UkrainNoGain©️2022TonyFallon0429

 UkrainNoGain©️2022TonyFallon0429 

Putin told the soldiers keep the tanks in line

In twenty days Ukraine will be yours and mine

He did not tell them they were marching to death

Many were inhaling their last Russian breath

They did not know the brave defiance they faced

And that the forward steps might not be retraced

It is hard to go forward if you are mired

No matter how big the trophy you aspired

Even the elderly practice resistance

Your presence threatens their mortal existence

Bigger or better you are still surrounded

Your big tanks and  guns are pounded and grounded

From the tsars to present a critical flaw

The urge for old Russians borders to redraw

Tyrants in real time waving stars and plough

The red blood staining of another springs snow

While the world worries about atomic clouds

Ukrainians wind up in mass graves in shrouds

Because of this old tyrant who is so vexed

The free world wondering if they will be next

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FloridaShore©️2022TonyFallon0426

 FloridaShore©️2022TonyFallon0426

I dream of you nightly with us hand in hand

Walking in Florida's everlasting sand

Where the ocean and sky seem to be merging

And twice a day the tide is once more surging

Where the sun is always shining on the brine

In my dream in this paradise you are mine

As we wander idly I often look back

To see where we just walked making a new track

Will our friendship last is one of my concerns

Footprints will vanish when the ocean returns

There's fish in the sea but crocks in the lagoon

To stay home is okay on an afternoon

But dreams are only dreams with silver lining

And in those dreams the sun is always shining

I don't know your feelings or your resistance

Or if new love can bloom at this great distance

In the storm will we be Palms and only sway

And live to love as one for another day

I want to hold you there is no denying

Love is in the air nature is not lying

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NoGuinness©️2022TonyFallon0425

 NoGuinness©️2022TonyFallon0425

I was given Guinness at eight years which was unlawful

I did not drink the whole glass because it tasted awful

From that day on I never drank any more black porter

Even when I worked as an adult with bricks and mortar

My mother would encourage me to have a glass of wine

Especially if my girl friend and I went out to dine

Her own favorite glass of liquid was Sandyman port

In the parlor breakfront she always had an extra quart

Often after football while other players drank brandy

I would quench my thirst with plain water and a mixed shandy

With so little beer in the mix I don't think that it counts

And I certainly was not drinking it in large amounts

On the jet plane to The Big Apple to myself I swore

That I was finished with alcohol and I'd drink no more

There would be no more whisky no more wine or any beer

So for more than fifty years now I've been a Pioneer

So when I see police flashing lights never am I scared

I haven't been drinking alcohol so I am not impaired

Now when the trooper stops me I don't have to walk the line

Or have to go to court and face a suspension and fine

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AngelSaints©️2022TonyFallon0421

 AngelSaints©️2022TonyFallon0421

When I grew up there were many prayers for blessings and hope

And collection plates for local priests the bishop and the Pope

I did not believe in angels I did not believe in saints

I prayed often to them both but they never fixed my complaints

I lead a clean life I'm not often accused of mortal sin

But every night I am down on my knees praying once agin'

I often remember praying nightly on cold hard cement

We'd never miss a single night in the forty days of lent

To the many saints of Ireland prayers would be devoted

The evil works of the devil would also be denoted

You'd think after all these years prayers would have been analyzed

And I'd have earned heaven as I had prayed since being baptized

One could pray forever without entrance to the heaven's guild

Or without being informed your quota was already filled

But then I met you and you have the gall and audacity

To overload my heart and brain far beyond capacity

The holy ones up above have now recently responded

With the formal heaven's blessing our hearts and souls are bonded

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TheFixerUpper©️2022TonyFallon0416

 TheFixerUpper©️2022TonyFallon0416

I bought a fixer upper I am a renovator

A three story with an attic but no elevator

It was a two family, but we bought it as a start

Little did I know it would one day nearly break my heart

To get what we badly wanted we'd invest love and toil

And maybe someday have solar power instead of oil

The walls had many a hole and needed lots of plaster

There were five small and medium bedrooms but no master

There would be a need for nails and screws some brushes and paint

And when progress was slow, I'd need the patience of a saint.

