sudden scream and my body just froze
I tingled all over from my head to my toes

What can I do, my thinking's not sound
I should have taken that lift, not walked the ground
Clear the head,think, you know what to do
What if they're just round the corner, waiting for you?

My heart was pounding and my breath getting deep
Then a gust of wind blew the leaves down the street
Di I really hear a scream? was it just in my mind?
All alone by myself, was I going blind?

Two corners to turn, then one block to go
My senses on the alert as they wanted to know
Then it all came to mind, it wasn't day light
I was hearing and feeling, the Darkness Of Night

2008-01-27T11:25:00.000-05:00

“ENVIRONMENT”

Wouldn’t it be great if we had zero pollution
No death penalty and no execution
Imagine the forests like a God’s great plan
With animals galore, untouched by man

The blue of the sky, no smoke stack grey
With waters so pure and fishes at play
The shores and the beaches with whitest of sands
And away from the Oceans, primitive lands

The chirping of birds with songs to the wind
Could be heard near and far, round every bend
Well, that’s how it was, day one, long ago
Before man and his genius, set the world aglow

Look how far we have come, since primitive days
Life today is so easy, in so many ways
We’re civilized now and communicate well
So we can tell each other how to go to hell

We’ve been to the moon and depth of the sea
Cloned some sheep, next humans, you’ll see
All for what? To extend mans life?
So he can live longer and suffer more strife

So now man is working to find a solution
To save the world from all this pollution
We need more energy to run our inventions
Created by us with the greatest intentions

We have the know how, Build Nuclear Stations
But then, Politicians listen to Greenpeace Vibrations
Where does this leave us, press onward? Or back?
I think we must stay on this forward track

Let’s work together, never say never
Realizing mans life, was not Meant Forever

Michael Christopher Daly

April 2001

2008-01-27T11:15:00.000-05:00

“DON’T GIVE UP”

I could hear the wind as it blew all day

Then the rains pelted down, to have their say

They lashed at the windows, on into the night

With an angry attack, to display their might

I would be quite content, if I could go to sleep

But with this kind of weather, the waters run deep

Alert I must stay and prepare for the worst

Stocked with canned food, and I’ll not thirst

But fear is all around me, isolated as I am

My body gives me trouble, can’t remember worth a damn

What I don’t need now, is my heart beating fast

With my breath getting short and I begin to gasp

I need another pill, where can they be

“If you’re listening God”, “Come on, rescue me”

Then a thunderous blast, exploded overhead

As the roof filled with water, caved in on my head

The phones gone dead, the lights are out

I bang pots together, and begin to shout

But who can hear me, I’m so far away

Maybe Gods gone to sleep, after a heavy day

I’m quite sure now, my time is near over

Since the day before yesterday, I haven’t seen Rover

Oh, what I’d give now to have him by my side

It would be nice enough if we could go side by side

Suddenly, I’m falling, and I’m flat on the floor

No blasts of thunder, and the lightning’s no more

I look to the ceiling and it’s all in place

I get to the bathroom, to look at my face

T’is a young one I see, staring back with a beam

And I’m in shock and happy, as it was only dream

Michael Christopher Daly

May of 2001

A Soldiers Thoughts

2008-01-26T10:25:00.000-05:00

As I lie in this trench so far, far ,away
One hand on my bible, my feet in wet clay
Be with me tonight, your comfort I’ll borrow
Cause I’m not sure of my future or even tomorrow

Yet, I know in my heart that I’m needed here
My help, my involvement, calms their fear
For I know they’re my brothers, though their language is strange
But without our help nothing will change

Sometimes I wonder, if there is a supreme being
' Cause all of this hate, he just isn’t seeing
Then again I remember, he gave us free will
And a mind to go with it, not to lay still

What we do with these is our great problem
Yet, we have the tools that can help us solve them
Prayers from us all will be heard up above
Then the hate we created, might turn to love

Michael Christopher Daly 2005

2008-01-26T10:23:00.000-05:00

'SPECIAL LOVE

TO MY WIFE NORA.

"The verse that’s on this special card
was written, not by me
I thought if I just added one
how better it would be
So read their verse, I wish you that
but also from the start
I've loved you every minute dear
from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Birthday

"ASSASSINATION"

2008-01-25T13:57:00.000-05:00

On a Dallas street ,on a November day
As the multitudes gathered, in a happy way
To honor in unison, Our Nations Chief
How could anyone know of the coming grief

"It's not true God", the people wept
Has this nation sunk, to such a dept
As the cavalcade slowly along
'Mid the waves and cheers of a joyous throng

Our President, smiling and nodding his head
Suddenly fell, to the car floor, dead
Shot by persons that only God can forgive
As this Nation cannot, as long as it lives

A man of peace has been snatched away
So get on your knee's and to God, please pray
That our Presidents deeds be carried on
From the top on down, through father and son

Oh God in heaven, save a place on your right
And let his halo shine brighter than bright
He is no longer here, yet our prayers will not cease
OH "God above grant him everlasting peace"

Michael Christopher Daly
Nov:1963

THE ATTIC

2008-01-25T12:56:00.001-05:00

The Attic

Above the landing where the ceiling was high

was a cut in the roof, I Never saw as a boy

With the attic above, but nary a stair

it was hidden from view with meticulous care

A ladder was needed to examine that place

what could be up there in that unknown space

So, the brother's and I, got together one night

when our parents went visiting and were out of sight

With the borrowed ladder ,from a friend down the lane

we entered the attic, in the house with our name

The flashlight through shadows pierced with it's light

landing on items that would scare one at night

While holding our breath, we were held in awe

just gaping, bewildered at all that we saw
Then, over there, what scared us the most

were things galore that would frighten a ghost

Metal pieces all around, that one could assemble

with wooden shaped handles, we began to tremble

It was here then, that the guns were put together

during the troubled times that has lasted forever

With little sound, we climbed back down

and looked at each other, all with a frown

We all agreed that we would never tell

what we saw in the attic, or we would go to hell.

