CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME

Would I have kept you closer, longer, if you’d been a soft toy that found my empty arms when the nights were endless instead of your characteristically classy chaos the posters never chose to optimize or were we meant to be just chalk running into the deluge of the rainstorm? Should I have been less […]

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BOOKENDS, STARTS TODAY AT 5PM GMT

  Coming today and everyday at 5pm for the next 30 days… BOOKENDS A GOODYBE TO PARIS before returning to Ireland after 23 years away A month of moments and memories, passion and partings poetry and photography WordlessWednesdays and StreetScenesonSaturdays   By Damien B. Donnelly

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SEASONAL CYCLES

– Winter’s withering winds rustle through berry’s blossom in the gentle dawn, falling on these days of the daffodil. I walk by wild water in a world wild of will. Bloom beneath spring summer; a blanket beautiful, seasons are cycles, sweet that song from seed to stone. All words by Damien B. Donnelly influenced by […]

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OUI

Day 11: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Was it true, was it you, in the blink of an eye and the history of a man out of time, a man not mine? Was it true, was it you, who settled sweetly onto sofa, who slipped swiftly into suggestions as we washed whispers with wine? Was […]

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MOTHERS CHILD

We are carved and we are cared for, Cuddled and coddled all our lives, But we are, will always remain A mother’s creation, the love And labour of the hands That first held us. I see you In me, in the minutes so simple, In the moments so precious, Sometimes so predictable, Other times obscure. […]

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TEMPTATION

Tongue tickling With the thought Of trilling you, Teasing you, Tempting you Down and deep And dirty… Fingers fidgeting With a feeling To frisk you And find fun And frolics Flirt with flesh and fondle… Submitting To a supple session Of scandal, Seeking the sinner To satisfy the senses Sweaty and sweet And sexy… Panting […]

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MY MUSE

Dance with me for a while you asked And how could I refuse? The belle of the ball at a soiree of cities You are lady and goddess, the muse. Deep in your heart I walked through you To see you for what you are, The product of passion and maker of magic Like the […]

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Paris- Within Me

What is it about you that daily replaces you In front of my eyes No matter how far from you I travel? Were you the first one I saw from above With your grey slates, Smokeless chimneys And laddering towers to the Gods? Specs of gallant green Among your columns and follies, Your marching boulevards […]

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