SpiltBlood©2024TonyFallon0125

SpiltBlood©2024TonyFallon0125

I sat beside the river and tried to hold back tears

As I relived the memories hidden there for years

The spot we lingered at as we thought about farewell

Not far from two nights later from a bullet you fell

I'm guilty because the bullet was meant for my head

My blood splattered shirt and hands and quickly you were dead

Another senselees attempted rub out that was botched

That shirt I keep in an old bag never to be washed

I'm sure this violence led to some more killing sprees

As hatred in two socities became a disease

Each year the new spring grass grows green from Irish blood spilt

And leaves old folks like me to carry with us the guilt

I hope you do not think your beauty I have forgot

Or the marble headstone in the graveyard by your plot

ViolentNight©2023TonyFallon1231

 ViolentNight©2023TonyFallon1231

Violent night oh violent night

Oh my god the world is uptight

Christmas Eve no longer is mild

All over the world people are defiled

In the middle east babies are being killed

And parents dreams are being unfilled

What good alas is a border

It can't unarm a deadly mortar

Now the weapons more easily kill

You can't hide in a hole or behind a hill

Russia clains they are not opressors

Yet we know Putin desires  Ukraine professors

Again the Nazi word is tossed around

That is the gutter it's so profound

Those are days we don't want to recall

The use of it should make our skin crawl

May the shooting be replaced by peace

And may the killing and wounding cease

The dead alas can feel no more pain

Now the suffering is for those who remain

Violent night oh violent days 

Why cant we stop this awful malaise

The Rahara Rose © Tony Fallon Jan318

 The Rahara Rose © Tony Fallon Jan318

I cry because it's over and you are here no more

This place will never mean as much as it did before

Yet when I have cried enough I often have to smile

I think how lucky I was to have you for a while

No more we'll roam the valleys or climb a hilly peak

No more we'll go to Mayo and climb St Patrick's reek

No more we will walk the streets of Boyle or Castlerea

No more we'll swim in the chilly waters of Lough Key

When I met you again in New York I felt so blessed

And our love for each other very quickly progressed

You were a happy worker I often sent flowers

To my true love working in the ill fated towers

I never visited you I am fearful of heights

You said from your window you saw impressive sights

That you should be taken from us is hard to perceive

On your first day back to work from maternity leave

Farewell my Rahara Rose until we meet again

Your memory will stay until I am old and then,

You will take my hand one night and call so soft to me

Like swans we’ll fly together to beautiful Lough Ree

Often Sal comes in the room as my eyes I'm drying

And in a sad, sad voice asks Daddy were you crying?

How long more can I lie and tell her it is pollen 

This replica of you, the young Miss Sally Fallon.

Farewell my Rahara Rose until we meet again

Your memory will stay until I am old and then,

You will take my hand one night and call so soft to me

Two children of Lir forever swimming on Lough Ree.