Alas2020©TonyFallon0119

Alas2020©TonyFallon0119

The happy days are memories and not forgotten
My heart is badly broken as if it was trodden
What started out so promising and in such haste
What at first was in fast forward is now erased 

The long and lonely future seems like an endless void
No longer will the days of next summer be enjoyed
But alas it is the short cold days that cast their toll
And do nothing to brighten up my sad chilled soul

Even great flattery did not ever satisfy
Pictures and hoped for desires did not gratify
Reality was never more like an illusion 
If we had fear that might be the best solution

I will not sob but there’s a big lump in my throat
I feel like I'm slowly drowning and I cannot float
Yet there must be hope I find another mission
For my heart I cannot be my own physician

Complicated © Tony Fallon 1/.18/2017

Complicated © Tony Fallon 1/.18/2017

The first day I met you I was elated
With you, I was totally infatuated
Maybe even captivated
You sounded like you were so educated
A woman of the world and liberated
You were the kind of person I had never dated
You were the kind of person for whom I had waited

I knew a friendship had to be cultivated
Because of all the smart people with which you were affiliated
You would never be intimidated
Or manipulated
By people who were intoxicated

I asked if you were single and you stated
You were in a relationship that was complicated
I wondered how this word could be translated
I felt like a bomb in my brain just detonated
And my blood pressure was suddenly elevated
My ego was now definitely deflated
All my hopes and dreams had evaporated
And I also was a little bit humiliated
Because this was not the answer I had anticipated

I asked if that meant you were impregnated
And that every morning you would be nauseated
You said my worry was slightly exaggerated
You said your husband was old and outdated
No way modern at all even antiquated
You said you had two single beds that were separated
And for years now things had not been consummated

There was no chance your home would be more populated

You said this rich old man you really hated
To which your parents had insisted you be mated
You wished for true love you had waited
This in no uncertain words you stated

When I asked if you’d elope with me you became very animated
And said yes you would if you got properly compensated

You also told me you had calculated
How much time you’d get if you used a knife that was serrated
Since the gun you had intended to use was confiscated

Thinking of the gun and knife I realized I could be perforated
And In my own blood become saturated
And I could wind up assassinated
or exterminated
And by a jury of men, she would probably be exonerated

You said by a pre nup you were so manipulated
Which your husband had very carefully dictated
If you divorced him the will would be invalidated
And you’d be left with a little check for twenty-five thousand three hundred and forty-five dollars which you couldn’t cash anywhere in New York or Boston or Chicago or Miami until three weeks after the divorce became final and that was all because the check would be postdated

TrueLove(C)2020TonyFallon0101

TrueLove(C)2020TonyFallon0101

I feel that I’m in clover

When you invite me over

I hope you did not hurt your knee

I want you to keep making tea

Alone I might go insane

I want to be with you Jane

To be with you is such a thrill

I’d climb a mountain or a hill

I’d travel west I’d travel east

I’d fight off the fiercest beast

I’d walk through five feet of snow

I’d walk ten miles at five below

I’m not scared of winter sleet

I'm not scared of summer heat

With lightning flashing in the skies

I would still go to my first prize

My love for you is not lukewarm

I wold go to you in the worst storm

Though the prediction be disaster

I shall not believe the forecaster

For your honor I would do battle

Though the swords of death should rattle

Three bullets wouldn’t stop me

It would take ten to drop me

In your arms I’d be revived

Ten minutes after I arrived

I would traverse rough terrain

I’m coming Saturday if it doesn’t rain

Christmas Long Ago© 2019TonyFallon1206

Christmas Long Ago© 2019TonyFallon1206 

I guess there's a reason Christmas comes at the end of the year 
The days are short and cold and almost everybody needs cheer
Good cheer for many of the children would be a Christmas tree of pine 
But many an old fellow would be looking for whisky or wine 
All of the little girls would be expecting cute and cuddly toys 
While the boys would be looking for cap guns that made lots of noise
My mother planned the gift giving based on the grocers Christmas box 
And if any grocers did not respond she reacted with shock 
Everybody would be looking forward to a fruity Gateau cake 
If she was lucky enough and got three then she wouldn't have to bake 
That was the time they send New Zealand butter from the land down under 
Maybe it was margarine they were selling us. That I often wonder 
Do you remember the flour we got and looked at the cake with disgust?
With a streak that looked a lot like plastic inside the bottom crust 
If we got holly with berries, we pretended it was mistletoe 
We got it on the Murray's tree in Scregg it was the only place it would grow 
The days before Christmas were filled with all kinds of painting and preparation 
My father would be coming home from England we'd all meet him at the station 
He always had a big bag of toys from Manchester or Liverpool 
The first question he asked all us children was how we were doing in school 
He left school when he was twelve but wanted us to get a good education 
He wasn't long in Farmore school but he could write and do multiplication 
When we were young, we got cap guns and pistols I once got building blocks 
When I stopped believing in Santa Clause, I used to get shirts and socks
When it came to meat for the holidays my mother never went shopping 
She reared big turkeys so if you had a goose and a chicken, she was swapping 
My mother would experiment while cooking with cinnamon and nutmeg 
I can never forget the taste at Christmas of a roasted gooses leg 
Sure, my mother cooked at stations in your mouth her food would melt 
When she'd finally let you up from her table, you'd have to open your belt 
For the next few days there were games of skill and chance maybe even crafts 
And we'd have a family tournament to see who was best at draughts 
On the ring board on the back door brother Brian often put on shows 
It was many a time he scored fifty-one with five overhand throws 
Our door had no locks and friends and neighbors often came rambling 
And playing twenty-five for six pence wasn't considered serious gambling 
This went on day and night almost daily from Christmas to New Year's Day 
A sadness was creeping into the house our father would be going away 
Those are some of the great days I remember when our family enjoyed Yule 
I'll borrow a word from a different generation and say they were "cool".

