The Political Circus

I am so tired of Politicians and Politics Journalists and talking heads Speech writers and Advisors Hardly sleeping in their beds The Unions forcing their members To vote for the Unions choice And if they don’t, they might loose their jobs So, that’s not very nice The bickering of all the candidates Digging for dirt on one another It’s hard to tell as they spit it out If they even had love for their mother I’m tired of listening to their buzz words “I’m for Change and I’m for Hope” Don’t ask them what they mean by that If you accept it, you’re the dope Some changes that I would like to see So that we can elect the best Is to cut the number of candidates And they must pass a test They must have a solid background In Government and Global Affairs And show a voting record Of an individual who really cares There should be a spending limit Each candidate’s limit the same Let’s stop this buying the position Let’s stop this wasteful game We need the best candidate we can get It shouldn’t take two years of poles To bring one individual from each party To lay before us, their Parties goals What we don’t need in the White House now Is someone who will be a Resident What we do need in the Whitehouse now Is a man who will be “OUR PRESIDENT”? Michael Christopher Daly: Jan.24, 2008

When It's Time

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

"HELLO AMERICA"

When I stepped off The Ivernia, in Feb.1956 New York displayed the flavor of, its international mix The liner had docked a little late, at Pier Fifty Two And I stood and stared, as all emigrants do People standing by baggage, were all over the place Trying to recognize or be recognized, by a familiar face With my Irish Tweed Overcoat and x-rays under my arm I began to realize, I had little to offer with my Irish Charm A few moments before, coming up the Hudson River The Magestic Statue Of Liberty made my body quiver The Skyscrapers I saw in the movies, were looking down on me And I realized some more, as to how small I could really be Then I saw who I was looking for, things began to ease Arms stretched around each other, enjoying and Irish Squeeze Nora, had a tear in her eye and I must say, so did I Two long years had past, when we said “Goodbye” People still running both on and off the boat There was I with my love and my Irish Tweed Overcoat The day was ending fast, as our cab sped up the Highway I was twisting my neck, wanting to see each and every byway I looked at Nora’s eyes, as she looked back at mine We didn’t have to say a word, our eyes were doing fine My window faced the river, lying as quiet as any lake Reflecting brilliant lights of a bridge, I thought was fake Suddenly, that bridge was in view and it took my breath away I told myself, I could make it here, on this, my very first day This is just my memory, embedded forever, in my mind I love you New York City, for being so helpful and so kind Michael Christopher Daly October 8th, 2007

"Old Lovers

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

'THE BLISTER SISTERS"

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

Think About It

I awoke with a start and looked all around I found nothing stirring, to go with the sound I looked through my window, ugly with bars I look toward the sky, without any stars Sleep had left me, through the darkness I stared Left my mind wonder, as much as I dared I remember sthe times when there was no fear No need for protection, when someone came near I remember , but vaguely a prayer in the school Was his name God? or am I just a fool There was also a flag and a pledge of support That also disappeared, with the help of the court There's that sound again, it seems outside "AH" it's good I know , to be inside His voice I can hear"Let in, please help me" " I've been stabbed in the back, Someone ,please help me" You're a fool ,my man you cry on deaf ears No one helps anyone, for years and years Now , it's quiet outside, he must be dead To go outside at night, he was crazy in the head Who does one turn to,at a time like now When to exist is a problem, of just plain how There must be someone, far or near to this sod "AH Yes, now I remember IT'S GOD," ..... "GOD" ....."GOD" Michael Christopher Daly Aug. 1955

Think About It

The Golden Years

All through life, certain things remain Death and paying taxes, play together in this game Our youth is spent so fearlessly, we live without a care Enjoyment is the nectar sought, to answer any dare The early years pass so fast, we never stop to think Of all things we need to know because we're in the pink We work and save for the future, to retire in the Golden Years Then to have fun and frolic, in the sun amid our peers We have gained all the knowledge, all we can about life Saved enough to cover ourselves, from any upcoming strife Yes we have covered ourselves the best way that we could But did we really cover ourselves, as fully as we should To know for sure about the Golden Years, You need to talk with "God" If you do so he will answer you and then give you the nod You'll awake anew in the promised land and he will wipe away your tears It is there, you see, you will understand, when and what are "THE GOLDEN YEARS" Michael Christopher Daly Dec. 26, 2005

"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"

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

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

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

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

Michael Christopher Daly
10/23/66

"Simple Things"

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

"I'll Be Here"

If it's far away you are

If you're enjoying and auld jar

Remember me

If talking to old friends

Or suffering from the bends

Remember me

Don't let sadness make you frown

Don't let madness take you down

Remember me

Don't let winter storms depress

Don't get carried away with stress

Remember me

I will be there for you, friend

I promise you

I will do whatever it takes

To comfort you

I will take that extra step

to make it right for you

I will pray to the heavenly God

It that's OK with you

Now, You have a friend

You can call me without fear

I am not that far away

In fact, I am right here

Michael Christopher Daly

Dec. 18th,2004

We Need Friends

WE NEED FRIENDS Sometimes we find it hard, when friends have gone away You have no one to speak with, especially, on a Winter Day. It is then the mind takes over, as it erupts inside our dome. It arouses all the fear we have, when we sit there all alone. Well, we have the television and so many books to read It makes it hard to focus, when you find it hard to breathe ”Who can you call if things get out of hand” Who can you rely on, when you need a helping hand? Too many times in life, we move to different places For a while we write each other, remembering the faces Then we seem to drift away, with so many things to do And contact becomes rare r, as you forget those you knew Take out your address book, that’s been filed away for ages Take your time go through it, by reading all the pages Now pick up the telephone and begin to make a call To all old friends you find there, who are waiting on your call Sometimes we find it hard, when friends have gone away And you have no one to speak with, especially on a Winter Day So use the tools God gave you, pick up the phone and call And friendships will be rekindled and shared by one and all Michael Christopher Daly Oct. 28, 2007

Beware Of The Gamble

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

“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

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

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

“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

“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