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. As The Frost Lifts 2/22/2013
21. Rimbaud-Tribute 2/22/2013
22. On Religion 2/22/2013
23. Oh! Tempora Mores 2/22/2013
24. Beechwood Centenary Steeple 2/22/2013
25. The Bird Swoops 2/25/2013
26. Haiku For God 2/25/2013
27. Haiku Ranelagh 2/25/2013
28. Compline At Sixty 4/26/2013
29. Dublin May Day 5/9/2013
30. Looking Up 8/24/2013
31. Puscar The Cat 9/11/2013
32. Homefullness 9/27/2013
33. Canary With Cat 10/16/2013
34. St. Judes' Storm 10/28/2013
35. A Winter Rose 11/10/2013
36. Autumns End 11/16/2013
37. Christmas Eve 12/3/2013
38. Soul's Voice 12/7/2013
39. Forest Moon 12/12/2013
40. A Christmas Beechwood 12/22/2013
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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Heading Home

It has to be the warmest of feelings.
You have been away, and seen exciting scenes,
and eaten foods you never ate before,
and tasted delicacy.
And walked a stranger kind of street.
Then, near the end, of that nomadic path,
you know the tickets booked,
the train leaves prompt at nine,
and down you go,

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