Douglas McClarty Poems

A cold silence broke
No more words spoken, after
Both embroiled in a war
of verbal destruction
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Herrings alive fresh hern!
Was the call in drumard drive
Then the milkman would arrive
Followed by the bread mans cart
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When I was younger than today
I dreamt of living far away
Spanish blue sky's days of sun
Just endless retirement days of fun
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The organist played solemn tunes
As the empty front pews began to fill
The timid sit to the back near the front door
Waiting on those who have gone before.
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They face each other
at the weekend dance
The rules always the same
The battle of the sexes begins
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The wind is howling down the chimney
Smoke from the burning logs uninvited
In my now very hazy room,
Watery eyes, coughing, cursing these
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Enemies are now my friends
Worries I have no more
Yesterday's pain seems better now
Can't recall how it was before
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The plot was half an acre
That was her world her home
Never ventured far from here
No need her life was all there
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For days a little bird
tapped on my window
Until I realised,
It was chasing
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Our memories are scattered
like pieces of a puzzle
Little bits here and there,
past life in fragments
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