Jane &the Leprechaun ©2019TonyFallon0828

Jane &the Leprechaun ©2019TonyFallon0828

They say if there's a rainbow just one hour after dawn
That's the best time of the day to catch a leprechaun
They can't all be bachelors to women thy must be linked
Cause if they did not couple up they soon would be extinct
There was a local rumor concerning a lovely daughter
I followed every rainbow I saw as daily I sought her
The rumor said they both lived in a fort in Glocca Morrow
Surrounded by a black bird some thrushes and a sparrow

Well I'm an early riser I've seen a leprechaun I confess
I now have a beauty who may be a leprechaun princess
They say they are smart and wily fellows not easy to confuse
As they sit at the end of a rainbow fixing each other’s shoes
They have been Irish residents so long they are full of wisdom
And the fort they rule over without question is their kingdom
'Tis said they are weakest when sitting beneath Finian's rainbow
That's when they can easily lose their pot of gold and they know

I crept between the furze looking for the mysterious elf
I could hear his hammer tapping but he was not there by himself
Who was the lovely lassie seated with him I bravely inquired
I did not want his pot of gold it was his daughter's hand I required
I made a necklace out of shamrock which she did not decline
According to tradition if she wore it she was forever mine
Maybe you won't believe this story of how I met my sweet Jane
But since I met her I'm on my toes and life is not mundane

The Empty Station©2019TonyFallon0820

The Empty Station©2019TonyFallon0820


One last look in the mirror to straighten out my hair
The long, long ones were used to cover spots that were bare
To get to the train station I then had to walk fast
Because the train would be leaving at a quarter past
As I approached the station I counted out the fare 
When I got to the platform no train was waiting there
The emptiness in my heart and stomach felt so vast
No more trains were coming that night I had missed the last

I dialed her mobile number to explain to my Jane
That because of dallying I had missed the last train
She was so understanding said she'd put on the tea
And said she'd drive me to the late train from Albany
She is such a real sweetheart not once did she complain
She's always encouraging me alas it is in vain 
I'm glad I've met her she took me out of isolation
I'd be lost without her that night in the empty station.

Star XVC237©TonyFallon0818

Star XVC237©TonyFallon0818

If you look up to the sky especially tonight
You'll find a new star there shining so bright
The proper name is xvc237 but I call it Susan
It has no fixed position it moves 'cause its Cruisin
We have lost a friend heaven gained a programma'
The sky an apostrophe a comet shaped like a comma
I'm sure she's already told God she has brought software
And that there will be a new version of The Lord's Prayer
When Susan is finished it'll have another paragraph
And future pictures of St Patrick will not have a staff
She was not impressed with anybody wearing crowns
Food for Susan's brain was Verbs proper cases and nouns
She never was too much impressed by any organization
She never used a long word she would prefer abbreviation
She must have spoken to my father while we here were mourning
For in a dream my father issued me a very stern warning
According to Face Book she was born today in Forty nine
And I'm sure that star xvc237 will forever brightly shine

The First Day©2019TonyFallon0813

The First Day©2019TonyFallon0813

The first day I met you I knew I had found a girl with brains
I had nothing to impress you with like fancy cars or planes
I did not have a fancy boat to take you sailing on the strait
Or a fancy home, coop or condo in Florida’s Sunshine State
On a motor bike I almost got killed when I was seventeen
So I would not be trying to impress you on that kind of machine
I’m a mellow kind of fellow I doubt if women consider me a catch
I’m certainly not flashy my tie and socks may not always match
In most forms of discussions I’m neither boisterous nor loud
Very few who would accuse me of standing out in any crowd?
I understand your friends had been impressed with my poetic verse
And how I’m rarely vulgar in my poetry and that I rarely curse
So many years my junior to ask you out took a whole lot of pluck
When you agreed to my request I couldn’t believe my luck
We have been together three months now it cannot be a dream
And you are forever and a day enshrined in my highest esteem
Cupid is out with his bow and arrow it doesn’t matter what season
He hunted me down regardless of age and shot me for good reason
I spend the whole day waiting for a hug and your loving glance
Time has gone by so quickly I hope this is not a summer romance
I often worry so much about what would happen to me
If you find a man more suitable beneath your Christmas tree?

