Friday, February 25, 2022

War,DirtyWar©2022TonyFallon0225

 War,DirtyWar©2022TonyFallon0225


The gory drums of warfare once more beating

The options are only death or retreating

Mister Putin is on his righteous campaign

To bring Russian "democracy" to Ukraine

We hear the country is about to collapse

Most of us have trouble finding it on maps

Thus, be with God or a refugee center

With little chance of a change as you enter

To fear forever the awful wayward bombs

Adapting to donated handouts and alms

In times of invasion there are few white knights

In most invasions there are few human rights

With neighbors you disagree you should not fear

Yet often those are the ones that disappear


The men often march off smartly in platoon

As carefree as if war was just a cartoon

Oh, when oh when shall we all finally learn

That many men who march out will not return.

The man who must leave behind his loving bride

With children who will never have a male guide

Towns shops and farmland holdings wind up misshaped

While men are away at war women are raped

Often a brute with a big gun misbehaves

So many victims wind up in unmarked graves

The living remain in sorrow and bemoan

Loved ones forever remembered on a stone


The waste of so much young life is appalling

In the wrong place when a bullet came calling

A precious young live snuffed out for evermore

Just to sate the ego of a man of war

Dividing spoils some allies may disagree

The losers are punished while bullies go free

Thursday, February 24, 2022

RaharaStile ©️2022TonyFallon0220

 RaharaStile

©️2022TonyFallon0220
I sat on the old stile in a bit of dread
Apprehensive of the day that lay ahead
Another Autumn day of boredom and gloom
In my senior national school third class room
I had been detained in third another year
That punishment to me was far too severe
To my learning I easily could apply
Kept back because of blindness in my left eye
I still have twenty twenty in the other
The quarrel was really with my mother
With little schooling time she used the bookshelf
And she always tried to stand up for herself
She stood up for us little children likewise
Regardless of our ages or shapes or size
Such ungodly traits could be a powder keg
And had to be taken down at least a peg
If you were poor then ready funds were meager
You could not get ahead by being eager
Most slow and average students were ignored
Teachers did not have to answer to a board
Average schoolchildren's futures were unplanned
Who needed too much learning on the farmland
Corporal punishment was often and quick
It was not chastisement but a sally stick
So if you should be a teacher be prudent
It's not you who's important it's the student
Recall the wee boy on the stile years ago
The seeds had been planted but were not let grow

Wednesday, February 23, 2022

TheJailDream©2022TonyFallon0222

 TheJailDream©2022TonyFallon0222

I dreamed the walls were closing in after our romance
At three o'clock in the morning in a heavy trance
I had gone to bed with milk and cookies before nine
I'd have been better with whiskey or a glass of wine
In the dream I was in a cell only eight by ten
With a jailer inside in the hall two police men
The door was restricted with a master lock and chains
And on my wrists and ankles were a few more restrains
I said to my jailer that I failed to understand
How crooks were roaming free but yet I was on remand
He replied be wasn't told why I was a new inmate
Rumor was I had not shown up for a second date
The girl in question said she could never understand
Because the night before was such a great one night stand
This is the new punishment and men need to be warned
This is what you can expect from women who are scorned

Friday, February 18, 2022

ValentinesDay©2022TonyFallon0214

 ValentinesDay©2022TonyFallon0214

It is February 14 St Valentines Day

If you were here I'd be happy and gay

Someone who is pleasant and mature

To make me happy and secure

To hold me tight in a loving squeeze 

Under a full moon and swaying palm trees

 I'm moping like my feet were mired in cement

My lonely heart  feels like it's only fifty percent

It could be fused forever if you were mine

    So then would you be my Valentine

Sunday, February 6, 2022

SnowDayBlues©2022TonyFallon110

 SnowDayBlues©2022TonyFallon110

It's nine this February morning I'm awake and perspiring

The boiler downstairs has been going all night since my retiring

No matter what it is outside inside it stays at sixty-five

You have to have plenty of oil if you are going to survive

Two eggs and bacon are on the pan the pork sausages are browned

It's twenty seven degrees outside and there is snow on the ground

Tom Roe on the  radio said on 145 there's ice spots on the road

And on 23b over near Leeds a salt truck has just dropped a big load

On 23 near Wave Farm there is a four wheel drive in the ditch

They say it will be an hour before he is hooked up to a hitch

There's a three vehicle pile up over on Hearts Content

A bread van a Volkswagon and a big truck of cement

He said the school buses are crawling and will be late for class

And over at Lady of Knock they have cancelled daily mass

It's only early morning and already there's loads of bad news

I'm going back to my warm bed I don't need another excuse