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What it is to be Irish / My life so far
2007-03-19 19:39:00
In the Summer of 1984, Ronald Reagan, actor and sitting American President, came home to Ballyporeen, a small village on the outskirts of Cork in Ireland. He came in search of two things; his roots, and the Irish American vote. He found both over a pint of Guinness and a staged photograph with Garret Fitzgerald, the Irish Prime Minister. He was not the first President to come courting the Irish. John F. Kennedy did the same in 1963. Take in a quick trip to Ireland, show everyone you’re really just a simple Irish man made good, and come election time, hope they vote for you. It worked for him, and it worked for Reagan. With the Irish American vote secured, it was back to the White House, and that’s the last the Irish heard from Washington until Bill Clinton. It’s amazing to me how many Americans claim to be from Ireland. Even though some are as many as 5 and 6 generations removed, they still identify themselves proudly as being Irish. What is it that 20 odd million Americans, born


You and I
2007-11-13 22:38:00
When next we do meet,Shall we smile like all is well,And let life go on?© 2007, Tim Prendeville


Wasted Time
2007-11-13 22:10:00
I saw you walking on Main Street.You were wearing that smirk again.What is it about your airThat bugs me so?I remember a time of simplicity,Before life’s complications.More the fool IThat I ever kept score.And now?Too many wasted moments.My resolve is one of surrenderTo each their own.© 2007, Tim Prendeville
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All Grown Up
2007-11-12 18:37:00
I met you sometime back,I think you had just turned 40.I watched you walk towards me,You had no hurry.It was not a carefree walk,More like you were questioning which direction you should go.And though all around you there were people,You didn’t ask which way you should turn.What brought you here?Was it just life?Which way did you come by?Did you get lost?Are you still lost? © 2007, Tim Prendeville
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The Clothes Line
2007-11-12 18:36:00
I know of a little pathway you used to walk.I’ve walked it many times myself.I never knew it gave you so much joy.I never knew it was your solace.How many times do you suppose you walked on that path?Up and down come rain or come shine.How many problems pottered around your mind?How many did you solve?When it was young it could see for miles.The wind could blow,The sun cast no shadows,It had purpose.But now it is old and overtaken by life.It no longer sees so far.Its keeper is gone.No one uses clothes lines anymore. © 2007, Tim Prendeville
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Woodvale Road
2007-11-12 18:35:00
I remember Woodvale Road when it was young.Houses had large gardens,The fences were low,And neighbors talked to each other.There were open spaces for kids to play,Toys lay scattered on lawns at night.Doors may or may not have been locked,And everyone slept soundly.I remember going home after late nights out with friends,And walking the last stretch of Woodvale Road with shoes in hand,Careful not to alert parents or neighbors to our near dawn returns.The stillness that night time brings is not suited to teenagers.The front door lock was always tricky,Poised to betray my entry.Did you ever hear me?I remember I’d always stop at the foot of the stairs,And listen for the familiar creak of floorboards,A signal that someone had heard me..And sneaking to the kitchen to satisfy alcohol induced hunger,That only food from a mother’s fridge can quell.In my minds eye I can still see our little kitchen,I can even smell it.Mushy peas soaking on the stove top,Potatoes peeled and soaking in a pot,T


What If (Alternate)
2007-11-22 01:56:00
What if you had returned an hour earlier?Would you have turned and walked away?Would you have said goodbye?What if you had stayed on the camp site that day?Would you still be touring Europe?Would your mom still have a son?What if you had asked me not to leave?Would Utrecht be my home?Would you still be the one?What if we never met in college?Would our lives be that much different?Would happiness have found us so easily?What if you had one more Christmas morning?Would you make us all some breakfast?Would we know to make it last?What if you could change the past?Would you let the present go? Could you live with that?© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville


What If
2007-11-21 02:02:00
What if you had caught the early plane,And seen me there with her?Would you have turned and walked away?Would you have even said goodbye?What if you had stayed home that day,And left the Spanish Steps to someone else?Would you have made it home for Christmas?Would your mom still have a son?What if you had asked me not to leave,And I had stayed and worked things out?Would I be riding bikes and speaking Dutch?Would you still be the one?What if you had never shared that seat with me,And our days were spent apart.Would our lives be that much different?Would happiness have found us so easily?What if you had one more Christmas,And we could share some time with you.Would you make us all some breakfast?Would we know to make it last?What if we could be happy,And see that life is good.Would each day that we are given,Be all we know it could?© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville


