Bernard Kennedy

Rookie - 194 Points (20 May 1956 / Dublin)

Bernard Kennedy Poems

1. The Manse Gate 1/24/2012
2. Joseph-The Father 1/24/2012
3. Sheets Of Slow Rain In Sligo 1/27/2012
4. Advent Hymn To Christ 1/27/2012
5. Church In Evening May 2/1/2012
6. They Prepared Her Funeral 3/8/2012
7. Night 3/8/2012
8. Christmas 3/8/2012
9. Robin Of Pyrocanta 3/15/2012
10. Morning In North Sligo 3/15/2012
11. Ambition 3/15/2012
12. Sligo Night Sky 3/15/2012
13. Sligo Evening Sky 3/15/2012
14. Sligo Dream Of Lorca 3/15/2012
15. Old Blue Eyes 3/30/2012
16. Goodbye Bohemia 4/3/2012
17. Easter Day 4/4/2012
18. Conversion 4/5/2012
19. Octobers' End 11/9/2012
20. May Night 3/8/2012
21. As The Frost Lifts 2/22/2013
22. Rimbaud-Tribute 2/22/2013
23. Oh! Tempora Mores 2/22/2013
24. Beechwood Centenary Steeple 2/22/2013
25. Looking Up 8/24/2013
26. Puscar The Cat 9/11/2013
27. Homefullness 9/27/2013
28. Canary With Cat 10/16/2013
29. St. Judes' Storm 10/28/2013
30. A Winter Rose 11/10/2013
31. Autumns End 11/16/2013
32. Christmas Eve 12/3/2013
33. Soul's Voice 12/7/2013
34. Forest Moon 12/12/2013
35. A Christmas Beechwood 12/22/2013
36. New Year 12/29/2013
37. The Holy Name 1/3/2014
38. A Dawn Chorus 1/9/2014
39. The Grim Reaper 1/10/2014
40. Stillness & Thomas Merton 1/11/2014
Best Poem of Bernard Kennedy

Old Faithful Dog

I never thought him dead.
Only running in the park,
and sitting stretched by fire,
or with his paw,
pushing the dish,
' more water now'.

And barking, for post,
and visitor, and exits,
from his home domain,
and up the stairs at ten,
and down again at six.

A rhythm of memories
and habits.
Until his back legs gave,
and the vets scanning eyes
' he has had a good and happy life'.
And my heart sank.

I held him as he passed,
and watched him go,
to another field or park.
This time without a leash.

I can still ...

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The Manse Gate

At a wave of his hand, with his eye on the traffic,
Underneath his yellow helmet head,
the bulldozer, lifting its beak
Came down upon the old Manse gate,
And in a second, with its pillars
And walls, were rubble for the road,
foundation.
Contributing to its raiso d'etre, passe.

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