NewYear'sEve© 2022TonyFallon11

 NewYear'sEve© 2022TonyFallon11

Tis one more New Year's Eve and it seems

Once again you spent the whole night in my dreams

To be together again you seemed delighted

I was so happy too we were reunited

As I held you in my arms, I stroked your lovely hair

And looked into blue eyes that are beyond compare

The eyes that can show love for a child or living thing

An animal's broken leg a bird with broken wing

Through green fields we went through gaps and over stiles

You laughed so happily full of smiles

We climbed a hill for what seemed like hours

You laughed like a child while I picked wildflowers

Then suddenly your image started to recede

And from my dreams you were slowly freed

That we will be together is one of my prayers

When I woke up this morning I was in tears

NewYearThoughts©2022TonyFallon12

 NewYearThoughts©2022TonyFallon12

Twenty one is gone out the door I'm so glad it is gone

Twenty two was here at midnight eight hours before the new dawn

Twenty one should get a kick in the ass going out the door

It was not much better that the one that went before

There isn't one amongst us from County Cork to Tyrone

Who doesn't know some friend or relative who died all alone

Or heard the arguments about wearing or not wearing masks

While the overworked medical staff went about their tasks

This latest strain of influenza will surely smite us

Far sooner than the flu, bronchitis or laryngitis

The total deaths continue to rise from the infection

Of people who fear hoax theories about the injection

Meanwhile gambling is guided by major sports and the state

Encouraging the poor people to dream and speculate

Now I fear gamblers and alcoholics are synonymous

The newest organization is Gambles Anonymous

Reportedly far out in space there is a huge asteroid

And if it veers and hits the earth we could all be destroyed

Undeterred the living must hold on while the world spins around

And hope at the year's end we have not lost any more ground

DeBlasio will be gone too thanks to term limitation

I hope Adams proves to be The Big Apple's salvation

On New Years Eve a new blinking star appeared in the night

There is little doubt in my heart it must be Betty White

Ignored©2022TonyFallon13

 Ignored©2022TonyFallon13

Sometimes you are normal other times aloof

Most times I'm happy you live beneath my roof

It's so much better than living alone

And together we both have grown 

You are so affectionate and of you I'm fond

The longer we are together the greater the bond

No more do I get to use my favourite chair

Because when you awake it's always covered in hair

Because you never exercise, you're putting on the weight

Every time I see you, you have tinned salmon on your plate

When was the last time you went outside and  walked

If you don't shape up for a dog you'll be swapped

Breakup©2022TonyFallon16

 Breakup©2022TonyFallon16

We were so young and married on a whim

Then the lights of love started to grow dim

When little hurt feelings need some repairs

And the only answer is some angry glares

Now I am me and you are surely you

Mutually we once again are two

When we vowed, we were supposed to be one

How did good intentions become undone?

Was it you or I who was immature?

Who was the first one who didn't feel secure?

Why so quickly have we both lost the lust?

I think we should have worked to keep us robust

Why did love so quickly turn to torment?

Maybe we can learn after we lament

I hope we learn from our many mistakes

I hope we learn from our many heartaches

All our friends have so many suggestions

You and I have still so many questions

Rahara 54©2021TonyFallon1210.

 Rahara 54©2021TonyFallon1210.

In Rahara in the 60's the girls all wanted nylons
While we young fellows wanted the juniors to beat up St Johns
Those were years before iphones or any kind of computer
We all envied Willie Corcoran and his little scooter
Then we had a fine home-grown team just after the big war time
Just as the Beirnes Donnellys and Beatties were coming to prime.
Big Malachy Donnelly and Micky Murry were like blocks
And most rival forwards never got inside our goalie's box
We didn't win a county championships or other glory
For Creggs or Oran games we went in Eamon Beattie's lorry
There were no pipers or drummers ready to play marching tunes
The games and practices were held on most Sunday afternoons
On hairy legs and white arms there would be wounds scrapes and scratches
And big clumps of grass missing from Ger Egans field in patches
One cold October day a game was played in bad conditions
A replay of a drawn game one of the GAA's bad decisions
They lads all looked so confident as they marched out there in green
With so many Beirnes Beattie's and Donnelly's in the fifteen
As well as those just mentioned we had favorites of the crowd
Like Jim and Des Brennan brothers Willie Fallon and Ned Dowd
Stephen Miley and Tommy Tully made their contributions
The Champion did not mention the use of substitutions
That day we were all shivering but they had skimpy attire
Made worse by slimy under footing of water, muck and mire
In the hour Athleague scored only one point from a close in free
Rahara were the victors even though they scored only three
The referee was Barry Malloy in charge of the whistle
All thirty players behaved themselves there was no dismissal
If a line ball did go against us it did no good to plea
Either linesman was rarely overruled by the referee
It was the semifinal in the papers it was noted
In late October fifty-four a column was devoted
In a week against Eoghan Ruaghs the didn't do so well
On the final score of that Sunday alas I shall not dwell
To the all-star team none of Rahara players were voted
And since they lost the final game the team was not promoted
Some of us still alive can look back on our Rahara years
With a certain sadness in our hearts from some foreign frontiers

KevinBarry(C)2021TonyFallon1109

 KevinBarry(C)2021TonyFallon1109

The ghost of Kevin Barry still in memory lingers on

The brave lad who faced the hangman in that November dawn

 A true Irish martyr facing death in his teenage years 

While his supporters knelt in a last ditch despair and tears

Broken hearted sympathisers on the road outside Mountjoy

Not there to mourn a grown man just an eighteen year old boy

Was he driven on by madness or the desire to be free?

A brave step by an irish son in his search for liberty

A full time college student one day he missed some courses

Because he was a member of the secret armed forces

Pinned down beneath an idle lorry enemy blood was shed

And one  more British soldier on a Dublin street lay dead

A twice jammed up old rifle laid ruin to his other plans

And he did not live long enough to fight the black and tans

Thinking of Eire's freedom full of young rebel ideas

Throw off the yoke of tyranny a perfect panaceas

They would hang him on the gallows  a cruel illustration

Not realizing this would unite the entire nation

No more he'll walk in Dublin or go to Church in Westland Row

No more he'll walk family fields in Dumguin in Carlow

His brave deeds were emulated by nine more fearless young men

Buried in the jail side by side known as The Forgotten Ten

The bodies of those brave young men as well as that of Kevin

Were taken from that evil ground and now lie in Glasnevin

MySundaySnack(C)2021 TonyFallon0919

 MySundaySnack(C)2021

TonyFallon0919

I'm trying to make healthy fish and chips

Not to fry them in butter but oil

I've gone to the store already on two trips

Now I have no aluminum foil

The pan I think is too small  in size

It barely holds all of the whiting

It's too full when I add the fries

When the grease spills over it's lighting

Two hours ago I started the soup

It takes time it's New England chowder

When it bubbled I added a scoop

Of fat free milk made from powder

There is no chowder on earth like mine

I can't wait for it to thicken

Those who eat it say it's divine

That's because I add pork and chicken