Late night Shopping © Tony Fallon 013018

Late night Shopping © Tony Fallon 013018

Three nights ago I was shopping at Walmart

The woman behind let go an awful fart

I wouldn’t be surprised if she messed her jeans

Probably for dinner she ate a lot of beans

The teenager with her was red as a rose

As she walked away she was holding her nose

Most of those behind were in reverse

Some of the comments were downright perverse

One little old man said that’s some fart

I’m surprised it didn’t melt the paint on the cart

She gave this poor man a look that could kill

And her shopping cart she started to un fill

I still had to pay I was soon almost alone

The cashier the customer and I in a smelly zone

I pitied the poor cashier the most

She’d be fired if she left her post

She did get on the intercom with an earnest plea

“There appears to be a spill at register three”

The maintenance man came over and he gasped

“What the hell happened here?”he rasped

Oh mon Dieui”he said “pardon my French

Gallons of Jaye’s Fluid couldn’t kill this stench

There is something rotten other than in Denmark

For God’s sake don’t light a cigarette or cause a spark”

So I turned on my heel and left everything on the belt

When I got outside you can’t believe how good I felt

To find out what had happened I called back later

Now every maintenance man gets a free respirator

The worse case scenario there is the possibility

That this poor man will be charged with hostility.

The Ocean between us © Tony Fallon012918.

The Ocean between us © Tony Fallon012918.