Michael Christopher Daly

Author's Comments:

"yes, hand guns were assembled in our attic during the 1920's...to fight British rule in Ireland"

Thank You Soldier

2008-01-24T10:53:00.000-05:00

You, are in Battle Dress and far away from home
You, are in constant danger while I can write this poem
You, the enlisted soldier, made up your mind to serve
You, are my sister and brother , daughter and son with nerve

You, have no time for yourself and little things mean so much
You, have dreams of homeland and loved ones you yearn to touch
You, look forward to returning and make up the time you have lost
You, have the memory of friends, whose lives were part of the cost

We, are still free in America and wish everyone else to be too
We, lift our voices in unison, as we kneel and pray for you
We, sit at home by the fireside, looking forward to Christmas Day
We send our love and best wishes, that you will come back to stay

We cannot fight by your side, but we want you to understand
We will Never forget you, Soldier, and I speak for all in this land

"GOD BLESS"

Michael Christopher Daly
Nov: 2005

"TOO LATE"

2008-01-24T10:26:00.001-05:00

We withdrew our troops from Korea
Viet Nam and all of the Middle East too
The political doves got their way
Environmentalists, saw sky's of blue

We had changed the draft laws to a voluntary basis
and instructed our people to love all races
We dispersed with weapons, those dangerous things
They were dumped at sea in the early spring

We turned to ourselves and forgot the outside
Sent ambassadors home, where they should abide
It was great for a year,total freedom reigned
and Americas name not once was stained

There were no hawks, no murderous men
No need for moratoriums just one happy den
Then that little country, lost it's name
To that other country of notorious fame

They cried for help , to this great nation
But our policy, No Involvement in a Foreign Situation
Then another little country and another and another
Fell within the grasp of their great big brother

Now, they're coming for us and theres little we can do
We have no weapons and the Army's gone too
We've asked for volunteers, but they're all afraid
Even if they weren't, they wouldn't make the grade

We've thought only of ourselves, forgotten our allies
Crawled into a shell, on our great fat bellies
It's Too Late now and there's no compromise
If it's freedom we want, We Must Pay The Price

Michael Christopher Daly
Nov. 1970

2008-01-23T11:57:00.000-05:00

"The Hot Corner"

“Oh, those winter nights in Limerick City

with summer passed, Oh what a pity

Yes the winds whistled as the gales moved in
too cold to move slowly, or think of sin”

Turn up the collar with cap over the head
And squint the eyes to see what's ahead
With no money to spend, still places to go
where the boys would gather be it rain or snow

I recall one now, and my feelings grow warmer
As I remember the place, called "The Hot Corner"
Some people say, there was no such place
"Get away with you now. and quicken your pace

But there was such a spot and I'll tell you some more
Because these are the forgotten, that make up the lore
Out the Dublin Road on the right hand side
stood Good Shepherd Convent, way back inside

There the nuns had their home, rosaries and pearls
they also had room for some troubled girls
The back of the Convent touched Pennywell road
where the nuns took in laundry to maintain their abode

At the end of that road, "The Long Can" ran right
There at that corner we had many a good night
No politics, no religion, that was the trend
Everything else was discussed without end

We stood at that corner, where the manhole held tight
as the heat and the steam found its way out at night
One man made his bed there, laid out quite level
"I wonder where you are now,? "Old Dan, the Devil"

Sometimes I wonder how better off we'd be
to remember the little things that filled us with glee
As winter moves in, the body grows warmer
With thoughts of old Limerick
and the Long Cans "Hot Corner"

Michael Christopher Daly

2008-01-23T11:41:00.001-05:00

The Shadow 1

I saw a shadow on my bedroom wall

No doubt it belonged to you

That silhouette brought memories back

To a time when our love was new

Then I closed my eyes for a second

To wipe away a tear

As the past came back so lovingly

I wanted to hold it so near

The sharpness of this shadow

With the details and its size

Made me want to hold you tightly

And gaze into those blue eyes

I raised my hand and pointed

Wanting to touch your beautiful face

Remembering all the love we shared

With every moment and every embrace

My hand stopped short of the silhouette

As I felt a falling tear

Then the shadow on my bedroom wall

Just began to disappear.

Michael Christopher Daly

August 23, 2007

"The Old Ones"

2008-01-22T11:24:00.000-05:00

What do the old ones know
In this world of ours
Their time has gone past
Let them smell the flowers

To old to understand
The problems that we face
So quick they seem to give
ready answers to our race

They really don't understand
and it seems they never did
As they look at us and say
"I did it all kid"

What have they really done
lets look back aways
To see the destruction caused
during their days

2nd World War, Korea, Viet Nam
We've had our share
Did they settle anything?
Have we gotten anywhere?

Social Security, they have it
and half fare on the bus
It's a stark reality
that it won't be there for us

Of course they were less educated
But that's their fault, not mine
They could have been more intelligent
but they didn't spend the time

So I sit here writing this
and a thought comes, Oh so small
When I realize, if it were'nt for them
Sure I, Would'nt Be Here Atall

Michael Christopher Daly
01/28/1997

PROGRESS ?

2008-01-22T10:53:00.000-05:00

So, if we do away with the nuclear plants
And buy the story on Global warming
It appears to me that they are saying
We’ll be alive, tomorrow morning

The energy needed to run this planet
Grows larger year by year
The side effect’s from the pollution
Is exaggerated, as our greatest fear?

