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Lady in the Snow | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Lady in the Snow | Donal Mahoney

I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m.
to see if a miracle’s occurred
and the paper’s landed somewhere
in the snow blanketing our lawn.
Instead I see a clump on the mat
a one-eyed cat dazed by the cold
looking at me as if to say
“Are you the guy I saw
a week ago before I ran?”
Every morning now I feed
two feral toms at our back door
but never a cat at our front door.
My wife might say okay
once she knows this cat’s
a lady in big trouble.
When I open the door
the cat runs across the street
turns around, sits on the curb
looks at me and says, “Listen, Mister,
I’m cold and hungry but we just met.
One quick peek is all you get.”

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The Deli on Granville | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Deli on Granville | Donal Mahoney

I lived in the attic back then,
and late those evenings I had to study
and couldn’t afford to go drinking
I’d run down to the deli and buy
bagels and smoked lox.
I’d watch the lame son
wrap each item in white paper
while his father, coughing at the register,
pointed to the cans on the wall
and screamed, “Serve yourself! Serve yourself!”
I’d grab a tin of baked beans and he’d smile.
Now, years later, I return to the deli
and find that it’s closed.
The sign on the door confirms
what everyone else already knows:
There has been a death in the family.

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Cursed Hatred | El Sane Ken Silencer - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Cursed Hatred | El Sane Ken Silencer

She is the rejected stone
that not even moss felt
her long presence
under, nor earthworm.
Neither is there a root
of any grass that leaks
her buttock, not also ants
Whilst rain fall, fall and fall
not t’watch away
the hatred of her
cursed hatred, the cloud remain tall.
The moon comes and fade
the stars sing and sink
still, the cloud blank
smoking the smoky smoke…
Telling the black colour
of a cursed hatred.

Maggie and Max | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Maggie and Max | Donal Mahoney

Our son married a flibbertygibbet,
my wife says, and I agree,
but he loves Maggie very much
so I say let’s keep quiet.
It’s not our place to criticize.
Max is 33, and not long
back from Iraq.
I remind my wife
that Maggie can cook
better than most
so let’s give her a chance.
Max works two jobs
and he’s never home.
Maggie’s young.
Maybe the baby will help
but I doubt it.
Too bad Maggie
didn’t take to quilting,
my wife points out.
The ladies at church
did their best to teach her.
But quilters, I remind her,
don’t go out at midnight
to places nobody knows.
My wife keeps asking
why Max married Maggie.
I don’t know what to say.
Finally I tell her I never saw
any woman walk like Maggie.
My wife says I never will.

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Sand in Time | Kenneth Vincent Walker - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Sand in Time | Kenneth Vincent Walker

A twinkling sea
And sand in
This morning’s

Spectacular
Display for
Our pleasure.

This foaming,
Bubbling land
Smiles at me.

For our leisure
Is the source of
Our vernacular.

The daily grind
We left standing
In the bitter cold

As we’ve traveled
Long and hard far
Away from home

Before we’re too old
To fully enjoy landing
Beside palms sublime.

For we never truly know
When the ending starts,
And ultimately unravels,

As we are as sand in time.

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