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Damian Cranney Poems
I would like to find God, the enquiring mind said, But I don’t really want to have to wait till I’m dead, And when I say find him, I do not mean in spirit, If he really exists, I would like to pay him a visit.
Our Brothers keeper
I look upon the dark of night, and go to bed content, Knowing that, tomorrow l will eat and be replete, But I know, as you well do, the same cannot be said, For brothers who will wake unfed, no food to eat,
There is no peace to equal that, of fishing by a Lake, Or a stream, or river broad, or pond within a wood, If worries you would cast away, take a fishing break, Nature, is the balm that Soothes, the restless soul for good.
He rode into town, with an easy grace, Riding his horse, at a leisurely pace, He didn't slow down, he didn't look round the street was deserted, and he heard not a sound.
Friendship is like a light in the night, A reliable beacon, when your way is unsure, You know that a greeting, awaits you on sight, When you walk up and knock, on that welcoming door,
The Unlit Road
Let explorers go where they will, l have discovered my paradise in thee, New worlds do not me, with interest fill For you have set my roaming spirit free,
She sat across the room in deep concentration, Watching Tv with avid fascination She is as desirable now as the day we first met, We've had our differences, but never had regret.
Let The Earth Breath
The lungs of earth, are being attacked, If we want to keep breathing its now we should act, If not for the sake of our own peace of mind, Then for our children‘s children and all of mankind.
Date With A Vampire
There once was a vampire quite fat, Who was partial to fricassee of rat? He liked to drink blood, but rat he did favour, It really was quite peculiar behaviour.
Becky, my Becky our Becky She's lovely in spite of herself She'd frighten a big hairy yet ti, Yet charm you right off from your shelf.
Be True To You
In seasons past the fustian class That is those who toiled and broiled. Would always bear truth, To the faults of their youth,
Jessica with the smiling face, Reflecting all my grandma's grace Reminding me of my mothers charms I love to hold you in my arms.
Family, family, why on earth do we have one They make you feel wanted but also quite put upon, We wouldn't be here, if they'd not been there, But if they weren't there, with whom would you share?
She walked in beauty Spare and Sprite While all around her stopped and stared As if in awe at such a Sight But on she moved, oblivious She,
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I would like to find God, the enquiring mind said,
But I don’t really want to have to wait till I’m dead,
And when I say find him, I do not mean in spirit,
If he really exists, I would like to pay him a visit.
I would like to be able to ring up and say,
Is it ok if I call round and see you today,
I believe we are made in his likeness, they tell
So if he’s like me, we should get on quite well?
Now please understand, I am not being blasphemous,
I would love to meet God with no church in between us,
By church I mean all of the third party religions, ...