The Atlantic Ocean is between us just three thousand miles

A place just outside Thurles Ireland west of the British Isles

But there is more than three thousand miles between

The Mayo barman in New York and his Tipperary Queen

If the only thing was water that was keeping me at bay

I’d be back home in the morning in Tipperary so far away

My buddies and I were touring and were in a bar one night

I spied the maid behind the bar it was true love at first sight

What an incredible family they were like a loving mob

And I loved them even more when the father offered me a job

Well I never went back to Mayo next year she was my bride

My mother came from Achill and like all mothers she cried

Things were going so well until one night I drank poteen

Sometime after midnight who showed up but my sister in law Jean

I don’t know what questions I asked I don’t know what I said

But when I woke next morning I was in the wrong sister’s bed

This guaranteed a family row and all options were discussed

She said if you couldn’t even trust us two who could she trust

I suggested I be banished for a while to Dublin or Cork

She said Dublin wouldn’t be far enough but how about New York

So now I’m a block away for Broadway living the life of a monk

With my beautiful bride in Ireland I don’t trust myself to get drunk

I don’t know how long will be my exile but I’m full of remorse

And I know she’ll forgive me because she doesn’t believe in divorce

Barbie © Tony Fallon 012818

Barbie © Tony Fallon 012818

I know of a girl named Barbie

Who came from the town of Upper Darby

Not too far from the town of Monroe

But much closer to the hills of Pocono

She has a smile like Mia Farrow

And a better figure than Marilyn Monroe

Often her shoes are thrown on the floor

And all her clothes aren’t in the drawer

She has set ups for almost any occasion

Even for Holy Communion and confirmation

She’s still single and popular with men

And she has a long term boyfriend named Ken

That’s the kind of girl should be wined and dined

Because she’s a real doll at least in my mind

I don’t know what’s going on in that man’s head

He should pop the question and get her into bed

There can’t be much ticking on her biological clock

It’s time to be thinking of starting a little flock

All it will take is diet chocolate and a red rose

And you’ll never have to buy her any more clothes

The Super Bowl © Tony Fallon 012718

The Super Bowl © Tony Fallon 012718

Super Bowl is next Sunday, the biggest game of all

The final game of the season that started in the fall

There are more concussions yearly than in the Roman coliseum

Dead player’s brains are studied in labs soon in the museum

We in the state of New York were in for some surprises

At least the Giant players should all be wearing disguises

The Jets surprised many with old players and new skills

Rex Ryan got fired too soon to take any credit for the Bills

All eyes on Sunday will be trained on the legend Brady

And Belichick will be watched in case of anything shady

It will be so exciting to see the kickoff receiver go dashing

Meanwhile after the huddle all the bodies take a trashing

Dirty players go for the head other time a player’s knee

And when Brady wins he gets congratulated by the referee

The game will be played regardless of wind or showers

Supposed to last sixty minutes it’ll be more like four hours

The most exciting part occurs after the two minute warning

Six time outs and out of bounds it could end Monday morning

The commissioner and New England are engaged in a quarrel

It will surely bother Goodell to give Brady one more laurel

But after all the hoopla and this Super Bowl is long forgotten

Goodell gets fifty mills a year and old players are treated rotten

They often have to fight the league for money for repairs

Spending time in assisted living sitting in wheel chairs

Doped up on pills and powerful drugs to minimize their pains

On the days they are lucid they brag about their own campaigns

To love or not to Love © Tony Fallon 012718

To love or not to Love © Tony Fallon 012718

Of all the people I have met you came up as the best

You were a late arrival but you passed the test

From that first moment I certainly was impressed

By your bearing and how clearly you expressed

Where you were going and where you had been

I was falling in love with the heart that beat within

They say the fifth romance breaks all evil spells

And that both people should hear magic ringing bells

I asked you how you felt I knew you’d be sincere

You said things were going way too fast and you felt some fear

You came to visit cousins with no thoughts of romance

And you didn’t believe in falling in love at first glance

I reminded you I wasn’t pressuring just a conversation

But I reminder you I liked you from my first observation

You said you were very afraid of issues that could occur

And you never made important decisions on a moment’s spur

I asked “Can we go some other place” and you said “I can’t”

You wouldn’t leave your cousins you had promised your aunt

I told you, you could call me all night long you had my number

I would be thinking of you and I doubted I would slumber

I told you I had to leave there even thought for you I yearned

And I hoped we’d get together for a meal if you ever returned

Well I stopped to get a few beers and now I think my future is blown

 Mamma says her nota understand some crazy girl ona the phone

Disappointment © Tony Fallon 012618

Disappointment © Tony Fallon 012618

Today a lovely tradition came to a screeching end

I can’t send a Happy Birthday wish to enemy or friend

Last week Face book said they thought it was a scam

And sent me a message to verify it was not Spam

They seemed to believe me with my honest quick reply

And I was so relieved to no longer be treated like a gadfly

So every morning the greeting went out I was never late

And for a few carefree days the warning did not activate

I tried my best this morning to send this daily greeting

I’m not trying to sell stuff so they can’t say I am cheating

The video went out all right to all the lovely ladies fair

I tried to send the poem to men it wouldn’t let me share

I may be able to send it as a message that’s what I’m guessing

 I’ll find a way…. they don’t know with whom they’re messing

It’s Hard To See.(c) Tony Fallon 012518

It’s Hard To See.(c) Tony Fallon 012518

It’s hard to see the picture if you don’t open up your eyes

When you listen hard enough you often get a big surprise

It’s hard to hear what other say if your mouth is in motion

And you don’t believe the rumors about the Arctic Ocean

So now we know listening can lead to a reevaluation

That’s a rule should be applied to leaders of our nation

Paying more attention you might find you are often wrong

Even if the other persons name is Mary or Jose or Chong

If you are always tweeting then it can’t all be fake news

And your opinions and rants are daily page one reviews

If those in the circle disagree and are fired or demoted

The ones who once hated in fright turn and become devoted

There are many who agree we need a slight turn to the right

It would have been done a little kinder by dear old Dwight

Wall Street is lapping up their major surprising stock upturn

But only the rich are getting richer a cause of major concern

The poor and destitute will always be and the middle class

Compared to the super rich the other three are lame contrasts

Eisenhower Churchill Kennedy Nixon and Charles De Gaulle

Were not in favor of building but in tearing down an evil wall

The Necklace © Tony Fallon012418

The Necklace © Tony Fallon012418

They said that she was reckless

Stole a very expensive necklace

Didn’t care about the consequences

Didn’t care about bail expenses

No one came to put up her bail

So she wound up in jail

There she had to wear a bandana

For breakfast only one banana

She only had one phone call a week

And only allowed five minutes to speak

The guards were in a quandary

Should they allow her in the laundry?