Environmentalist’s, like Greenpeace activists
Raise hell to get their passions across
It appears to them, to be the only way
To save the world from a total loss

Our world stays alive on energy
It has helped us live an easier life
There is no turning back on progress
As we continue to lessen our strife

Let’s stay away from Electric run cars
With everyone plugging in and out
Just like the problem of our mobile phones
We could have, a world brown out

But yes; we need to do our best
To reduce our amount of pollution
But let’s not do away with progress
Let’s work harder to develop a solution

Michael Christopher Daly

Nov. 15, 2007

"Nellie"

2008-01-21T10:18:00.000-05:00

She had the ability to do both jobs
with her own vigor and flair
There was never a complaint filed
Because she did them with care

She never requested time off
Just a little break now and then
Her ability to lead was strong
On a scale. she rated a ten

Ten years she handled both jobs
Seven days a week she done it
On Sunday morning you'd see her
Dressed up and wearing a bonnet

On week days she was a Horse
pulling a laden cart everywhere
On Sunday she became a Pony
Guiding the trap to the fair.

Michael Christopher Daly
Jan. 29, 2007

"Memories"

2008-01-21T09:59:00.000-05:00

I share your dreams of yesterdays
though times were hard enough
Thinking back , bring memories
of friends and youth and stuff

Who could ever think of Growing old
there was no time for that
So much to do, so much to see
shove aging in your hat

But time does not belong to us
which is not so bad at all
"Cause if we age with dignity
we can surely ,stand up tall

Yes, I share your dreams of yesterdays
I am there with you in time
And I love the memories that they bring,
because there yours and mine

Michael Christopher Daly

Dec. 2006.

"Off The Ice Maggie"

2008-01-19T10:25:00.000-05:00

When Limerick winters were in full bloom
and you had no place to go
You'd look out the streaky old window
hoping to see much snow

Back then, the snow was awfully wet
You're breath spoke in the air
Better get away from the window
and sit by the fire on a chair

When the snow let up a bit
you donned your hobnail boots
Then to the top of the New Road you went
To join up with the neighborhood youths

Each carried a pail of water
Their token to develop our scheme
When poured down the hill of the New Road
It froze all the way to our dream

We had no problems with traffic
There were hardly any cars, you see
So we ran and jumped on the ice trail
with each of us filled with glee

The cost was a pail of water
and our clothes were somewhat baggie
And we screamed while skating down
"OFF THE ICE MAGGIE"

We jostled to get in position
To see who could stay to the end
As we spent another day of winter
The best way we could, with a friend

Michael Christopher Daly
Nov. 6, 2006

"NAM"

2008-01-19T10:08:00.000-05:00

As I write all alone
it is quiet out here
There are stars in the sky
But I'm filled with fear

Who the enemy is
it is hard to tell
'Cause they all look alike
in this living hell

How can I sleep
on a rock for a bed
With a rain soaked poncho
to cover my head

With boots caked with mud
and socks to match
And death all around
so easy to catch

There's no room for smiles
or jokes out here
You must be mentally alert
know all sounds by ear

Any moment you relax
both body and brain
Your lifespan is limited
like drops of rain

I've been lucky so far
I still have my health
And I'm positive now
it's better than wealth

So I'll stay on my knees
and to God I pray
I'll get home to my family
Safe...some day

Michael Christopher Daly
1970

Love

2008-01-18T12:36:00.000-05:00

Love is not comparable

It's out there on it's own

It changes from dependency

As we become more grown

Love is more than physical

It's a mental state as well

Combine the two and you will have

The magic of a spell

Love will come to everyone

It does not discrimate

It happens kind of suddenly

With no set time or date

Love will raise you to new heights

With the magic of its spell

And just as quickly let you see

The other side of hell

Michael Christoher Daly

(mid 1980's)

2008-01-18T12:25:00.000-05:00

Good bye Nellie

Last night I sat by Nellie’s fire
And watched the embers glow
My thoughts were scattered here and there
With things I ought to know

I watched her trail across the room
To reach the bedroom door
Her shoes behind–her hair so neat
Her clothes along the floor

I tiptoed in to take a look
She looked so naked there
Her eyes a sparkle, lips so moist
And a ribbon in her hair

She did not speak– she hardly moved
Where she laid her head to rest
I kissed her cheek then her neck
And the nipple on each breast

She slowly moved and pulled me down
And we became one together
The night just faded out itself
And loving would go on forever

But fate is blind as on this night
And there came no warning
As things would change a night of bliss
Into a dreadful morning

A flash of light, A gunshot sound
As we curled up for cover
And Nellie passed without a word
Shot by her female lover.

“Goodbye Nellie”

Michael Christopher Daly. 05/25/2005

"My Car And I"

2008-01-17T12:08:00.000-05:00

The year was 1954, Limerick was the place

Life was good and vibrant and we enjoyed it without haste

Billy Quaid had a car for sale, it blew away my mind

It wasn't just any old car, it was just that one of a kind

A 1942MG Roadster Convertable, spoked wheels and runnming boards

A car that was made for me alone, that I certainly , could not afford

So I borrowed the money where I worked, McKenna's Furniture Store

On Patricks Street, next to Cruises Hotel, alas they're not there anymore

That car became a part of me, and I a part of it

It wasn't made to seat a group, as only two could sit

None the less we had great times, as in Cork after a Rugby War

The rest of the team went went down by bus,Nutty O"dea and Myself in my car

The bus was due to leave at eight, but four got left behind

The weather got colder as it got dark and the roadway was hard to find

All had to get home that night to be at work next morn

But when they saw the little MG, faces showed signs of forlorn

The fog came in as we started off, Nutty and I watching the road

Two of our buddies perched behind and two lying on the running boards

I drove home to Limerick that night, slowly as the fog became worse

Calling out to the running boards often, only to hear an answer with a curse

The four had faces of blue, when they stood beside the car

Thankful we all got back, as we entered a late night bar

Just one of many stories, with friends and my Roadster MG

Wherever that car was spotted, they knew where to find me

Michael Christopher Daly

Jan 5, 2007

"Loving You"

