Winter©2019TonyFallon0208

Winter©2019TonyFallon0208

Every winter day, when I go on my way
I'm afraid that I might slip
If the ice I don't see, and hurt my knee 
Or dislocate my hip

I have fallen twice, on black ice
They didn't put down salt
It was so cold, and I'm so old
It was not my fault

They said I was rude, because I sued
For my medical expenses
They amount I got, was not a lot
There's salt now as soon as snow commences.

The Ego of a Child©2019TonyFallon0207

The Ego of a Child©2019TonyFallon0207

A nun once told me that I thought I was great
I’d just written my first wild story I was only eight
Now is that the proper thing to say to an eight year old kid?
If I had known better I would have said it was my id
Of course what she was saying was that I was conceited
Going back to my desk I felt shaken and defeated
I seriously thought since I wrote it I deserved some praise
Jesus had four guys with notebook writing down every phrase
And you can’t say they weren’t conceited and very farsighted
Every word that Jesus said they had it legally copyrighted
I wonder if they were writing and missing prayers some nights
I wonder if before going to heaven he gave them publishing rights
I don’t know if even to this day from that shock I have fully recovered
And it doesn’t help at all that I have never been discovered.
It’s very scary for nuns to think of a youth with egotism
It’s not the student’s job to write wild stories just read the catechism

The Odd Couple©2019TonyFallon0205

The Odd Couple©2019TonyFallon0205

They were as odd a couple as I've ever seen
She was happy and contented and he was just mean
Now I do not mean stingy I mean unhappy
Hot tempered and vile and his answers were snappy
In polite conversation he was always annoyed
He thought everybody hated him he was paranoid
He always was borrowing which he never returned
They say he stole the turf which in winter he burned
When the thrasher came in autumn he never appeared
When they were digging new graves he never volunteered
She said I will not be bossed I will not be controlled
There's work to be done and I will not nag you or scold
For most of his griping and moaning she did not reply
She had vegetables in the garden and pigs in the sty
He knew the pecking order and he always said” yes dear"
He was so lazy at the store he'd let her carry his beer
Yet for all of their differences the marriage survived
She was a conscientious worker and the little farm thrived
They have three lovely children who took after the mother
She's been putting on weight there might soon be another

Dreams©2019TonyFallon0204

Dreams©2019TonyFallon0204

When I wake up in the morning memories flash in my mind
Of when I first left Ireland and the friends I left behind
As I've gone on life's journey great people have departed
Many of them have left me sad, for you I'm broken hearted

You were honest to a fault considerate and so kind
The beautiful things on this earth bring your image to my mind
I've see suns rise over mountains and set o'er many oceans
A swan flying at sunset bring back bittersweet emotions

When people climb their little mountain they are content
Others never try to reach the top and sadly lament
I had climbed my mountain already but I'd missed the view
And I knew it was not near as good before I met you

The pitter patter of the rain brings back memories of yore
And days we spent together on the Mayo and Sligo shore
I'd see a deer bound in a meadow and stay frozen in a leap
I see you dancing in my dreams both awake and asleep

When I hear the birds singing I'm reminded of your face
And the smiles of audiences when you sang Amazing Grace
You were so natural in your ways no ego or pretension
All wanted you to be a friend the center of attention

I see our lovely children just like you with many ambitions
They love the Irish music I think they will be musicians
Me, I'm always chasing rainbows and I will until I'm old
Maybe I'll catch a leprechaun and you'll be his pot of gold.

Driving©2019TonyFallon0201

Driving©2019TonyFallon0201

If it wasn’t for the cold and rain
The sleet the ice and snow
No one would complain
And we would not be driving so slow

Of course that does not include drivers
Who have four wheel drive
Who may not be survivors
When they are doing seventy five

SUV’s are made of plastic and tin
There are batteries rubber and steel
Humans are made of bones and skin
So be careful when you are behind the wheel

Fixation©2019TonyFallon0203

Fixation©2019TonyFallon0203

I’m almost like the Blues Brothers on a mission

I’ve written a poem for a competition

I’m double checking the spelling and the rhyme

And it’s taking up a whole lot of my time

When I try to write other poems I cannot focus

Thank god it was not like this with Moses

I came up with this idea last week

Every one who hears it says it’s unique

Alas with this one poem I’ve become obsessed

I keep correcting so it’ll be the best

Meanwhile I’m missing new poems in my blog

Because half the time I’m like I’m in a fog

I’m definitely three or four behind

I’ve got to get this concern out of my mind.

My squaw©2019TonyFallon00202

My squaw©2019TonyFallon00202

I met a girl from Arizona that should end my search

She owned a forest in Oregon full of oak and birch

That’s not the end of my troubles you must think again

For every problem I have she has at least ten

You know I have problems with English grammar

When she loses her temper she goes for the hammer

A two by four an iron bar or any thing that’s handy

And she often did this in front of my uncle and my auntie

Yet when she’s not angry my life is full of thrills

She has loads of money and I have loads of bills

She was the only daughter of her Wicklow Irish paw

Who panned for gold in the west and met an Indian squaw

Just as her father was about to separate his scalp from his brains

And throw whatever was left to the howling wolves on the plains

They had one only daughter and she inherited a half a million trees

And her wood is shipped on her sailing boats all over the seven seas

The smallest thing will set her off she’s very temperamental

She says she doesn’t care if I come or go she’s no way sentimental

Yet when she’s not angry our lives are full of thrills

And I would never divulge what happens when we go up in the hills