There she wrote some sexy verses

About what doctors do to nurses

At the local hospital pandemonium

A doctor’s suicide with plutonium

The whole town was shocked

Why wasn’t the plutonium locked

All this could have been prevented

If this girl had been contented

So all you guys with flashy girls

Just buy them a string of pearls

The Radio Play © Tony Fallon 012318

The Radio Play © Tony Fallon 012318

Tonight I’m auditioning for a radio play

Which will be broadcast next Tuesday

Each person does their own vocal

The topic has to be very local

Short stories will be the norm

But I’m allowed to use poetry form

I’ll recite about a man from near the Suck

Who showed in America a whole lot of pluck

Blinded in New York in an accident

He moved on despite this incident
Up in the Catskills he started farming

All who met him called him Prince Charming

For he never lost his lovely Irish brogue

Many said he was a Roscommon rogue

When he started farming many were in shock

They said how could a blind man handle stock

Starting off with ten hens he had eggs

Which he brought to town on steady legs

The income wasn’t much but provided daily bread

An to keep his clothes in order a needle and thread

A rabbit now and then provided meat

And he cut up fallen trees for winter heat

From breeding he soon had a large chicken flock

And to keep the chickens happy he bought a cock

Then he bought a cow and soon he had eight

And had the cleanest dairy in New York State

Joe always had a loving dog and he was protective

Trained by him they were all very effective

All kinds of animals loved this gentle man

Neighbors were good he had no pension plan

Signs on the road said Watch out for Blind Joe

Grownups talk of meeting him fifty years ago

He lived more than eighty years on this earth

And never did return to the land of his birth

Some people think the story of Joe is just a tale

But Joe would rather fight than quit a stubborn Irish Gael

The next generation © Tony Fallon 012118.

The next generation © Tony Fallon 012118.

I certainly don’t wish I was a teen

Growing up in a world that sometimes is mean

Religion is dead the poor we can’t feed

Money, money, greed, greed

Dig for gas poison the water

Go to Africa innocent animals to slaughter

We have no fish in lakes we dump in the seas

We see no butterflies we see no bees

Everybody racing headlong haste, haste

We are running out of room to put our waste

The politicians are no better than racketeers

Knowing this is dangerous for many years

But to the next generations this is now endowed

We should be ashamed we should not be proud

Global warming is denied by men with brains

But we have droughts and hurricanes

Will foreign fields be enriched with blood?

Will young men be left to die in mud?

Our leaders want war but they won’t die

Millions of mothers will once more cry

I wish we had leaders who would think of salvation

No I don’t want to be part of the next generation

The Child in me © Tony Fallon 012218

The Child in me © Tony Fallon 012218

It’s been a long time since I was a child

But memories of then in my brain is filed

I certainly did not grow up rich

But we had food and knew our niche

Very few can become rich overnight

So you went your way and was polite

I don’t remember my younger days

That certainly was a carefree phase

Except that I had to wear stupid glasses

Before I attended my first school classes

Glasses and I certainly did not agree

So for a few years I was glasses free

Then the teacher insisted I check my eyes

I was back with glasses to no ones surprise

Shortly after I was in the Mater in a bed

With bandages wrapped around my head.

From Roscommon the distance was vast

It would be almost as easy to get to Belfast

Two weeks in bed that was their plan

A ten year old having to use a bed pan

Three lonely weeks I somehow endured

And I prayed to God my eyes were cured

Then one night without any kind of review

I was sent back home with an ambulance crew

You can only imagine my mother’s surprise

We were both so happy like we had won a prize

So after years of testing scares and frights

None of it helped my eyes or my sight

So that’s why today I’m still wearing glasses

And it is true no pretty girls ever make passes.

Miss Kathleen McGee © Tony Fallon 012018.

Miss Kathleen McGee © Tony Fallon 012018.

