Rossie©2019TonyFallon0617

Rossie©2019TonyFallon0617

I’ve been in America now for more than fifty years
Yesterday in front of my computer I shed happy tears
In my head this morning I can still hear the Salthill roar
But I still want to sit there again and cry a little more

At half time Roscommon was acting far from superior
Another day for their loyal fans to once more feel inferior
Even the most loyal thought we had backed a dead horse
But little David beat that brute Goliath and did it with force
How were we to know the dead horse was not yet buried?
And that by full time it would be Galway who would feel harried

Did Cunningham remind them of that glorious game in sixty two?
I though of it often as their confidence grew and grew
This day will be more remembered than the races in Castlebar
Which must have been on many minds passing through Ballygar

This can be a lesson to those you are facing obvious despair
It would have been so easy to fold up beneath the national glare
The constant Heart was there on display no one can deny
Facing other adversity “Remember Salthill” must be the rallying cry

Openness©2019TonyFallon0614

Openness©2019TonyFallon0614

Openness means you are both honest and frank
Prepared to listen to the moderate and the crank
Tolerate the well meaning but loudly outspoken
And give solace to the ones who are heartbroken

One of your important ingredients is imagination
And the willingness to gather vital information
Then post on Face book what you have just found
To show one and all that you are still profound
You don’t get into quarrels with all knowing males
Happy in your knowledge you have the right details

You have already shown interest in culture and art
And even classical music and the top ten chart
For the poor and downtrodden you show passion
Not like the Kardashians and their latest fashion

Sometimes adventures you have to undertake
You don’t have to fight a big lion or a snake
Explaining instead of talking down that makes a friend
That’s another broken fence you do not have to mend

You’ll share freely with others with time you’re not mean
You tend to be outgoing you are not dull or routine
Openness goes hand in hand with your visibility
You may have a little ego but little sign of hostility.

With all your fine qualities I just think you’re divine
And I am just so thrilled that you’re a friend of mine.

Ode to You© 2019TonyFallon0610

Ode to You© 2019TonyFallon0610

To go search for love and happiness most people feel justified

More than half the world is happy yet many others are denied

I’ll not forget the day we met or the days we spent together

My love will last forever because my heart is in your tether

You aroused my idle passions and my heart in delight did soar

The love of Keats for Fanny was minor because I loved you more

*The Blur©2019TonyFallon0609

*The Blur©2019TonyFallon0609

One night I had the weirdest dream
In which there was a woman grand
I was speaking to her 
But I could not see her face

In the corner in a moon beam
She held out her right hand
Her face was still a blur
So close she was in my space

We held each other close
And so tightly embraced
There was hot blood in my veins
And I felt at once so thrilled

I was tingling to my toes
As I held her by the waist
I felt like I was clad in chains
Yet my wishes were fulfilled.

*Within 24 hours I met HER for the first time.

It was weird. We have only one common friend.

Lisa, who is such a special person in my life and of

whom I have written so many poems.

XFriends©2019TonyFallon0608

XFriends©2019TonyFallon0608

There was a period in life
When on you I could still depend
Especially if I had strife
And was trying boldly to fend

We were close as peas in a pod
I your ally you my booster
Success we would loudly applaud
And my wife you introduced her

Now you say it's you who loves her
That for myself she does not care
To my wishes you won't defer
And you are having an affair

I valued your advice greatly
And mostly everything you've done
But you have been moody lately
Won't you please put away that gun

Mixed-up© 2019TonyFallon0607

Mixed-up© 2019TonyFallon0607

For many months now I have been feeling somewhat up and down
I had in my head many little hammers that were pounding
There's not much anyone can do when your brain has gone to town
The frightful thoughts were erratic often downright confounding

But I persevered persisted and finally over came
The urge to throw in the towel and just lie in bed all day
When I finally admitted there was no one else to blame
Then the only solution was to get back into the fray

My Dreams©2019TonyFallon0605

My Dreams©2019TonyFallon0605

In many of my poems I dream
When I do it happens sparely

It just fits into my theme

I might say it only happens rarely

If it happens it’s in the wee hours

Just before the alarm bells ring

Then when I get into my trousers

I don’t remember a thing