Many Years Ago

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

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

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

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

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

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"

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)

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

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"

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"

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

"A Limerick"

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

Did You Do It?

Did it ever happen to you

Strolling streets where you were born

Strangers getting your attention

By blowing on their horn

Asking for directions

Of a street you did not know

So you gave instructions

On which way that they should go

They thanked you for your help

And drove away content

Because the Village idiot

Couldn’t stand embarrassment

You could have said “I’m sorry,

I don’t recognize that street ”

But you had to look intelligent

And hide your indiscreet

Many years has past since then

Yet it has always crossed my mind

How could I have done such a thing

It was Oh so very unkind

To put them on a merry go round

And act just like a fool

It might be just the reason why

Later on, I returned to school

m.c.d6,2006

"Beliefs"

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

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

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

Michael Christopher Daly
1993

"Vampire"

The traveler arrived in the dark of night With no sound to his feet and the sun out of sight Impeccably clad, in tails and bow tie Not making acquaintances, he appeared quite shy He asked for a room with a deep baritone voice Close to the cellar was his first choice His baggage would follow, sometime in the morn The register didn't show, where he was born He turned down an offer to have some food Said he would drink later, when he'd be in the mood With a swish of his cape he bid them godnight And he left through the door, a swaggering sight The following morn, the town was in grief When a young lady's body, was found by a thief No blood anywhere,not even a speck But two little holes in the back of her neck Later that day, when the sun had gone down Very little people could be seen in the town The traveler came up, from the cellar below No longer pale faced, he was all aglow He said very little as he ordered red wine Just a business meeting around about nine He took long strides as he walked out of sight Knowing it was here, that he had his first bite Michael Christopher Daly 2005

The Golfer

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

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

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

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

Michael Christopher Daly
2005

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