Miss Kathleen McGee came from the town of Tralee

And she was one of a kind

She was very pretty and she also was witty

And she drove all the boys out of their mind

She could sing and dance and melt hearts with a glance

She could raise the low pressure of blood

She was light on her feet when she walked on the street

Boys would gladly lay down their jackets in mud

It was no big news that she didn’t drink booze

She could have all the free soda she wanted

I asked her to dance with thoughts of romance

We only had only one now I’m haunted

Next day on my mare I was on the way to Kenmare

And I stopped into her mother and dad

I said I have plenty of land and I want your daughter’s hand

I play music and sing both popular and trad

He was balling his fist he said does she know you exist

That sure took me down a big peg

I didn’t want to get excited I felt like I’d been indicted

And I certainly did not want to beg

He said she had suitors in person and on computers

That was the end of my presentation

He didn’t say yes so I would have to guess

He didn’t care so I rode away in frustration

The Operation © Tony Fallon 011918

The Operation © Tony Fallon 011918

When I was only thirty five my system took a shock

I walked to the beach one day little more than a block

Even though I wasn’t that old you never know what’s in store

It took me twenty terrifying days to come back to my door

I was playing soccer with my sons and I fell like I was dead

Five day later with my family around I awoke in a hospital bed

They said I had suffered an aneurysm and they’d have to operate

So they took me by ambulance to New York where I had to wait

The operation was very new at the time and under strict analysis

One of the major side effects was partial or total paralysis

For many, many hours I was in the operating room in a trance

They asked me to wriggle my toes later they all began to dance

They were feeding me tablets one day a hundred and twenty eight

Meanwhile I was walking round about and could not walk straight

This latest development was to all the doctors quite shocking

They cut back on injections and I was once more straight walking

I never will forget the day I came home in the morning hours

Seeds I had sown weeks ago welcomed me as full grown flowers

I consider my self so lucky to have a life which I consider new

No matter how important we are we are only passing through

The Daily News © Tony Fallon 011818

The Daily News © Tony Fallon 011818

Every morning I go out and buy the Daily News

To get the sports results and the editorial views

It has news of Flushing, Brooklyn and Bayside

Inwood and Long Beach where I used to reside

It also carries the going on of our so called leaders

This seems to be of great interest to the readers

Reading Dolores O’Riordan death was a real shocker

Only forty six years old Ireland greatest ever rocker

Forest fires snowstorms mud slides and hurricanes

Starving children in a basement tied up in chains

While our president keeps acting more bizarre

Once a new dad he hooked up with a porn star

Comments made about certain countries that stink

Are forgotten by his buddies in an instant blink

In the sports section half are suppose to be winners

But in that section now there are many sinners

Many athletes being disqualified for using drugs

Coaches and manager planting cameras and bugs

On face book and twitter there are racial rants

And some of the coaches can’t keep on their pants

Alas the sports pages are no longer newsy or amusing

Even Olympic doctors think nothing of sexual abusing

Are we moving forward or headed back to the dark ages

It’s hard to tell if you read all the daily newspaper pages.

My Love © Tony Fallon 011718

My Love © Tony Fallon 011718

The love I have I have for thee

When shall we meet one two three

The longer we are apart

The stronger the love grows in my heart

You told me to find another

I did not even bother

You and I the perfect pair

My broken heart needs repair

January Storm © Tony Fallon 011618

January Storm © Tony Fallon 011618

I haven’t gone out my back door since seventeen

And probably won’t again until the grass turns green

There’s ice on the deck there’s more ice on the stairs

I’m a prisoner in my apartment a terrible state of affairs

I happen to be in the back apartment above my little store

So if I use the emergency exit I can get out and in that door

I don’t park my van in my yard because I’d feel like an ass

If I couldn’t get out my driveway which is like a sheet of glass

The temperature doesn’t go over freezing either day or night

The north wind blowing down the street has a terrible bite

And to keep us miserable the forecast says at least two weeks

Meanwhile if you look there’s snow on all the Catskill peaks

When the temperature plunged nightly pipes got frozen water

All those frozen pipes will burst when the weather gets hotter

Three weeks from now when it goes up to sixty five degrees

Homeowners will be in the basement water up to their knees

A radiator exploded on me one night about three years ago

But I own a Hardware Store and had the tools to stop the flow

I was talking to a fellow today with the weather he is annoyed

He’s sleeping in the kitchen his carpets are all destroyed.

There’s ice on the sidewalk that I swear is a strong as asphalt

And it won’t even start melting after a forty pound bag of salt

Yesterday to melt the ice accumulating on my front porch

I had to go out and melt it with a mechanics acetylene torch

Up to ten inches promised tonight I’m stuck at home base

I have apple pie and ice cream soon I’ll be feeding my face

I don’t even switch on the radio to hear another weather report

I’m irritable and cranky not at all my usual pleasing comport

My first home ©Tony Fallon 011518

My first home ©Tony Fallon 011518

Memories of my first home remain with me

Thousands of miles across the sea

Far too many to fit on one small page

So what I leave out I’ll have to gauge

At one I was in hospital and always had a fear

That one day both my parents would disappear

I also was troubled with being lazy eyed

So on my good one a black patch was applied

All that accomplished was trips and falls

Falling down steps and running into walls

I had an operation which was very complex

It sure didn’t help I’m still wearing specs

I played some football and oft took the hurl

But at dancing I’d get dizzy if I tried to whirl.

I remember days when we went to the bog

In our house we always had one cat and dog

The three miles to school was a bit of a hike

But we had great fun in the lake catching pike

I’ll never forget the fresh water from the well

And two times a day hearing the angelus bell

I’ll never forget the sound of a steam train

Or the first time in the sky that I saw a plane

My mother put green apples in a cock of hay

And froze getting potatoes out of a pit of clay

The turkeys and hens were always looking for food

And we laughed as the cow chewed and chewed

Far away from the drudgery of farming I can’t explain

How I can remember the sunshine but not the rain

The home life © Tony Fallon 011418.

The home life © Tony Fallon 011418.

