Bernard Kennedy Poems

The bills come in, those reminders,
in their window envelope,
2 tell us, i dwell here too.
Upon the hall floor,
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I was told, as a young boy,
that the Magnolia is 'The prince
of Shrubs'-on Zion Road,
Rathgar.
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The church attendance slightly down,
the rugby match has drawn the crowd,
my walk in Herbert Park is done.
The papers need some reading,
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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.
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Your coffin was carried
slowly through,
the door where, you had stood
many times greeting others.
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at the darkest, deadest, depressed
nature's hour,
holiness yeasted a light,
a glimmer, slowly seen,
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Lucent, bright, and high above
our humble passing earthly dwelling,
the moon, large and bright December morning,
sits and presidential stays the hand
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My father was a Chemist,
and the Apothecary symbol was
a mortar and pestle.
Elements were ground together,
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I remember a young boy once envious
cried out, on seeing his sisters
birthday card,
'there's only one number on mine'.
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Like a pilot light it is there
and begins to spread, this steely bright
sparkling startling light, encourage us in nature's winter way.
Never gloom but waiting hope
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