The little bird©2019TonyFallon0816

The little bird©2019TonyFallon0816



When you find a little bird with a broken wing
to try to fix it is the proper thing
When the wing is healed you must not cling
Release it to the wild and let it sing

You did not own it from the beginning

To keep it in a cage you’d be sinning
to keep it as a prisoner is so wrong
let it go free to sing its own sweet song

It can not be cloned

It can not be freely owned

For it will not willingly stay

If you open the cage it will fly away

Crossing the River©2019TonyFallon0812

Jane just sent me an incredible song WHY CAN'T I CROSS THE RIVER . The song gives no answers as to why the singer can't or won't cross the river. Assuming the word River was used symbolically to indicate other problems I penned the following

Crossing the River©2019TonyFallon0812

In your life's journey many rivers may be on your route
Do you just take your shoes off and cross without a hoot?
Or do you hesitate in case the water is very deep
Or that the footing on the other side might be too steep
There may also be other reasons which are unsound
For the river may be so shallow no one ever drowned
Afraid to cross the river may be a paradox
It may not be physical but a set of mind blocks
Maybe it's a question that you're afraid of asking
Maybe it's unhappiness you're successfully masking
Are you afraid your cruel tormentor you would hurt?
While you shed dignity and become a hopeless introvert
are you covering up black eyes and nasty bruises?
Given to you by boyfriends who are nothing but losers
It may not be a river that you are afraid to cross
It may be your need to stand up to your demanding boss
It may be abuse you are taking from a husband or wife
Causing you daily depression and ruining your life
You have got to take the first step which you won't regret
You cannot cross the river without getting your toes wet
So when you cross the river you will be standing tall
And telling all your tormentors you'll no longer crawl
Wow I wrote this in less than half an hour, Jane told
me it's perfect and I believe her. LOL.

Babies©2019TonyFallon080

Babies©2019TonyFallon0808

New babies are the cutest creatures put on this the earth
And loved by many people who did not give them birth
The Grandparents are usually the leaders of this squad
They don’t have stay all night Thanks’ be to God
I often think that grandpa is somehow enjoying
When his grandchild is his new father annoying
They’ve had enough of nightly feeding and screaming
And can enjoy angelic smiles when the baby is dreaming
Adults stick out their tongues and otherwise act so juvenile
But the baby doesn’t think that’s funny so he will smile
There’s so much cooing and clucking the baby can not nap
But there are not many helping hands when there’s a mishap
It’s then they will lose interest a problem they can’t decipher
All will be yelling “Mommy the baby needs a new diaper”

Us©2019TonyFallon0811

Us©2019TonyFallon0811

How or why did we ever get together?
We are certainly not of the same feather
We have different axis of rotation
More tuned to analysis and collation

Our moods and thoughts are often far apart
Maybe exact opposites do attract
Yet in so many ways you have touched my heart
In my life at the moment you are the major act

We walk by some heads are usually scratched
They all think we are drastically mismatched
We do not concur we do not agree
I think God made me for you, you just for me.

We don't criticize we are both boosters
No great effort to be very clever
we do not lie we were born straight shooters
Life lately just seems to be so much better

Theolddays©2019TonyFallon0808

Theolddays©2019TonyFallon0808


Sticks and stones can break you bones

But the stones can be uses for a wall

In Ireland we used them for goalposts when we played ball


Many balls were deemed wide when they were in fact inside

There were no umpires to concur or agree

And we mostly played without a linesman or a referee

Seperated©2019TonyFallon0802

Seperated©2019TonyFallon0802

When she sits on the rocky coast I bet she thinks of me

When she sees the boats come home from the angry sea

She looks out over the ocean when saving the oats and hay

She claims she prays for my safe return every single day



From early school days that we’d be together that was elementary

Everybody knew in the parish we’d be wed in the new century

We walked with neighbors to school through many a flooded farm

Everybody knew they’d answer to me if they wished her any harm



To secondary we rode together both with a second hand bike

And cycled to a nearby lake on Sundays to fish for perch and pike

For me to make a bit of money in America was our master plan

She swore on her Sunday Missal she’d never look at another man



We both knew it would be hard to be fishing without a decent trawler

So the answer was construction in New York to make a decent dollar

Along with the construction I work most weekends as a bartender

I know she’ll take good care of all the extra money I send her

Jazz©2019TonyFallon0801

Alternate Verses are 1/2/3/4 and 1/3-2/4
Jazz©2019TonyFallon0801


Jazz is the music of the fisherman or sailor
It can be real honest or made up from a fable
It can gladden seamstresses or even a tailor
Whether standing up or cross legged on his table

If you take an old tune and add a little pizzazz
Add a little of your own flair then you have Jazz
I think it was around New Orleans it was first found
It never has been written the words you cannot impound

I don't think jazz is a genre it really is a mood
it's just merry and happy and full of optimism
It sounds like fried chicken and finger licking food
It's hard to listen to jazz and think of terrorism

Every musician has his own ideas and he plays them freestyle
It can be played by a single musician or with rank and file
It can be played in the backroom of a disrespected dive
Or in a hotel in New York renowned for classic waltzes and jive

It is the music of the people single or in crowds
Once the music starts up the toes will soon be tapping
Your heart will soar at once into the distant clouds
You'll hate when it is over for by then you're clapping

Would you have the courage to ask a Jazz man to conform?
To play a song as it had been written not in his type of free form
To go back and play the written word without any innovation
I think he would rather face a week of total starvation