I’m three thousand miles from Erin’s isle because of immigration

But the home I left behind needs no photo or fancy illustration

Far out in the country many miles from the nearest town

In Barnacullen Rahara where my parents settled down

Rahara Parish was two Irish words which in English is high place

We were the last house in the Parish with loads of open space

Our neighbors were spaced far apart in our fair sized village

When I was growing up there was cattle sheep and tillage

It was in a little valley right in front of a turlough lake

There was fresh fish in the summer in the winter duck and drake

My Father was a builder who built houses walls and tanks

And often fixed up old family houses for returning yanks

Many of my days of youth were spent on building sites

And the two of us would be cycling home with no bicycle lights

That always bothered me that batteries cost so many shillings

Luckily there were not many cars or there would be many more killings

In our neighbors field there was a big unfinished water tank

I went into it once for a ball if there was water I’d have sank

But I couldn’t get out of the empty tank for my age I wasn’t tall

And no matter how I tried I couldn’t grab the top of the wall

Then I remembered the story of the half jar of water and the bird

And started gathering small stones in case I’d never be heard

I’m sure you realize by now that I finally got out and went home

If I didn’t and nobody found me you wouldn’t be reading this poem.

Another cold day © Tony Fallon 011318

Another cold day © Tony Fallon 011318

Yesterday the rain came pouring down

And melted all the snow in our town

If we thought it was spring we have to think twice

Today all the streets are covered in ice

On radio and TV there are constant reports

About how they cancelled all outdoor sports.

Some announcers often give rather wild predictions

About the Governor implementing travel restrictions

From the rain and melting some drains overflowed

And last night for a while again it snowed

Then the thermometer fell as fast as a rock

The sidewalks are treacherous if you try to walk

The temperature is fast approaching frigid

The ice on my windshield is thick and rigid

The doors wouldn’t open there was icy seals

The car wouldn’t move with ice under the wheels

Vehicular traffic has practically come to a halt

There are big trucks plowing and spreading salt

Yesterday I should have shopped but I waited

And now today I’m at home hungry and isolated.

I do not live (C) TonyFallon011517

I do not live (C) TonyFallon011517

I do not live in Ireland anymore
I was sad when I left old Eireann’s shore
I left behind a girl that I adore
Not to go and leave her she did implore
So you can guess I don’t live in Tullamore
I don’t know if I told you this before
I started out to go to Baltimore
But in Cairo bought a Hardware Store
At nine o’clock I open up the door
Please come in some day and explore
I have many kinds of bits if you want to bore
And gouging chisels when you want to gore
I have new overalls when the old ones are wore
And new gloves when the old ones are tore
I have gallons of paint to brighten your decor
Made in the factory of mister Benny Moore
I also have old stuff that you’ll adore
It won’t take long I only have one floor
And you get a discount if you buy a score
Service is not like it was in days of yore
I have four broken ribs and they are sore
The pain is so awful I sometimes have to roar
But I carry on just like a brave old troubadour
I often think of closing up at half past four
And flying off to somewhere warm like Equador

The Sleeper© Tony Fallon 72117

The Sleeper© Tony Fallon 72117


I was on my daily run when the rain came pouring down
I found the only bus shelter on that side of our town
One pane of glass was missing the others full of signs
Very vulgar sayings and very demeaning designs
I wondered who displayed his anger on such a public stage
I wonder what woman wounded him to cause so much rage
I would not like to meet someone with such hateful passion
Would he one day be on page one as a local assassin?
Those were the thoughts in my mind as I slowly nodded off
It seemed like only seconds when I was awakened by a cough
I was in the middle of a dream of being tied up with cord
And this madman hacking me with this monstrous sword
I jumped up from the seat and started yelling and screaming
I felt like a fool when I realized that I was only dreaming.
The police woman ten feet away hoped that I was rested
In the back seat of her car was a man she had just arrested
He was a local man who had grown up loud and mean
He was taking pictures of me when she arrived on the scene
That he had other plans for me in her mind there was no doubt
The tools in the bag he was carrying were not those of a boy scout
If she hadn’t come on the scene she knew what he would have done
And the next day my picture would have been on page one.

The Journey © Tony Fallon.10917

The Journey © Tony Fallon.10917


Remember the day so long ago we set out on our expedition
To sail into uncharted waters was our families’ tradition
You said you’d be mine forever I said I’d be forever yours
My promise hasn’t wavered my love for you still endures
When we started on this journey we often felt alone
Now our family is all around us so many fully grown
The pictures remind us of the memories we’ve amassed
And also remind us of how quickly years have passed
We needed the wisdom of Job and the insights of Freud
To keep this marriage of ours from being easily destroyed
We often drove each other crazy with our pains and aches
And during the first few years, we often made mistakes
But if you are going to be happy some sins you must ignore
Of be like other couples always angry and always at war
We each sacrificed to reach this really big milestone
The love we have for each other is now finely honed
If I’m away and think of you, my heart and soul are singing
To be with you is my most important reason to go on living
Whoever thought we would stay together for this occasion?
And have friends all around us to join in this celebration
And so we have gathered here again our vows to profess
And thank the Lord that as a family we have been blessed
So come join us at our Anniversary Mass and communion
And eat and drink happily and heartily at our family reunion

