Donal Mahoney


Donal Mahoney Poems

1. A Husband Goes To A Flower Show -new- 9/5/2015
2. A Song In Her Valley 3/25/2015
3. Looking For A Piece -new- 8/28/2015
4. Before The Leap -new- 9/4/2015
5. Manna Falls -new- 9/4/2015
6. Daylily -new- 9/4/2015
7. Summer Snow -new- 9/4/2015
8. When Carbon Paper Was King 3/25/2015
9. A Previous Life 3/26/2015
10. A Critic Comes To Dinner 3/31/2015
11. Seasons Of The Year 3/31/2015
12. Small Shoulders 3/31/2015
13. Unplanned Parenthood 3/31/2015
14. Six-Pack Uncle Jack 3/31/2015
15. The Two Of Them 3/31/2015
16. First Tulip 4/1/2015
17. An Unfortunate Remark 4/2/2015
18. Yowling 4/3/2015
19. Someone From Home 4/3/2015
20. Chicken Bone Stuck 4/4/2015
21. Space Program 4/6/2015
22. The Prodigal 4/7/2015
23. Makes Forever Shorter 4/10/2015
24. The Skywriter 4/10/2015
25. Wheelchair With A View 4/14/2015
26. Sleep Apnea Or Agent Orange: Let’s Hear It For Monsanto 4/20/2015
27. Missiles And Land Mines 4/22/2015
28. Dazzle And Whirr 4/24/2015
29. Norma Jeane At A Bus Stop,1943 4/24/2015
30. Each Morning 4/25/2015
31. The Shish Kebab Genocide 4/28/2015
32. At The Hop 5/1/2015
33. A Singular Repast 5/4/2015
34. Guns And Cell Phones 5/4/2015
35. Home For The Winter 5/6/2015
36. Family Picnic 5/8/2015
37. Right To Flow 5/8/2015
38. Loving Her 5/13/2015
39. Old Quilter In A Rush 5/15/2015
40. My Fiancée Visits My Father’s House 5/16/2015
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.

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The Honey Room

Brother Al, in his hood,
is out in his field
making love to his bees.
From my room I can see him
move through his hives
the way people should move
among people.
The bees give him gold and the gold
turns orange in the jars

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