2008-01-17T11:40:00.001-05:00

The sun is low in the heavens above
The sky is close to all blue
I sit here alone, looking out to sea
My mind filled with thoughts of you
I let the sand pour through my fingers
Just like your hair used to do
When you an I sat together
On those days of long, long, ago
But you and I are still together
If anything my love has grown
As I look in your eyes so puzzled
They appear to be in the unknown
Alzheimer's, the name they gave it
Came like a thief in the night
Bit by bit stole your memory
Now we fight it with all of our might
I can tell when your memory is working
You look at me with a childs guile
I know the remembrance is there
As we look at each other and smile
I thank God for the strength he gives me
To fight the problems we share
I will tell you each day that I love you
And for you, I will always be there
Michael Christopher Daly

Korea

2008-01-15T15:59:00.000-05:00

Over there lies my buddy, death he did dread
Last night he slumped over with a hole in his head
He was big, Rough and strong. so full of life
But I had best make a note,so they can tell his wife

He had guts, that man. sure he was wild
But he was also the father of a beautiful child
I'm so scared all alone, in this hole full of mud
I still have my prayer book but it's covered with blood

They call this the mop up war, it'll be over soon
Please Jesus end it, before the Monsoon
I know there's a reason for my being here
I glance at my buddy and I can't shed a tear

In just a few short months, my world's become unreal
This body and face shows Ive aged a great deal
This war will end,I know this is truth
But I will never regain, my years of lost youth.

m.c.d. 1959

"Gifts"

2008-01-15T15:24:00.000-05:00

If you walk the Boreen, to the field on the hill
'Tis there you'll find that time stands still
The only sounds from over the wall
Seem to test ones hearing, or not at all

No one to talk to, No one to see
No need for impressions, just let yourself free
Enjoy the blessings of being alone
And admire the walls, put together with stone

You can feel the wind sweeping by in silence
No beginning, No end, No measure, No guidance
"Twill rain". they said. "Stay close to your car"
"Or better still, take a drink at the bar"

Being this close to heaven they cannot see
The Gifts that surround them, "Let the rain fall on me"
m.c.d. 2/16/2006

Failed Communication

2008-01-14T11:57:00.000-05:00

Failed Communication

You said last night it was over for you

Our relationship had lost its charm

You left a note on the desk by the door

Saying; it is best we not cause any harm

I called all our friends to see if they knew

Where you intended to go

But it was all a surprise and a shock to them

As they said that they didn’t know

Your clothes were still inside the closet

The car was parked near the door

I dressed and quickly left the house

Afraid I might see you no more

I followed the footprints I saw in the sand

It was early in the morn

The sun threw her golden mantle around

As a grand new day was born

Anger, then fear swelled in my mind

I thought you had forgiven me

The only footprints in the sand that morn

Were the ones that led out to the Sea

Michael Christopher Daly

Nov. 2, 2007

The Ocean

2008-01-06T11:04:00.000-05:00

We watch the beauty of the ocean
along the shore
As the waves, in different forms
has us longing for more

The breeze carries the refreshing
smells and taste
As we sit, lie, or play
and do things with little haste

We stand knee deep, awaiting
the waves slap on the back
We dare her to tumble us
on her next attack

The waters are enhanced
by the sun and sand
that seem to say
"When it's all together, it is simply grand"

However, the beauty of the ocean
quite often disappears
As we have come to see time and again
throughtout the years

The turmoil that breathes below
we cannot forsee
Lies hidden to our eyes
beneath her sea

But when provoked
her evil powers unleashed
Erupts to her surface
screaming, to make its deadly speach

Great ships have zigged and zagged
across her haunting face
To disappear from view, forever
without a trace

So, admire the ocean
from views along the shore
But beware of her
or you may be nomore

S tand By Me

2008-01-05T12:13:00.000-05:00

STAND BY ME

I dare you to stand by me

I dare you to do what is right

Our country needs Our help

Before the darkness of night

I dare you to think for yourself

I dare you to take a chance

Politicians stop thinking defeat

As this country was built on advance

I dare them to forget about party

I dare them to join together as one

Let’s take politics out of the way

Let’s correct what is morally wrong

I dare you to pray to your God

I dare you let others do the same

This world of ours grows smaller

If it disintegrates we can all share the blame

I dare you to talk out about “Terrorism”

I dare you to recognize this wrong

We will have no harmony in our world

Until “Terrorism” is gone

I dare you to stand by me

I dare you to do what is right

Michael Christopher Daly

LETTERAGH LODGE

2008-01-04T10:58:00.000-05:00

I awoke in another time,
another world, refreshed with serenity
No mad rush to arise
the mind, eager to let things be

Whisperings like a balmy breeze
without force, made me lay there
Soothing thoughts about everything good
came with every breath of air

Surely, this was Heaven, yet I knew it could not be
A pinch on the arm and back to reality
So, I just lay on my back
and gazed out at the magic scene

Strange enough, no bird sounds
could be heard or seen
The trees gave way to soft winds
bending a little, as if to bow in respect

The fields outside seemed to have no end
until the horizon, shimmered in the morn
The sky gave little indication of the day ahead
It peaked the imagination to smile or scorn

From outside, I looked at this house of stone
The strength of the owners had made this home

On Letteragh Road, near Galway Bay
is the sight the eyes cannot dodge
At the rise of the hill, it stands quite still
the house called "Letteragh Lodge"

I awoke in another time, another world
so close, so near to Heaven

Michael Christopher Daly
Aug. 5th, 1999

"Now That I'm Back"

2008-01-04T10:14:00.000-05:00

I guess I drifted away one day, when things were looking bad

Didn’t want to face the truth because it was so sad
Just didn’t like being poor,existing day to day
I knew I could do much better, So I upped and went away

My thoughts while crossing the ocean were all about you, my dear
As the Devil played tricks with my mind and loaded me down with fear
Your decision to stay behind was strong and yours to make
So we promised with broken hearts, our love when asleep or awake

I told you I’d come back one day, you said that you would wait
With a welcome mat outside your door and a shamrock on the gate
My mind was set on business everything else was put on hold
They called me a workaholic,while my pockets filled with gold

The years slipped by like minutes, I have wealth and love to share
Retired last week, took this flight last night to show how much I care
I stand o’er your grave, eyes in tears listening to a lonely song

As the agony of time wasted away
“Now That I’m Back,” “You Are Gone”

Michael Christopher Daly…..Oct.30^th, 2006

Drawn Back

2008-01-03T19:05:00.000-05:00

I walk the streets where we played in bare feet
echo's of childhood, with the sun giving heat
I wonder if the pavement, can tell it is me
If so,doe's it remember my happy memory

I walk the streets, holding back a tear
My head bowed down, somewhat in fear
Is the house still there, where I was born?
Is it now a factory, filled with corn?

