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Feel Them Roar

Feel Them Roar They’ll huddle on crowdless platforms, alone. Or on decks that are windswept, without cry or moan It’s daunting, on boat rides, with noone that cares. As rain falls and winds blow, They’re tired, they’re scared. With illness, with secrets, nobody to tell, A foreign land waits, There’ll be whispers, not yells. They’re…

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Boy of the Bowery

’m a boy of the Bowery, I’ve nowhere else to go, I’ll end up on Hart Island, In the sun, the rain, the snow. 2nd Verse I came to New York City, A young man with hopes and dreams, But all I’ve got’s the Bowery, With its nightmares and its screams, Chorus And its hail…

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The Boys on the Benches

The Boys on the Benches I’d see them in springtime, the summer, the fall, In winter, when sunlight’s reduced to a crawl. In mornings, when rushing, during afternoon walks, The boys on the benches, enjoying their talks. I’d see them, I’d nod, a brief chat or a wave, And think of their histories, and all…

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Empty Nest/Missed Flight

Missed Flight An immigrant’s nightmare, That phone call we dread, Whether out at a movie, Or wrapped up in bed. A quest to go home, To go book that next flight No chance for advice, Or to turn wrongs to right. Things will be abandoned, Planning futures so strange, A last minute trip scheduled, To…

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Lyra

Lived with the words, and worked with the pen,
Murdered by cowards, not heroes, not men.

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Ana

Ana When Mothers are lucky, their boys become men. But some don’t quite make it, no why, how or when. With fortunate fathers, of daughters with dreams, They’ll think of the wonders, not horrors or screams. It happens in cities, in London, New York. Not our little suburbs, of Dublin and Cork. Never our doorstep,…

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Big Hand, Little Hands.

Will this be the day, when he pulls his hand away, And decides to walk on like a man. No longer a baby, nor a toddler but maybe, I’ll hold on as long as I can. With the passing of years, and the changing of gears, As the journey from childhood moves quicker, He’ll turn…

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Orlando 5-0  

A man, and another, a song, a dancefloor. A man, and his lover, a gunshot, a roar. A man, he’s a brother, a nephew, a friend. A man, of a mother, not his time to end. It’s senseless, it’s ludicrous, we’re angry, we’ll cry, It’s happening, and America’s too tired to ask why, It’s schoolkids,…

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Always Faithful, Always Loyal*

His eyes have closed, He’s resting now, And from this world, He takes his bow. We think of the things he has done, That he’s seen. This brother, this father, This son, this Marine. A mysterious man, unlike so many others, At ease when with family or his Band of Brothers. A humble individual, without…

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Where Oscar Rests (A Tribute to Paris).

There’s a tower over there, where lovers propose, And barges filled with tourists, where a famous river flows. An historic painted lady with an enigmatic smile, For now, they’ll take a back seat, as we stop and mourn a while. An Irish wit, a French chanteuse, a US lizard king, Resting for eternity, with millions…

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