TheDecember Snow©2019TonyFallon1201

TheDecember Snow©2019TonyFallon1201

We were promised a big snow storm on December first
I know it did no good but many grown up people cursed
We know the snow is coming and our town won't be spared
Yet there's always something undone or not properly repaired
It was supposed to begin at three according to the chart
But by one O'clock it was heavy it couldn't wait to start
They said the storm did much damage far west of the Great Lakes
It came down the Catskill Mountains first in little flakes
But even the tiniest flakes can so quickly multiply
And soon there were a million more falling from the sky
They were joined by many other flakes who were not so small
There were many inches clogging all the roads by nightfall
This was constantly heavy not just occasional showers
And I'm sure we got six inches during the daylight hours
But it didn't stop it continued through evening into night
This was a major storm with no immediate end in sight
Quickly the highways were covered as was driveway asphalt
People were out with shovels and blowers others spreading salt
They say it could go on until Tuesday depth more than a score
I'll be cleaning for hours on the sidewalk in front of my store
Children love great big snowfalls they never are opposed
They listen to the radio to hear if the schools are closed

A sad Christmas©2019TonyFallon1126

A sad Christmas©2019TonyFallon1126

An ox in a stable, and a new born male
Safely inside from the wet, snow and hail 
The warm breath of a lone cow, keeps him warm
While wise men follow a star, afar in the storm

Born so humbly, in an animal's manger
No room at the Inn, for Joseph the stranger

The baby grew up, to preach and to heal
"Peace on this earth”, was his one big appeal

Is two thousand years, not enough to ask it?
Why is a young man's body, in a casket?
He may be white or black, brown or yellow
Rodriguez, Burton, Lee, Wong or Costello
Many brave men were lost in Vietnam
Too many more trying, to topple Saddam
Are those young men, fighting for high ideals?
Or dying for cheap gas, for big automobiles
Or are they just numbers, risking their necks
So old men in high places, can get big fat checks
Recruited and when trained, sent to do battle
No freer today, than Cesar's slave chattel
Soldiers supposed to follow, every order
Even if it means crossing, some other border

The child in the manger, though we'd be his disciples
Alas, the children he loves are shot down by rifles
It's as if his gentle message, was never conveyed
And of those who have heard it, few have obeyed
If we promote the bomb and gun, and keep them on hand
If you think it's OK to kill, then you don't understand
Many previous activists, now have a passive voice
And many everywhere, have no reason or season to rejoice

TheBluEyedBlonde©2019TonyFallon1113

TheBluEyedBlonde©2019TonyFallon1113

Do you remember our years together when we were both teens?
Before you went to London town and I headed out to Queens
You must have gotten blinded by the bright city light
I never heard from you even thought you swore you would write
My mother would talk about you when she would mail a letter
Saying you didn't write your mother either and that upset her
It’s so hard to keep a romance going from far across the pond
especially if the girl is a pretty blue eyed Mayo blonde

But sure the life we all led in Ireland was so conflicting
The religious upbringing almost didn't want the sexes mixing
When some teenagers like us got work and money they blew off steam
It was implied by my mother that you went to the far extreme
You would not send your parents the number of your mobile phone
And they worried sick about you being in London all alone

It’s so hard to keep a romance going from far across the pond
especially if the girl is a pretty blue eyed Mayo blonde

I remember the first Friday night in New York I lost the pledge
After the first week digging sewer lines with the shovel and sledge
I woke up the next morning with my clothes on in a helpless state
And was informed later that day I had been helped home by my mate.
I spent most of that Saturday on my bed room floor feebly sprawled
and went so often to the bathroom my aunt Mary was appalled

It’s so hard to keep a romance going from far across the pond
especially if the girl is a pretty blue eyed Mayo blonde

London sights must have been remarkable for a girl of eighteen
The weekends full of dancing was far better than the Mayo scene
No more ceili dancing for this fun loving beauty from Pontoon
And I'm sure there were many fine lads in the Irish saloon
Since third class in the national school you I always admired
Then as the teen years went onward it was you I most desired

It’s so hard to keep a romance going from far across the pond
especially if the girl is a pretty blue eyed Mayo blonde

It’s no good talking about old times it’s about now I'm concerned
I have this empty feeling in my heart and I think I've been spurned
You’ll have plenty of friends to tag along while you spend your assets
And I will be over here with only memories and regrets
Friends will help you spend your money total strangers will do the same
Have so many friends last night and today they will not know your name

It’s so hard to keep a romance going from far across the pond
especially if the girl is a pretty blue eyed Mayo blonde