Many of the stairway steps were unstable and creaky

When it rained even slightly the roof was often leaky

It was mostly coldish there was little insulation

I was afraid to go down to check the house foundation

The fence with the neighbors had to be newly constructed

Two days after that the main sewer became obstructed

There was a good size front garden but it was full of weeds

So we went to a gardening shop and bought bulbs and seeds

The back yard with big oaks faced east and had sunshine at dawn

But looked like pigs rooted it and we'd never have a lawn

Electricity was suspect and had to be rewired

The windows were single pane so thermal ones were required

The linoleum on the floors would not warm winter feet

The front porch steps and back deck floor had badly cracked concrete

Of all contrary rooms there the worst was in the front hall

There was a rather small closet there built into the wall

It only stood at five feet six from the ceiling to base

I swear whenever I went in there I had no head space

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Greed©2022TonyFallon0413

 Greed©2022TonyFallon0413

Did the new egg come before the old chicken

Did the word program come before the quicken

Does everyone's death cause so much brazen greed

Is a final will more valid than a deed

Dead people bring cousins out of the woodwork

Who take things without seeing the county clerk

Most of them are bad few intensions are good

They act like they grew up or live in the hood

Within a few moments the mans house is fleeced

Showing no respect at all for the deceased

The dead one has barely gotten the last rites

Before their assets are seized by parasites

Who took him to the chemist to get his shot?

Who put out his garbage can when he forgot?

Who ran his Honda and antifreezed his car?

And listened to stories of some movie star?

Who called to see if he could afford his bills

For electricity to bar winter chills?

Who advised him about his doctors booking?

Who gave him eggs milk and butter for cooking?

In my formative years my parents advised

He who expects little is rarely surprised

We do our best without any accolades

Especially with those headed for Hades

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TheCatholicChurch©️2022TonyFallon0415

 TheCatholicChurch©️2022TonyFallon0415

Sixty years ago our small church was in a central location

Today they have a much bigger church but far less congregation

The total parishioners declined but so has veneration

Elderly are shaken at what happened to this generation

That time to get to heaven there was was only the righteous way

Your way of life was laid down rather strictly Monday to Sunday

You said prayers morning and night and stopped for the Angelus bell

If you lied or committed other sins you were headed for hell

Then came color television the evil box in the corner

With evil liberal views of the often godless foreigner

But while watching world wide television some young Irish brains clicked

And some began to realise schools and churches were far too strict

The degradation of innocents in the laundry prisons

And the immorality of wayward priests caused so many schisms

The leaders knew of those immoral people who should have been purged

But dwelt on the commandments so no new morality emerged

Thousand year old bridges were being propped up no new ones were built

But you could keep most old people in line by laying on the guilt

While young lads of Ireland were thinking of Boston or Montreal

You'd be excommunicated if you didn't vote Fianna Fail(Fawl)