Thoughts From A Rocking Chair
2007-11-27 12:33:00
I have become old.I am that person from my youth,The one my parents knew.I am an elder.I do not hurry anymore.I live my life at my pace,And each day like there is no tomorrow.I will live for this moment.I do not worry anymore, my days of stress are gone.I have no deadlines,Nor quotas to meet.I answer only to me.I am responsible for my own happiness.I have loved and been loved,I have laughed and given laughter.I still have more to give.I will look back at my life,And make amends if they need making.I will let go of all regrets.I cannot change the past.© 2007, Tim Prendeville
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Dear God: Just Checking In
2007-11-24 01:13:00
How does this go again?Should I kneel?Should I bless myself?I used to as a kid.I’ve been away a long time.I wonder how that happened.How long since my last confession?Has it been that long?Well, I think I’m ok with the First Commandment.But if I could offer a suggestion?Given the state of the world,Could you make your intentions a little clearer?I haven’t carved any statues lately, so Two looks good.And bowing down is very un-Irish.I’m with you in the vengeance area,And I’ve compiled quite a collection of names myself.Number Three I’m no good with,I never have been,And I know I never will be.I’m hoping for a special dispensation on this one.Number Four looks ok.Although you might bear in mind the times we live in.My expenses are soaring and my bank balance is a joke.You may have gotten by on six days, but margins are smaller now.Number Five has gotten easier for me, only father left now.Mom died of cancer this year.She led a good life.I guess you had your reasons, but you
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Don't Grow Up Too Fast
2007-11-23 12:33:00
Don’t run in the house,This isn’t a race track.Don't grow up too fast.Pick up your toys,It looks like a bomb site.Don't grow up too fast.Eat what you’re given,There isn't a menu.Don't grow up too fast.Eat all your veggies,Or you'll get no dessert.Don't grow up too fast.No talking while eating,Mind your manors.Don't grow up too fast.Brush your teeth,The dentist's not cheap.Don't grow up too fast.That's not how you do it,Would you please pay attention!Don't grow up too fast.Would you please keep it down,I'm watching the ball game.Don't grow up too fast.Clean up your room,I’m not your maid.Don't grow up too fast.Don't talk back,Just sit there and listen.Don't grow up too fast.Do as you're told,While you’re under this roof.Don’t grow up too fast.My the house is real quiet,Where are the kids?© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville


The Ones We Leave Behind
2007-12-03 11:25:00
The house slips into night,It’s redwood clock the only sound.And waking from a restless sleep,He curses in the night.The room feels cold and empty,And he shivers as he stands.Outside beneath the lamplightAn Irish drizzle does a dance.He slides his chair back into place,And puts the room to sleep.And shuffling to the kitchen,He sighs.Gazing through the window,Two chairs by a tree,Under a winter moon,Sit empty.Christmas will be coming soon© 2007, Tim Prendeville
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Mother
2007-11-30 18:16:00
I’ve walked in San Francisco,And sailed from Monterey.I’ve seen Santorini sunsets,That took my breath away.You were always there with me.I’ve won more times in life than lost,And laughed more times than cried.I’ve needed help along the way,In you I did confide.You were always there for me.I’ve learned that life is oft times hard,And sometimes unforgiving.I’ve struggled through some wretched days,But somehow kept on living.Your strength showed me how.I’ve learned the facts of life are firm,And void of all emotion.I’ve woken to a new day now,My stream has found its ocean.You taught me wellIt’s your turn now so rest awhile,Let your children bear the load.Lean softly on our shoulders,We’ll start you on your road.I will always keep you nearThe daffodils have no flutterThe rose is bleeding blackThe woods are cold and emptyThe road is quiet tonight.© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville


The Rain
2007-12-08 12:31:00
I love the sound of rain,It comforts me,Like an unfiltered cigarette,Or a Sunday morning beer.I love to stand in the rain,It is my sanctuary.Sheltered beneath my raincoat,Hidden from the world.I love to watch the rain,It is a portal to my youth,When from my bedroom window,I would look and wonder.I love to walk in the rain,It takes me places from my past.It reminds me of where I came from,All those years ago.I took a walk tonight,It rained and I heard my mother call, Put the rubbish out.And I was home again.© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville


The Mantelpiece Dwellers
2007-12-23 20:42:00
Who are these people,The mantelpiece dwellers,Sitting there in judgment,Witnessing our lives.Are they content,Sitting silently by,All the while watching,Frozen in time.I do not envy you,Posed there for all to see,Grasping at futility,Generations removed.When I am gone,Give me the comfort of a drawer,And let me go.Keep the mantelpiece for the living.© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville


