The World Trade Centre Doesn't Exist Anymore
Two-thousand and one. Eleventh of September.
A day we will always remember
When the world watched a city go ablaze;
Two tall towers were what caught the people's gaze.
Planes had flown and crashed like a missile,
With tragic consequences proving absolutely vile.
Every person left stunned, many with tearful eyes,
Not very common under pleasant blue skies.
The Pentagon next, and then followed by a field;
Shame the innocent passengers had no shield
To save themselves from their fiery end.
Man had witnessed evil like never before,
And one to take responsibility was Osama Bin Laden,
Laying back and not participating - the coward,
Possibly laughing at those who wallow and sadden.
It was a terrorist attack, one never seen before;
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Oh Childhood, Where Art Thou?
Oh childhood, where art thou?
Oh please, oh please,
Can you return to me now?
I miss the innocence,
I miss the games;
Hell, I even miss the bullies
Calling everybody bad names.
I miss the times where you'd watch childish TV
And none of your friends found it an embarrassment.
Now, every time I'm caught watching young kids' channels,
I feel like I'm suffering constant harassment.
Where did the days go when my body
Was as small and fit as a fiddle?
Those who grow and choose to be mature
To me shall always be a riddle.
What happened to those chasing games I used to play?
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Mother, Mother
Mother, mother. My beloved mother,
I hope you know my love for you is like no other.
You do me every favour to show that you care,
And no matter what way we may argue,
I learn that your decisions are all so very fair.
You are a lovely woman and someone to behold,
You're more of a prize to me than any pot of gold.
I see you every day and I think to myself,
"Wow, this angel gave me life! "
This isn't all you're admired for
As I'm sure you make a brilliant wife.
You do every chore around the house;
Where do you get the time?
I'm just surprised that, after so much tiring work,
You're doing rather fine.
At heart, you are very beautiful;
A strong and responsible creature.
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Tall Bus Girl
There is a girl, a girl on my bus:
Dublin Bus number fourteen.
That tall girl who hops on my bus
Has to be one of the prettiest I've ever seen.
I see her many days but not every day,
Usually at the bus-stop standing elegantly.
Her posture combined with her beauty
Has me watch her presence that is saintly.
I can't help but ogle her,
I turn away when she catches me.
Her face is engraved in my heart forever;
I ask myself what kind of angel is she?
I see her glance at me almost every time.
But most days she does this with a smile.
What could this mean?
She acknowledges my gaze from as far as a mile.
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Goodbye Max
I feared this day would come.
The reality of my feelings
Could only be felt by some.
I was afraid, walking through the door.
Daddy was there too, waiting for me;
An agonising pain sight was there for me to see.
There he laid, my best friend.
His ginger and white shredding apart,
Confirming by action his days were at an end.
I didn't want to lose him; I couldn't bear to let him go.
It saddens me to realise that Death cannot take a no.
But then her needle came, and his time was up.
Poor old Max. He was such a good pup.
While a tear rolled down my cheek,
A bright light of fetching games
Was what I'd hoped my dog would seek.
Daddy was sad. I was sad. All of the family sad.
There was no stopping the needle pumping the vein.
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Red And White Stripes
At the club, I knew straight off you meant something to me,
From the moment you turned around and showed me that look
Which surprised me and how you made that acceptance-shrug
Pleased me greatly, and suddenly my heart and I were stuck.
This hadn't been done before. You were the first to do so.
Not like all the previous girls, you didn't spit me a no.
You were dancing with your friends, your hair shone like a star.
And because you agreed to kiss me, only you were the best by far.
I remember loosening up and making my move forward.
I instantly appreciated your state of mind; you were different to all the others.
And by being different to all the others, I mean you didn't find this awkward.
Our kiss was magical, my mood was nostalgical.
I enjoyed the taste of your saliva and tongue
As Black Eyed Peas' 'I Gotta Feelin'' was what my mind had sung.
Though, in that moment, this was not the song that played.
I wish I'd remembered what it was; no one ever said.
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
College Girl
I'm unsure whether you're aware of this or not,
But you, college girl, are the face of all my dreams.
Destiny has adamantly chosen us
To join together hand-in-hand it seems.
I secretly fell for you from minute one
As you were the mirror of someone I adored very much.
That included hair, eyes, nose,
Good attitude, natural beauty and such.
I'm confused however as to how you think of me:
You're social to me in person but unfollowed me on Twitter?
Not something to be expected by a belle
With sparkling lips and eyes that glitter.
I like the way you laugh at some of my comical jokes,
And though I may not be the babe like Johnny Sexton,
There was no need to laugh in my face that day
After I'd asked a plain and serious question.
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Largest Jigsaw Missing
You addressed me as your friend,
I addressed you as a brother from another mother.
I regarded us as Ireland's strongest companions
Since we always had each other.
I knew you since I was five,
You knew me since you were four.
As far back as Junior Infants
I sensed that, eternally, our friendship would soar.
Footballs were kicked,
Girls we talked.
Wild parties we attended
While we laughed at teens getting locked.
You were everything in my social life,
I couldn't imagine joy without you.
We were so close that the more the years passed,
The more the sound of our bond reached crescendo.
[...] Read more
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!