#TonyGormanPoetry


A Course in Bereavement

When sickness takes the one’s you love and you are in despair And grief becomes a part of you and tears are all you share Bring memories back into your mind of happier days gone by And share these memories with those who lend their shoulder when you cry For loved ones who have passed over are never... 

Welcome to the fall

Hallow be to all we see As autumn comes our way When evenings they grow shorter To cloak the light of day When ripened fruit will bow the branch And winds will make them fall And fields of gold are sowed again Where once it grew so tall And migrant birds have left our shores Before our winters chill And... 

The Killing Fields of the Somme

In the fields where once the trenches were White crosses stand in place Of an inhuman battle fought there In that frightening open space For the soldiers that died there Were just fodder as bullets flew As their leaders sat in safety While the corpses grew and grew Up and over was the call there As... 

Arms

Arms are what we cuddle with to sympathise a loss And what we use when working to get credit from our boss And what we hold our children with to cradle them asleep And help wipe away a teardrop with when we see somebody weep But other arms can hurt when they’re in the form of guns And bombs and rockets... 

At One with Life

At one with life can mean a lot along the trails we roam And each one is a page in time a chapter or a poem We take the things that come our way to teach us what we know Like extracting seeds and planting them to watch the product grow The light of day will illuminate the paths and help us see A road... 

A Fisherman’s Day of Therapy

Set men upon the waterways with rod’s and line’s to fish Just gaining freedoms glory in a boyhood dreamy wish As they sit there by the waterside while the Robin sings aloud With their thoughts transfixed on nature shaded by the morning cloud As the Water Voles swim to and fro down in the reeds... 

Escaping the Grim Reaper

My time it had been borrowed From the clock upon the wall Its pendulums just ticked away As my life heard death’s loud call Every day the clock ticked louder To help my life extend As the minutes turned to hours Its face became my friend And days turned into months And the months turned into years And... 
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