I walk the streets and around each bend
Recognizing houses of many an old friend
Twenty one years, where I started each day
'Mid a dear, dear family, until I went away

Suddenly that street, the house still there
Not a soul around but somethings in the air
It seems I hear voices, so familiar to me
Eyes seeing pictures, filled with happiness and glee

I didn't knock, or ring the bell on that door
As our family just, wasn't there anymore

Jan19th, 2007

"AH" , Mushrooms"

2008-01-03T10:46:00.000-05:00

It was morning, the fields would be covered with dew

Six O’clock no less, I could only find one shoe

I was dazed, body in tune with my head

As I sat there, legs dangling over the bed

We agreed to meet at this Godly hour, it’s true

Here I was looking around for that fecken lost shoe

Cyril was knocking outside, that was a terrible blunder

Because at this bewitching hour, it sounded more like thunder

Looking down from my window I whispered ”SHUSH”

“Don’t knock again”and “What’s the big rush”

“Be down in a minute, I’m just getting out of the bed”

must not forget the pillowcase , it’s under my brothers head

I tiptoed back from the window to get that pillowcase

There it was nestled , under my brothers face

To wake him now would make matters worse

The shoe is still missing and I’m about to curse

Just then the Bolster came into view

On the floor near the dresser; surely that will do

Get rid of the feathers, turn it inside out

To fill it with mushrooms, that’s what its all about

Out in the hallway I opened the string

No feathers at all, were in this old thing

Old jackets , an overcoat with buttons too

And there in a shirt is my other old shoe

So down the stairs and through the front door

Setting our sights on the Shannon's shore

Up Lelia place, past “Farrell’s Sweet Shop”

Beyond O'Neill’s yard, with nary a stop

The Barrel Yard quiet, too early for work

My brothers had sold the feathers to Feathery Burke

I’m quite sure now, Mom and Dad didn’t know

Their sons found a way, to make some extra dough

Beyond the Nuns Field lay, Mick Madden’s thatched home

Further up a race track, where grey hounds did roam

At the Canal banks end, the Shannon River

Where many’s the salmon made the waters quiver

At last to the fields where the mushrooms grew

With the empty bolster that had hidden my shoe

It took three hours to fill it and we walked a long way

But we’d have mushrooms at breakfast for many a day

To end a great morning, we went for a swim

At the second bridge we just dove right in

The mushrooms we hid’ beneath straw in the field

Sure no one would know what the straw could yield

We dried off in the sun, it didn’t take long

Then saw the tossed straw, the mushrooms were gone

We did not cry, but we had broken hearts

And we wished that whoever ate them

Would turn into “Sheep Farts”

Michael Christopher Daly

Dec . 13, 2002

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The Meeting

2008-01-02T09:43:00.000-05:00

To Nora, my lifelong love..

If you and I had never met
the loss would all be mine
Imagine arriving at heavens gate
and the doorbell had no chime
The darkest days of winter
would always be the same
If we hadn't met, and we didn't talk
and I never knew your name
But the event occurred we were introduced
my eyes were locked on you
When our hands touched to say "Hello"
I gave my heart too
I was yours back then and I always knew
that the future was hard to tell
So after all the years, of laughter and tears
I'm still enraptured by your spell

It is "I"

2008-01-01T12:20:00.000-05:00

There came a knock upon my door
At least that was the sound
Without thinking who it could be
I opened it, then looked around

There wasn’t a soul that I could see
As the moon lit up the sky
I felt a breeze that kissed my face
Then a “Whisper” “It is I”, “It is I “

I took a step outside the door
My blood now pumping fast
The whispers getting stronger
Are we together again? at last

All the sadness of your passing
Returned to my mind and eye
Then the breeze kissed my lips
Whispering, “It is I”, “It is I”

The breeze caressed my face again
Then it circled around my hand
Seeming to touch the fingers
That held our wedding bands

I understood the meaning
I no longer had a need to cry
As the love of my life whispers
“It is I”, “It is I”, “It is I”.

Empty Things

2008-01-01T12:02:00.000-05:00

Empty Things

I wrote in an empty diary
Of the love I had for you
Each day since you’ve been gone
A page begins anew

I open the diary at bedtime
To review what I have written
Because when I first met you
One look and I was smitten

I thought that I was set for life
At the altar when you said “I DO”
I put your name on my bankbook
When we shared our love so true

But when the love was all from me
I began to realize
The bonds of marriage were broken
As I could see it in your eyes

Now that you are not coming back
I’m feeling kind of glad
It is you who took me for a fool
And that is mighty sad

Fools Gold

2008-01-01T10:20:00.000-05:00

Don't tell me if you see her
for I don't want to know
things are piling up
because of that "So and So"

It took only one week
but it really felt much more
and the time we spent together
could never be called a bore

My eyes were locked on her
the very first time we met
she seemed to be beckoning me
to come over and be intimate

I turned away for a moment
trying to hide what was on my mind
wanting to go sit beside her
a little leery of what I might find

She knew I had something to give her
I felt that she could give me much more
so I went and sat beside her
until the a.m. when the clock said four

Our passion had lasted that long
and the rest of the week was the same
on the final day of my stay
I discovered she was playing a game

There was another guy sitting beside her
who appeared to be lost in a dream
I didn't have the heart to tell him
to beware of this slot machine.