The Heart© Tony Fallon10917

The Heart© Tony Fallon10917

The heart you drew in my book was so finely traced
It looked like it was beating it wasn’t drawn in haste
You wrote the love in your heart would never be erased

I closed the book so quickly with my face turning red
If any other boy ever saw it I might as well be dead
They would surely tease me that we would soon be wed

But moments later I felt overcome with a feeling of joy
You could have chosen anyone but you picked me as your boy
The honor you had bestowed on me I could not openly enjoy

Yet this was awful sudden for a girl known as being sedate
We hadn’t even held hands once or gone out on a date
And I really didn’t want to be tied down at the age of eight.

I Wish © Tony Fallon 1/16/17

I Wish © Tony Fallon 1/16/17


I wish I had someone to love me to cook my breakfast and dinner
I’ve been alone for so long I should be getting thinner and thinner
But instead of getting thinner I seem to be putting on weight
I just can’t understand it I don’t put a big pile of food on my plate
Sausages and bacon may be part of our Irish tradition
But my friend Joan preaches against them for total lack of nutrition
She said in the morning I should be eating grain foods high in bran
And to stay far away from things that are fried in grease in a pan
Each morning I put loads of syrup on my pancakes and toast
When I go to the butcher I tell him I want plenty of fat on my roast
She said I should read labels for calories and other important facts
And try and eat apples and bananas instead of high salty snacks
Sure I never look at the labels I don’t pay that much attention
But she says if you eat salt it could give you hypertension
She recommends Lettuce and cabbage and everything green
Be incorporated into my afternoon and evening eating routine
She said I should drink water daily not less than two whole quarts
It really didn’t matter whether it was domestic or it was imports
She said there is far less sugar in Gatorade than in a bottle of coke
And if I ever eat a fried egg I should throw out the yolk
I use plenty of butter and lard and sugar whenever cannoli's I bake
Martha FitzPatrick always gives me slices of her famous fruitcake
I’m really a devil for sugary doughnuts and I love all kinds of pies
And when I go to McDonald's I put loads of ketchup on my fries
When I go to local Italians on my calzones I always get cheese
And I really pig out on the duck sauce whenever I order Chinese
One of my favorite places is wherever they have big free buffets
With plenty of chicken and sandwiches with loads of mayonnaise
I do like peppermint ice cream every week I have five or six cones
And whenever I go to an Irish store I buy soda bread and scones
Who could leave without buying some jams or marmalade in jars?
A box of Jacob's assorted cookies or a few Cadbury's chocolate bars
So that's the end of my story and how things are here in the States
Before I head off to bed I'll wash up the cups saucers and plates.

The little Children ©Tony Fallon 011218

The little Children ©Tony Fallon 011218

Many adults don’t realize you can be firm yet gentle

In your chosen profession of being parental

Many children grow up in settings that are wrong

Yet turn into adults who are dependable and strong.

Made to do the work and duties of adults

Frightened by curses accusations and insults

No matter how well they did they were corrected

When they should be loved they were neglected

Children who were hit without any excuses

By abusive parents dishing out abuses.

Being told everything bad was their fault

As an excuse for another senseless assault

Threatened that if they’d go outside and tell

They were disobedient and going straight to hell

Going to school and making up excuses

For all the many suspicious cuts and bruises

Held to obedience by only threats and guilt

How can relationships like this ever be rebuilt?