Stolen Moments
2008-01-22 01:50:00
Another early morning sunriseDaylight yawns and slowly risesIt’s warmth a welcome caller.An extra day in paradise.It is good to be aliveThe garden dew resembles raindropsIt takes me home awhileTo call on a past I ran throughThis time unhurried.The road is longNothing stirs nowThe stillness of first light lingersMemories visit and rest awhile.They give me comfortShelter from the worldAll is quietSave my thoughtsThis is the time to delight inBefore daytime deeds intrude.These moments are my ownOutside a hurried world awaits.The masses will soon rush forth,The puppet show begin.It is not as it should beIt is not as it could beIt is early morningIt is a new dayI am alive and life is good.My time will not be hurriedIt is my own © 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville
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Dark clouds
2008-01-15 01:38:00
Take away these cloudsAll day long they hang.Give me a clear skyOne that offers hopeThat all will once again be fine.Let me feel the warmthOf memories relivedThe way I remember them.Let me visit a whileAn imaginary world long gone.Take from my life the naysayersThe well to do begrudgersThe ones who hold me backThose who count their way through life.Let me beMe.Where is that personThe one I always spoke ofThe one I said I would becomeSo many years agoBefore I met the world.Let the race be longI have much to doI have only now awakenedAnd seen the world for real.It is not what I thought it would be.© 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville


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2008-01-15 00:45:00
I remember our first day togetherIt is as clear to me now as our last.You were smilingLost in a momentAnd I, lost in my youthIntruded.I remember two people on a silly roadFar from homeAnd the ties that bindFree from prying eyesValues and moralsLetting things be.I remember the thrill of youthThe carefree thoughts of those early daysIn a time where age allowed adventureAnd the world held no fear.It was in those days that we began our journeyTogether.I remember the things we sharedThose things we found along the way.Trinkets and gems of timePrecious only to the fewThat through the yearsBecame our own.I remember good times spentIt is those I take with me;My todays bring their own pain.Leave the past as it isIt has led to roads otherwise unknownIt has brought me here.I remember our last day tog


The last breath
2008-01-14 00:09:00
For much of my life I was fortunateAnd within the oblivious beauty of ignoranceI lived my days unaffected by your reach.But you were patient,You bided your timeYou had no rush.With a cold impassioned precisionYou went about your business.From time to time our paths would crossBut we never did converse.It was a blessing I counted too quicklyAnd took far too much for granted.When you did come callingIt was not by invitation.Like a thief in the nightYou let yourself in.You defined a life with your touchPushing aside all that came before.That which once was happyWill forever now be seen with sadness.And those forced to the fringesWith smiles and hushed voicesAll the while watchedAll the while waited.Life’s pendulum should be unseenA history of our tos and frosNot displayed for all to seeLike


The Apple Trees
2008-01-05 00:49:00
When I was born my parents planted a treeIt came to be known as my treeThey planted five in allAnd each was named.They have grown much since thenAnd as if to mimic lifeSome are bigSome are smallSome reach highSome not so tallBut the roots in each are strong.In Summer they all bear fruitAnd limbs grow heavyBut branches long since mergedHave made them strongIntertwined like vines on a wall.In years past the fruit was always usedBut these days it often spoilsResigned to blanket a garden no longer played in.The sights and sounds of autumn are familiarBirds busying themselves with plans for winterHopping from tree to tree comparing notesAll the while whistling a tune.A final clearing of the gardenOne more cut and raking of the lawnEach tree a trimming of its branchesSeasonal changes bring seaso
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Familiar Paths
2008-01-01 16:57:00
Walk with me these traveled roadsFamiliar scenes unchanged through timePlaces from the pastShared by generations.Let the silence bring us closerMe alone with my thoughtsLife’s confusion left behindAnd you beside meSuch irony we live with through lifeThat which makes us happyWill with time such sadness bring.Evolution’s weakest linkLife is a story each day we weaveWrite it well and read it oftenIt is a tale others will tellIt is what we leave behindTomorrow is for fools with little picturesToday is for the braveUnafraid of facing truths well tested.The moment has always been nowGive me understandingGive me acceptanceGive me freedomGive me peace© 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville
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Without Wings
2007-12-26 22:09:00
If I had studied more in schoolI would have more answers than questions.But I didn’tSo I don’t.I flittered my days awayWith little regard for learning.I don’t know whyBut I did.I would like to think it not my faultMy life resigned to the role of minion. Too much chalk dust Too much lead paint Too much asbestos Too many beatingsWhatever the reason,The friendly skies of knowledge remained aloft.Now I am grown and life has moved on. I punch a clock I grind an anvil I serve my time.I have a regiment of should havesAnd could haves and would havesBut they too have grown tired.I wish I had paid more attention in school.© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville
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