The Little People

2007-12-20T08:45:00.000-05:00

I drove out into the country as far as I could go
just needed to be alone let my mind flow
No more voices, no delegating, no orders
Just the sound of the winds breaking over the borders
A field with no gate, least not to the eye
With haystacks all over ‘neath a clear blue sky

What is the future? What’s in store for me?
Have I lost you forever? Are you thinking of me?
I leaned on a haystack and it began to slide
Then a hole appeared and down I did glide
I shouted aloud to anyone for help
As I landed in a heap on a floor of kelp

I got up in fear but there wasn’t a sound
It was lit by lanterns built into the ground
I followed the lanterns to a cast iron door
It opened to a fog; my fears grew more
I didn’t move but floated in
to see a little old man with a mischievous grin

Then six others came out from the walls
And sat with the old one in tiny stalls
Clothed in green from head to foot
With great white beards that were never cut
They just stared at me and I stared back
Wondering to myself if they were going to attack

Suddenly I realized we were surrounded by trees
I was no longer standing, I was on my knees
A high pitched voice and the smell of Poteen
“Do ya know why yar here? And what have ya seen?"
“No, I fell in a hole through a haystack up there”
“I was blinded , you see from the suns bright glare”

“Yar here today ‘cause an American Colleen
Requested it so, my dear Mickeleen
She loves you so much her prayers got to us
Now listen up well without any fuss
Write to her often you’ll be there in two years
Love her for life, wipe away all her tears

We will see that you get there, no more than that.

The Three Thirty Train

2007-12-20T08:10:00.000-05:00

I was walking slowly
On a Street called Main
Thoughts on my mind
About the Three Thirty Train
Should I go down there?
Can’t make up my mind
Just walking slowly
Wondering what I might find

It is quite some time
Since you walked out on me
Now, you make contact
But I’ve forgotten you see
I’m still on Main Street
Walking slowly along
Remembering your face
And remembering our song

I must admit, I still feel lost
Why is that so?
As you left without a word
And I never did know
Why are you coming back?
On that Three Thirty Train?
The same one you left from
On that street called Main

I’m no longer a young man
I still live all alone
But you will be welcome
In the place I call home
I am now striding along
That street called Main
No longer afraid of
That Three Thirty Train

Michael Christopher Daly, Oct. 17th, 2007

The Bully

2007-12-20T07:58:00.000-05:00

I tried to show that I wasn’t scared
Though my knees were ready to give in
I took a stance that indicated strength
With hands ready and aimed at his chin
But his eyes, were locked on Mine
And I just couldn’t stare him back
I knew the trouble I was in
When he roared to begin his attack

How could I have gotten into this mess?
Now he is beginning to hiss
Maybe I could save the day
If I hug him and give him a kiss
My fear made me attack first
And he wasn’t ready for that
As I landed a punch on his nose
And he screamed like a stepped on cat

He looked up at me from the ground
His hands covering his face
The blood seeped through his fingers
As the crowd circled our space
He staggered a little, while getting up
Then stood on the tips of his toes
Took away his hands from his bloody face
Showing everyone his broken nose

A ghostly moan could be heard by all
As he sat back down on the ground
He cried aloud to the departing crowd
Who had more sympathy for a passing hound?
He was all alone as he passed me by
Going home to a fatherless home
I caught up to him and we talked a while
I didn’t want him to be all alone
We met many times after that day
The title “Bully”, was no longer his name
We got on with our lives, in different styles
I recalled this from my Memory Lane

Michael Christopher Daly
Nov.25th, 2007

Richmond Rugby and Nicknames

2007-09-08T14:53:00.000-04:00

Richmond Rugby
And
Nick Names

It was Richmond Rugby , up the Canal Bank
Where we gathered together, all in a rank
This was the field, where they tested your mettle
To get a place on the team and to check your fettle

It was here, where all the old stories were told
As Nick Names grew, and began their hold
There was Langer, and Auchnie, Bunty and Buller
With ,Goadie, Beefy, Wedger , and Dobber

Pudden, The Hawk, Maul and Maggett
Bullock, Gagga, Boxer and Blackie
With Spa and Bunkers, Jobber and Jogger
Maugwaw, little maugwaw,Connie Apples and Whacker

There were so many others, that I cannot remember
Who were at that field , on each September
To try out for the team, or give their support
To Richmond Rugby, their favorite Sport

Where are they now, ? You may friendly ask
That well may be, a saddening task
Many to America, where they became a Yank
But they never forget Richmond, Or the Canal Bank

Michael Christopher Daly
(Ducker)
Feb.12, 2006

My Pictures

2007-08-21T22:10:00.000-04:00

My Pictures

I gaze at pictures on my wall
Place d there for all to see
I watch them each and every day
All with a separate memory

They seem to move and come alive
Without any exaggeration
So I’m all intense, but I join in
With my creative imagination

Some are old in black and white
Very sharp on detail
Others of color that sometimes fade
Needing touching up to email

Each picture tells a tale
And relates it to ones mind
Time stood still for a moment
Captured for all mankind

It is so relaxing to sit here
And going back in time
With the help of all the pictures
I just become sublime

As friends drop in to say “Hello”
With their coats hung in the hall
The conversation stops, in awe
Of my pictures on the wall.