The love a child can have for them must be faint

And to forgive them later they must be a saint

On the air in America ©Tony Fallon11118

On the air in America ©Tony Fallon11118

It’s 40 years now since I first stared at a microphone

And started on a journey I had previously unknown

Little did I realize growing up as I watched the Shannon flow

That I’d wind up in America with my own radio show

For the Roscommon Champion I had been writing

And some of my poems people were already reciting

Writing I guess could also be classified as entertaining

But in the radio business I had absolutely no training

It was some time in February nineteen seventy eight

I’m sure of the month but I’m not sure of the date

The feelings I felt that day had never been surpassed

You probably weren’t born on my first radio broadcast

My show was a big hit with the Irish population

Soon I was being heard in Mullingar on a pirate station

The reception even in Roscommon came in first class

The neighbors listened Sunday before going to mass

I had a show Saturdays and more on Sunday afternoons

They loved the songs of Ireland and the traditional tunes

There was a charge for the All Irelands in football and hurling

We had to pay for it in dollars because we had no sterling

For two whole hours there was no music I did not spin any vinyl

People say they cried that day it was their first All Ireland final

Years have come and gone I’ve been on twenty different stations

I’ve introduced Irish music to people from many other nations

I’ve often filled in to do announcements and the evening news

And often I am chosen one to do the political interviews

I’ve also done country shows, disco, week end dance and pop

The studio is just up the mountain four miles from my shop

I haven’t changed much since I left Roscommon I’m still a pioneer

If you’re not Irish that means even on my birthday I don’t drink beer

The Cold © Tony Fallon11018

The Cold © Tony Fallon11018

I’d really like to fly home tonight

They say the moon is shining bright

In the Barnacullen valley

About a mile from the ball alley

They say the temperature is above freezing

Meanwhile I’m stuck in my bed sneezing

For many days I’ve had a viral infection

Almost since the day I got the flu injection

Everybody has different kinds of advice

I’m surviving on chicken soup with rice

The weather in New York is unreal

With snow and frost it’s hard to heal

In front of a radiator there is no romance

Like seeing the flame in a fireplace dance

And I’d love to have a cup of tea for a change

Where the kettle was boiled on a fire or a range

Then have some buns or currant cake

Like the kind my mother used to bake

Oprah for president © Tony Fallon 1918

Oprah for president © Tony Fallon 1918

 I couldn’t believe the story in the New York Post

 Oprah Winfrey who once was a TV host

Is getting ready to run for the biggest prize

With some resent results that would be no surprise

Since there is no reason to win most of the voters

Many go and vote often and are known as floaters

You can get foreign assistance that’s how the game is played

That sure is twist on the old saying ‘’they got foreign aid”

You can win Florida just on hanging chads

And spend hundreds of millions of dollars on ads

You can have meetings just like church revivals

And say anything that comes into your head about rivals

That is the present situation in the United States

Primaries start in two years I don’t know the dates

The prestige to the office be returned I deplore

Can’t we have great leaders like we had in days of yore

9 of 9

Winter in the North East © by Tony Fallon.1917

Winter in the North East © by Tony Fallon.1917


I think I must be growing older
Every morning it feels much colder
It’s definitely colder than last year
Maybe not there but certainly here
My fingers are numb also my toes
So are my ears and my nose.
Next week we are promised a foot of snow
The sun is shining and it’s four below
The grandkids are happy they will be skiing
This is not normal weather for a human being
You have to have snow tires on your car
If you are going shopping or to an Irish bar
It doesn’t matter if you are poor or rich
If you hit black ice you wind up in a ditch
And you always have to be on the lookout for deer
There are plenty of them around this time of year
I hate living where everybody is whining
I want to be in a place where the sun is shining
This is not the life I should be living
Next year I’ll be in Florida by Thanksgiving

Oh God © Tony Fallon 010718

Oh God © Tony Fallon 010718


On Face book was a comment by a girl who must be tripping
Anyone who ever criticized our President she was really ripping
She was comparing our President to Jesus Christ our Savior
People are easily led if they fall for his weird kind of behavior
She said that just like Jesus he was being mocked and crucified
I think the major difference is that Jesus never once lied
According to this woman Trump will someday be canonized
I really think this lady needs to go and have her head analyzed
They say you never should discuss sex politics or religion
This girl can’t be serious maybe she’s joking just a smidgen
#7 Jan 07

My wildest Dreams© Tony Fallon1818

My wildest Dreams© Tony Fallon1818

I think of you every moment I’m awake
My friends say falling for you was a mistake
But when we were together I had more fun
Than I ever had with any other, one on one
My bedroom is my comfort zone
Where I only dream of you when I’m alone
When I think of you daily I feel denied
But in my dreams you are always by my side
You haven’t changed you are still the charmer
And I am your knight in shining armor
You are my Lady I am the landed Lord
And I protect us both with my trusted sword
Whenever a dragon should approach
We drive away in a horse and coach
Romantic dreams with a big strong horse
Are the kind of dreams you would endorse
Other nights you’re Marion and I am Robin Hood
And we romp amongst the trees of Sherwood
Other nights we are in a castle in County Tyrone
The drawbridge is up so we are all alone
There would be alligators in the moat
Strong enough to upturn an invading boat
Since we are together are my dreams a prediction
Or are my wildest dreams merely fiction
My dreams are certainly not gaining any ground
Because when I wake up you are still not around.