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TeaBags©2022TonyFallon0412

 TeaBags©2022TonyFallon0412

Spinning around in the big microwave goes my favorite mug with five teabags

One of my favorites is Salada they have amusing sayings on the tags

Some people swear of the magic powers of Irish whisky I think that's a myth

It's only ten in the morning and that spinning microwave mug will be MY fifth

I buy eight tea boxes every month so eight hundred cups is my limitation

Even one or two cups pick me right up so monthly there is much stimulation

I never put more than five tea bags in my large mug and on it a mouse could trot

God be good to the old Irish days when my mother made it as strong in a pot

I never throw out any old tea bags they are so useful as they decompose

They can be used for washing dishes or hands and fertilizer for a red rose

I only once tried coffee or chocolate and I still think tea has the best taste

Plus I can't wait for a pot to percolate as in the AM I'm often in haste

TheBench©2022TonyFallon0408

 TheBench©2022TonyFallon0408

I saw you girl last Saturday night you looked so forlorn

Sitting all alone by the swollen river on the bench

It was way after midnight maybe two in the morn

It was foggy and the river had a fishy stench

I was worried lest the muggers would soon be about

So I sat on the other side prepared to be gallant

It would take time to cross the nearest bridge but I could shout

At least scare them away in an effort to be valiant

I could almost see page one pictures in the local press

Angel in disguise forces the morning muggers to flee

Local hero saves the defenseless damsel in distress

Many more pictures and the whole story on page three

But I was not the guardian for soon I reposed

The church Angelus bells pealing told me it was dawn

I had been in dreamland for hours for I'm afraid I dozed

You bench was completely empty alas you were long gone

TheTrainDriver©2022TonyFallon0410

 TheTrainDriver©2022TonyFallon0410

The cold dark night is coming fast so button up your coat

And please go wrap your woolen scarve tightly around your throat

That's what mother told me as I headed for the CIE track

To open the gates as trains went by from my little shack

The employment situation in the sixties was tight

I'd rather be working days, but I had to work at night

The pay was not great I do not think I made a fiver

I had my foot in the door I aimed to be a driver

Some boys may be in motor bikes more in automotive

I watched trains go by and wanted my own locomotive

Years later I drove the Westport train without suspension

And I drove it for forty years and went out on pension

East is east and west is west and never two trains shall meet

My view was like a postcard as I had the driver's seat

My trains were always on time never once did I postpone

Many places I saw but I came back home to Athlone

I built my house in the country not too far from the tracks

Now I watch trains as I sit in my old chair and relax

Typist©2022TonyFallon0407

 Typist©2022TonyFallon0407

All my writing recently has been on wordpad

With easier correct than the typewriter I had

My one finger the keys I'm always depressing

And no one in the world am I impressing

While it's not impressing it is not a crime

And all the last lines of my poems still rhyme

I am so fast my finger often looks like a blur

But I am not sure I could do sixty words per

While other people use one finger to insult

At the end of a day I get a positive result

I was barely walking and out of the crib

When I was first introduced to ink and a nib

Then I made a few big letters in a jotter

And dried up extra ink spots with a blotter

There was also another writing utensil

The yellow wooden number two lead pencil

And you'd have to use a rubber to erase

And set up your own both sides of margin space

And I almost forgot the famous Biro pen

I've had Mac and Apple and I'm up to windows ten

It has more type styles than a man would ever want

And small medium and big sizes of font

It has auto correct I don't need to spell

It also has word works office and excel

There are other programs I don't understand

And other actions such as tab and command

You can minimize maximize and even paste

And all the incorrect words you can replace

Beware of ever hitting backspace or delete

And always save any articles you complete

Many times I find myself madly raving

It closed down without me properly saving

It has a copier a printer a scanner and fax

And it can promptly print a single sheet or a few stacks

The end result should be correct and have very few gaffes

And only understandable simple paragraphs

The intent of a writer should not be to inform

Instead maybe create a new violent thunderstorm

things© 2022TonyFallon0404

 Thinking of Susan I made a special effort

First verse has 12 syllables Second  13

Third 14.

things© 2022TonyFallon0404

Some people have nothing to say and still they talk

Some people do not like country but they like rock

Some people butcher English not like Queens or Kings

But always when you speak you say the nicest things

When people tell simple jokes some jerks do not applaud

I think their sense of humor may be modestly flawed

But your laughter is contagious thru the hall it rings

And about the performer you say the nicest things

That is why you are for ever encircled in a crowd

Because of you there everybody thinks of the nine cloud

The aura of life caressing you so easily springs

Can anybody be sad when you say the nicest things?

Michael Agee was his name

MichaelAgee2022TonyFallon0402

Michael Agee was his name

From old Hollywood he came

He was great at cooking meals

At five foot six he wore no heels

An only child he had no sibling

At the tale there was no quibbling

He could eat ice cream as he desired

Or until he just got sick or tired

I do not think that was fair

Mine I always had to share

It was at his home he claimed

He met many of the famed

And could tell such wild wild stories

In many many categories

They often had Laurel and Hardy

At many a family party

To name names I didn't have to coach

In fact, he often mentioned Hal Roach

He also mentioned big John Wayne

Or Gene Kelly singing in the rain

Sinatra to him was a Francis

He knew all the actors in Kansas

He knew everybody who could sing

He knew both Bob Hope and Bing

he had his record about Galway Bay

And many too by Doris Day

He had records by the score

In bookcases and on the floor

He had more DVD's than Amazon

More recorded CD's than Elton John

Day and night he was recording

But he also alas was hoarding

The cardboard from boxes is now in piles

Reaching all the way to the ceiling tiles

His little house was like a museum

Collectibles to fill the Coliseum

Tinseltown he could have shook

If he had written a tell all book

Behind phony smiles there were grouches

And there really were casting couches

On girls there were dastardly acts

And even boys could not turn their backs

Such nightly high jinks did not irk

But were always considered a male's perk

Nobody could be called demented

If he could imply she consented

Good old boys meant no great upheaval

In the glitzy empire of the evil

He should have been in legal fights

To claim his many copyrights

He came to buy Richard Feiner's estate

But hesitated as was his trait

I brought him to the grocery store

And took him back to his front door

I brought him to local drug stores for pills

He was in pain far from Beverly Hills

Then one day he didn't answer the phone

He had just died in Cairo all alone