Michael Christopher Daly
Dec.23rd,2006

Distance

2006-07-04T09:24:00.000-04:00

“DISTANCE”

From there to here can be short or long
It’s a measurement , you see
For some people it must be exact
But it’s all the same to me

Distance is measured in many ways
And done in different styles
In America, it’s the time it takes
In Europe, it’s the miles

But no matter how we travel
By Land, or Sea or Air
The distance is the same, you see
From here to over there

So now consider the weather conditions
The wind, the rain and snow
And time becomes a problem
Depending which way you go

If the wind is blowing from here to there
And you’re coming from there to here
You know that you would be better off
If the wind was at your rear

But, if the wind is with you
And you’re going from here to there
You will travel the same amount of miles
But you will have some time to spare

Michael Christopher Daly
10/03/96

Excuses

2006-06-27T08:36:00.000-04:00

“EXCUSES”

T’WAS A RAINY AULD DAY
WITH THE WIND ACTING UP
T’WAS GOOD FOR NOTHING
EXCEPT TAKING A SUP

NO LIGHT IN THE SKY
JUST THAT COLD LOOKING GREY
SURE, YOU COULDN’T CUT TURF
OR BRING IN THE HAY

THE GOLF COURSE TOO SOGGY
AND WHO WOULD BOTHER PLAYING TENNIS
“SURE, T’IS A GREAT AULD DAY LADS”
“TO KNOCK DOWN A FEW GUINESS”

“BUT WHAT ABOUT EXERCISE”
‘CAUSE THAT STUFF FILLSYOU UP”
“WE’LL WORRY ABOUT THAT LATER’
WHEN THE WEATHER LETS UP

Michael Christopher Daly
5/21/94

The Message 9/11 Part Three

2006-06-25T16:04:00.000-04:00

“THE MESSAGE 9/11 PART THREE

I can see the smoke
And the waste that’s left
I can hear the forklifts
Screeching in the depths

I can see the rubble
Being carried away
I can see, and hear this
Every single day

But there is something else
That I cannot see
As my eyes reach the river
Heading out to sea

I cannot touch it
But I can feel it there
It sways back and forth
Up and down in the air

As I move away
It surrounds my being
As if to communicate
Without ever seeing

It does not scare me
I’m beginning to understand
They are aware of our grief
All over this land

The Message they’re sending
Is directed to us all
“THAT LIFE”, MUST GO ON
AND FOR US TO STAND TALL.

Michael Christopher Daly 10/30/2001

The Aftermath 9/11 Part Two

2006-06-24T15:48:00.000-04:00

‘THE AFTERMATH 9/11 PART TWO

Shattered dreams, against battered walls
And foundations swaying too
The problems that were huge to us
Don’t matter now, are few

Our way of life, our magnificent freedom
Has been tested to the core
And the shock waves are continuing
As the body count just soar

How many funerals can one attend
Before the tears are gone
How much sorrow must we bear
Before we right this wrong

We feel the pain and the misery
As if struck by the lightening rod
We question our very own beliefs
“OH, WHERE ON EARTH IS GOD”?

When everything is running smooth
We hardly ever turn to him
When there is an illness in the family
We place our call of help to him

When sudden death takes a loved one
We get angry with him
And when total tragedy strikes
We begin to disbelieve in him

This Tragedy is not of “God’s” doing
It is of and by the will of man
When Hate takes over his very soul
As only Hate can

So let’s bring justice to this act
And it must be our decision
To put an end to all of this
And an end to ‘TERRORISM”

Michael Christopher Daly 10/06/2001

"Terrorism", 9/11 Part One

2006-06-23T16:41:00.000-04:00

“TERRORISM”,9/11 PART ONE

Mouth open, Eyes focused, Heart pounding
How can this be true?
My television has gone plain crazy
With the most unrealistic view

Plumes of smoke are billowing
From the top of the North Twin Tower
As a plane, aimed directly at the building
Hits, Explodes, In Fire, Debris and Shower

Then another plane is in sight
“Now , wait a sec”, Where is it going”
To the Second Tower, going faster
With no attempt at slowing

“MY GOD”, It hits the South Tower
and the flames shoot out and in
In Religion, there’s a name for this
As it is the greatest sin

There is no denying Terrorism
Especially in this case
Their leader is well known to us
With his Satanic Bearded Face

We can’t say “GOD FORGIVE THEM”
FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO”
They knew “Damned Well” the outcome
And they celebrated it too

“Terrorism’s” easy to carry out
When it’s the only goal in life
When every fiber in one’s being
Is Hell Bent to Cause Such Strife

What kind of religious fanatics are they
Who are driven only by Hate
“WELL IT’S TIME NOW, AMERICA”
“WE MUST HELP THEM MEET THEIR FATE”

Michael Christopher Daly 9/11/2001

The Station

2006-06-22T20:46:00.000-04:00

“THE STATION”

As a young lad, I was drawn
To the Parnell Street Station
It was a busy place, with people
from all around the Nation

Porters to help with the luggage
Kept up a hectic pace
With Taxi’s lined up outside
to take you to any place

I used to work my way in
to get close to a train
There was that traveling smell
that massaged my brain

I cannot explain it
but it was everything to me
As I imagined the great trains
even crossing the Sea

Sure I would be traveling
with luggage as well
With money , no object
and stories to tell

I could stay there all day
if , I was left alone
But there was always some “Biddy” shouting
“Gowawn Kid”, “Gesh Away Home”

As a child, it was my getaway
that children always crave
When money’s kinda tight
with nary enough to save

But I traveled the World
In my first year as a teen
Sneaking into that train station
so as not to be seen

As my mind would take over
and the “All Aboard” was heard
I was off to a new World
Where My Dreams were deferred

Michael Christopher Daly Jan 8, 2001

Michael Collins

2006-06-21T09:21:00.000-04:00

“MICHAEL COLLINS”

“ You know who did it
Don’t you boy”
As you lay there on the ground
“ Did the bullet pass through?
Did it lodge inside?”
“ Did it come from a single sound”

“It was you, they chose to negotiate,
to set our Country free”
“ Knowing quite well the improbable’s
That this might never be”