The day after Thanksgiving© Tony Fallon.112516.

The day after  Thanksgiving© Tony Fallon.112516.

Like this before I’ve never felt

I’ve open my shirt I’ve opened my belt

I’m huffing and puffing

Because, I ate too much stuffing.

I really made a pig of myself

On the television I see the first elf.

Telling us all to be good because

If we aren’t there will be no Santa Clause

I do not worry I do not care

Santa doesn’t come to people with long hair

It also doesn’t help if you are jolly and fat

Better to have a stomach which is flat

If you have a beard and are over zealous

Santa Clause may be a little jealous

So at the North Pole no gift will they wrap

And my address will be crossed off the map.

So at Christmas if you want to win

Try not to look like Santa’s twin.

What if? © Tony Fallon 2/18/2017.

What if? © Tony Fallon 2/18/2017.


What would life be like without you I have often surmised?
I think I’d be very lonely and I’d have teardrops in my eyes
Around the house I am totally useless I have no womanly skills
I’m only good as spending money I never learned to pay the bills
I can hardly make my breakfast I don’t know how salad is tossed
I don’t know about washing cycles I don’t know how to defrost
The thought of using the propane dryer is really horrifying
I’d probably burn the house down while my clothes were drying
I’d never find clean underwear or socks in closet or drawer
And I doubt very much I’d ever dream of sweeping the floor
The dishwasher would be overflowing with mugs and cups and pans
And there would be garbage in bags in the driveway right beside the cans
I wouldn’t know the proper way to thinly slice up a tomato
And I bet I’d slice a finger or two if I tried to peel a raw potato
I’m sure I’d consider it a home cooked meal if I had chicken pot pies
A day out would be topped off with a plate of Mc Donald’s salty fries
The microwave would be my salvation on days when I would be in haste
But who could I complain to when the TV remote is misplaced
I don’t know how to mop, I don’t know how to chop I don’t know how to shop
At the meat counter, I couldn’t pick out a decent steak or a decent pork chop
Remember the morning I tried to make breakfast and the pan was ablaze
And we had the smell of burnt bacon around the place for days
The only thing I could probably do properly is a couple of slices of toast
But I certainly would never try my hand at even a little pot roast
I wouldn’t know about computers at that I surely would fail
It would be useless sending me a message if it was sent by email
So if people want to get in touch with me they better send a letter
But if they called me on the house phone that would probably be better
When I look back over years I realize I’ve led a rather sheltered life
You did all the real dirty work and you were a really wonderful wife
And of course since I retired I’ve lots of advice and always under your feet
Another woman with less patience would have thrown me out on the street.
I can well understand why you have all those pre-planned daily routines
I wonder how they did it years ago before we invented machines

Complicated © Tony Fallon 1/.18/2017

Complicated © Tony Fallon 1/.18/2017

The first day I met you I was elated

With you I was totally infatuated

Maybe even captivated

You sounded like you were so educated

A woman of the world and liberated

Your were the kind of person I had never dated

You were the kind of person for whom I had waited

I knew a friendship had to be cultivated

Because of all the smart people with which you were affiliated

You would never be intimidated

Or manipulated

By people who were intoxicated

I asked if you were single and you stated

You were in a relationship that was complicated

I wondered how this word could be translated

I felt like a bomb in my brain just detonated

And my blood pressure was suddenly elevated

My ego was now definitely deflated

All my hopes and dreams had evaporated

And I also was a little bit humiliated

Because this was not the answer I had anticipated

I asked if that meant you were impregnated

And that every morning you would be nauseated

You said my worry was slightly exaggerated

You said your husband was old and outdated

No way modern at all even antiquated

You said you had two single beds that were separated

And for years now things had not been consummated

There was no chance your home would be more populated

You said this rich old man you really hated

To which your parents had insisted you be mated

You wished for true love you had waited

This in no uncertain words you stated

When I asked if you’d elope with me you became very animated

And said yes you would if you got properly compensated

You also told me you had calculated

How much time you’d get if you used a knife that was serrated

Since the gun you had intended to use was confiscated

Thinking of the gun and knife I realized I could be perforated

And In my own blood become saturated

And I could wind up assassinated

or exterminated

And by a jury of men she would probably be exonerated

You said by a pre nup you were so manipulated

Which your husband had very carefully dictated

If you divorced him the will would be invalidated

And you’d be left with a little check for twenty five thousand three hundreds and forty five dollars which you couldn’t cash anywhere in New York or Boston or Chicago or Miami  until three weeks after the divorce became final  and that was all because the check would be postdated