Damian Cranney

Rookie - 75 Points (27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

Damian Cranney Poems

1. The Web 12/10/2012
2. Le Bois 12/10/2012
3. Bleak Fields 12/10/2012
4. Toms Mine 12/10/2012
5. Religions Extremes 12/10/2012
6. Eternal Love 12/10/2012
7. All The Way 12/10/2012
8. Jessica 12/10/2012
9. Belief 12/10/2012
10. Loves Vicissitudes 12/10/2012
11. Lifes Road 12/10/2012
12. Red Rum 12/10/2012
13. Blue Anchor Bay At Dusk 12/10/2012
14. Ruminating 12/17/2012
15. Not So Barren 1/7/2013
16. The Question 5/27/2013
17. The Road Trod 5/31/2013
18. The Female Paradox. 6/12/2013
19. Lady Caroline Rothclare 10/3/2013
20. Stress Free 10/29/2013
21. Loves Needs 11/6/2013
22. Look For The Now 12/4/2013
23. Seaside Nostalgia 2/21/2014
24. For You 2/24/2014
25. Mad Jasper 12/10/2012
26. You Are My Love 6/30/2013
27. Scotland The Brave Uk 3/23/2014
28. The Souls Passage 4/14/2014
29. Prescribed Poetry 4/23/2014
30. Loves Rejuvenation 4/25/2014
31. Death 4/27/2014
32. Dangerous Seas 5/1/2014
33. Loves Tragedy 3/18/2014
34. Can I Buy Some Happiness Please 5/12/2014
35. Lying Not Standing 5/24/2014
36. Forgive You Your Sins 6/6/2014
37. An Independant Scotland (Or Beware The English) 6/15/2014
38. Friendship 6/17/2014
39. Two Lives Together 7/17/2014
40. Don'T Vacillate 7/18/2014
Best Poem of Damian Cranney

Go Fishing

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.

I remember, one idyllic, sunny day in spring,
Rising early, well before, dawns tentative groping light,
Arriving at the lake to hear, a far off robin, sing,
A ripple from a rising fish, all added to the sight,

To angle for your supper, is reward enough, it's true,
But that day, was a record day, eleven trout all told,
It fed ...

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Toms Mine

The soldier bravely trod the sod
The sod he chose to tread was fine
Until he trod upon a mine
His apparel was left in disarray,
Because he chose to die that way

Hold on, I hear you say or sigh,
He did not choose that way to die!
It was his duty, he had no choice,

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