“You know who did it, don’t you boy”
as the sweat mounts on your brow”
“You settled for 26 out of 32
t’was the best you could do for now”

“ The Brits, they lied, they cheated
To them we’re a secondary race”
“ And gave back 26 Counties
Knowing the trouble you’d face”

“You know who did it , don’t You Boy
it will never pass your lips”
“Cause you cannot speak and you look so weak
but it wasn’t the Bloody Brits”

“You know who did it , Don’t You Boy
they will never make amends”
“BUT YOU KNOW WHO DID IT
DON’T YOU BOY”
“THEY WERE ONCE YOUR OLD, OLD FRIENDS”

Michael Christopher Daly Nov. 1996

"Until Death Do Us Part"

2006-06-19T22:17:00.000-04:00

“UNTIL DEATH DO US PART”

She sat on the stool outside the Pubs door
It has to be now, can’t take it no more
She could hear him inside ,laughs galore
As the credit for food, was cut off at the store

The money he earned was spent on drink
She was out of her mind , at the edge, the brink
Fifteen years of marriage, last ten the worst
Marriage in hell, must have been cursed

What had she done to earn this strife
“ Until death do us part”, she said as a wife
Sent the children home, her mother was kind
As she sat on the stool settling her mind

No more meetings with clergy and friends
All’s said and done , no more amends
No more moving , from here to there
Questioning religion , no more prayer

She fondled the revolver that lay on her lap
As he came through the door, a drunken sap
His fist hit her head, drove her across the street
And she struggled somewhat , to get on her feet

On her knees she aimed and the shot rang out
He dropped straight down without even a shout
Now she sits in the court house awaiting the end
Is a death sentence waiting, just round the bend

As she sat with council, quiet and tense
The foreman shouted “Not Guilty”, It was Self Defense”

m.c.d. 02/10/06

Gather the Roses

2006-06-17T20:14:00.000-04:00

Gather The Roses

Gather the roses, one at a time
Pick only the best and make it nine

They’ve got to be fresh, like after the rain
And have that aroma, just like their name

Gather the roses, don’t rush, take care
They’re for someone special, someone so rare

Life has been hard in recent years
That caused her pain and led to tears

Gather the roses, with thorns all gone
Let the stems be clear and nine inches long

Price doesn’t matter, I must banish her pain
I hope she’ll forgive me and love me again

Gather the roses, just nine inches long
Roses so beautiful, with their own love song

Wrap them carefully, be gentle and kind
Because no other love is on my mind

Gather the roses, not jewels, not fur
Roses so precious, just like her

© 2004 by Michael C. Daly. All rights reserved

A Limerick, 5

2006-06-14T21:53:00.000-04:00

“A LIMERICK, 5"

There was a young man from Carmel
Who made love with every Belle

Till a voice from a cloud
Spoke out quite loud

With directions to a place called hell

My BSA Bantam

2006-06-10T09:05:00.000-04:00

“MY BSA BANTAM”

On the Dublin Road, there was many a Bar
There was no speed limit and hardly a Car
Wide and sheik, with a black tar face
Straight as an arrow, with plenty of space

A mighty roadway, to start a hike
But to me it was built, for my Bantam Bike
Out of our house, on St. Lelia Street
I rolled that bike, looking very neat

I stood awhile, to let the people see
This mechanized machine, belonged to me
I straddled the saddle, ready for the day
It was me and Bantam, built by BSA

What a year that was, Nineteen Fifty Four
Who knew that two years later, I’d be at America’s Door
But for now ‘twas the road, that lead everywhere
So I left my scarf flow and let the Devil take care

I had many a friend on the back of that bike
As we traveled to places, Too far for a hike
It was my magic carpet , that flew with the wind
Some times I just hoped , It would never end.

m.c.d. Jan. 1, 2006

The Shannon Banks

2006-06-09T11:41:00.000-04:00

THE SHANNON BANKS

So many times I have given thanks
To have walked along the Shannon Banks
To smell the scent of new mowed hay
As it caught the nostrils along the way

The Canal Bank was the starting block
Where the tugs pulled in beside the dock
To drop off their wares in the Barrel Yard
With kegs of Guinness held in high regard

At the Second Bridge a platform of stone
Stretched into the river, it’s use well known
It could be your first swim and it usually was
Just dive off the stone after heavenly pause

Across the way was Hayes’s field
And the best of Mushrooms it did yield
In the early morning you could take a dip
And put all the mushrooms in a pillow slip

There was the Third Bridge and Groody as well
Where one could sit and rest for a spell
I shed a tear when memories recall
All the good things we had with little at all

We got along with our friends ,no need for a gang
Done the best we could when the School Bell rang
Now I Dream of things so far , far, away
And thank the Lord for allowing me, so many a day

m.c.d.Dec. 8,2005

"Dickie"

2006-06-05T08:26:00.000-04:00

“DICKIE”

( Ode to a fellow Limerickman)

I tip my hat and raise my glass
and whisper a prayer to God
I do so in a quiet mannered way
in the hope that the Lord might nod

Acknowledge the man, who left behind
the life he loved so dear
Condemn his faults, they were not so bad
as his contributions deserve a “Cheer”

A mans man is what he was
courageous, ambitious too
A gifted talent belonged to him
that he shared with me and you

A striking appearance, with a rugged look
and eyes that smiled at will
He became a star in the profession he chose
and the void will be hard to fill

“Oh” Richard Harris, how we envied you
in your role of Rugby Strife
It suited you and you made your mark
as the lead in “This Sporting Life”

As time flashed by you achieved more fame
on the screen and stage as well
‘Till you heard the call that comes to us all
which takes us away from hell

So above the clouds, you’ll be welcome there
as you were in “The Auld Sod”
And I tip my hat and raise my glass
As I whisper a prayer to God.

“Good Night Richard (Dickie) Harris “

Michael C. Daly
Pearl River , New York.