Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1. Booger Mcnulty And Me 3/11/2012
2. Last Irish Christening 3/14/2012
3. Sadie Says 3/17/2012
4. Beulah Needs Another Man 3/18/2012
5. Two In The Head 3/20/2012
6. Memories 3/21/2012
7. The Honey Room 10/10/2011
8. So Fingertips Kiss 10/11/2011
9. 'Lemon Underwear' 10/12/2011
10. In Break Formation 10/9/2011
11. A Day In The Life Of Paddy Murphy, Broker 3/30/2012
12. Take Me To The Taxidermist 3/31/2012
13. Scenes From A Parish 4/2/2012
14. No New Woman 4/2/2012
15. Dropped By A Peacock 4/4/2012
16. Haberdasher's Thoughts 4/4/2012
17. Recluse At Coney 4/6/2012
18. Dr. Donohue 4/6/2012
19. Bells From The Cathedral 4/7/2012
20. Dad 4/7/2012
21. Waggle And Jounce 4/8/2012
22. Pedro, Pablo And Little José 4/11/2012
23. Hermit's Confession 4/14/2012
24. The Cab That I Caught 4/16/2012
25. Unintelligent Design 4/17/2012
26. Prayer For The Priests Of Mexico City 4/17/2012
27. Staff Meeting At Auschwitz 4/22/2012
28. Boysenberry Eyes Awhirl 4/24/2012
29. Mother's Day 4/25/2012
30. Straight In His Caneback Chair 4/30/2012
31. Paddy Murphy's Wake 4/30/2012
32. What Purpose Does A Rabbit Have 5/1/2012
33. Wilson And Broadway At 4 A.M. 5/1/2012
34. Kissing Carol Ann 5/3/2012
35. The Last Honeydew 5/5/2012
36. Meeting Dad Again 5/15/2012
37. Diamond Of Jello 5/15/2012
38. Collateral Damage 5/15/2012
39. Dawn Tomorrow 5/17/2012
40. Strangers In Peoria 5/18/2012
Best Poem of Donal Mahoney

A Good Neighbor

Cookies for George,
40 years back from Viet Nam,
are the only payment
the man will accept
to mow your lawn,
rake your leaves,
shovel your snow.

He sleeps behind
his brother's house
above the garage.
Every two weeks
he shaves and bathes.
His brother takes him
to the Veterans Hospital.

George has cancer again
40 years after Agent Orange.
But he'll mow your lawn,
rake your leaves
and shovel your snow
for nothing less than
cookies for George.

Read the full of A Good Neighbor

So Fingertips Kiss

Five kids, eight years.
And then one day my wife
shouts to me on the tractor
roaring in the field:

“I’ve had enough.”
And like a ballerina,
she rises on one foot, sole
of the other foot firm

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