Something That Never Goes Without Saying

On a daily basis a dozen times,
I repeat a phrase that bolsters my soul,
Often in a way that gleefully chimes
And without these words, I would not feel whole.

I can remember when I did not know,
How very vital this saying could be,
Not only its meaning, but how to show,
Became a great epiphany to me.

Divine intervention softened my shell,
Yes, eventually I saw the light,
On three simple words I began to dwell
And saying them often just seemed so right.

Granted they are uttered to just a few,
I never neglect the words, “I love you.”

Copyright Michael J Donnelly 2016

Shadows (Haiku)

Slither down mountains
caressing scree slopes and firs
wraiths chased by the sun

Copyright Michael J Donnelly 2016

Luckily Though, Dogs and Hogs Can Be Trained

“Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before pigs, lest they trample them underfoot and turn to attack you.”
Matthew 7:6 English Standard Version (ESV)

Do not give what is holy to the dogs,
Do not cast your pearls before filthy swine,
Because there are those who live like the hogs;
Fully adamant that such life is fine.

Dogs and hogs are born as carnal species,
Fulfilling the flesh is their diversion,
They sometimes even eat their own feces;
And are often given to perversion.

Luckily though dogs and hogs can be trained
And from this good things come to fruition,
So there’s nothing lost and much to be gained;
As they both can adapt to transition.

Of course I speak of those morally lost;
Who live corrupt lives and pay a great cost.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

My Spirit Will Be Near My Dear

Should fate be harsh and come too soon,
And fell me like a tall oak hewn,
Take heart and do not waste much tear;
My spirit will be near my dear.

I pray that you would find relief,
That you would not dwell long with grief,
Instead grasp faith and do not fear;
My spirit will be near my dear.

My plea to God would be heard loud,
Like summer thunder above cloud,
In dreams I’d whisper in your ear;
“My spirit will be near my dear.”

Should fate be harsh and come too soon,
My spirit will be near my dear.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

Smeared Ink and Thoughts of Love

I found a note once in a parking lot, plain white,
rain-soaked, dropped accidentally I guess, with
just two words, “My Love.”

Maybe it was the shortest love letter ever or
the author was at a loss for words, who knows
but I do understand that sometimes, love
is not about words but more so
about action like; starved eyes glancing
across a room at the object of their affection or
a touch so tender that it electrifies all
your senses, melting into your soul.

I hoped whoever wrote the note, could always
experience what I knew to be; beyond words.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

Recall Our Love As Summer In The Shade

I beg these memories in time not fade
Rusted and crisp as the leaves of late fall;
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

Your skin was cool as the finest of jade
Till our lips met and I held you in thrall,
I beg these memories in time not fade.

I am glad our hearts not easily swayed
Held tight to weather through many a squall;
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

And the moments we bowed our heads and prayed,
When under God’s arms we felt very small,
I beg these memories in time not fade.

Not for riches one moment would I trade
For blessed life I have cherished it all,
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

My devotion, dear is a price well paid,
On Heaven’s shores my love for you I scrawl,
I beg these memories in time not fade;
Recall our love as summer in the shade.

Villanelle/love poem
Michael J.Donnelly©2016

When The Northern Finches Dance In Bare Trees

There is a foreboding scent in the air,
Calico flora contrasts the gray sky,
Autumn paints scenery with adept flare,
Winter’s a stalking cat lingering nigh.

Arctic winds will soon blow with cruel force,
Stripping all trees and the bushes near bare
And the remnants of leaves, brittle and coarse,
Will be picked by doting moms from kid’s hair.

Skeletal birches and aspens will cringe,
Wicked jealous of evergreens and firs
Who remain fully clothed, though sporting dinge
Presented by season’s blustery blurs.

When the Northern Finches dance in bare trees,
I know that there will soon be a hard freeze.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

When Autumn’s Somber Shadow Grows (Kyrielle Sonnet)

When autumn’s somber shadow grows, Cross desiccated leaves, it knows The tilting of the earth has wrought; Sun parallels horizon taut. When vestiges of summer fade, When festive harvest plans are m…

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When Autumn’s Somber Shadow Grows (Kyrielle Sonnet)

When autumn’s somber shadow grows,
Cross desiccated leaves, it knows
The tilting of the earth has wrought;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

When vestiges of summer fade,
When festive harvest plans are made,
When souls crouch near a hearth that’s hot;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

When tantalizing baked smells waft,
When thresholds battle fall’s cold draft,
When house pets claim their cozy spot;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

When autumn’s somber shadow grows;
Sun parallels horizon taut.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

Yonder Comes a Storm, Can You Feel It’s Rage?

Blustery hot air from politicians,
Could be the real cause of global warming
As minds give thought to sad premonitions,
People are restless, there’s a storm forming!

Hard work and sweat’s not respected you see
If you have much, you must be a miser,
So say the socialists with their lame plea
Who are convinced their ways are much wiser!

Power hungry elitists want to rule
With promise of a better life for all,
And all the while, they rub their hands and drool
Secretly plotting America’s fall!

Evil will triumph if good men ignore
The freedoms that our forefathers fought for.

Michael J. Donnelly©2013

The Great Baleful Moon Battle

In a mountain meadow centuries ago,
Lycans and vampires gathered for a fierce fight,
A dark conflict took place under full moon’s glow,
To determine just which race would rule the night.

Winged vampires circled with their talons full bear,
Tension was so thick you could cut it with blade
As countless hulking beasts snarled into cold air,
Both sides signaled fury as they loudly bayed.

Then came the moment when leaders gave the call,
The first wave clashed in an immense crimson cloud!
So it began, an earth shaking bloody brawl!
Sharp claws and fangs slashed as their cries echoed loud!

The hellish beasts raged slinging body parts high!
Winged ones barrel rolled, diving into the fray!
As a baleful red moon rose high into sky,
Each fixed on a target, determined to slay!

Blood created mud; iron stench filled the air,
Long into the night these creatures clawed and scratched,
Rival kings viewed the fierce battle with cold stare,
There were scores on each side horribly dispatched.

Hundreds fell; many more were mutilated,
As bloodlust continued till just before day,
This scene from hell that looked to be ill fated,
Suddenly ended as; they all ran away.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

The Sorcerer’s Screaming Adulteress Wife

In a graveyard surrounded by high stone wall,
Stood a hulking and dark very old oak tree,
With branches reaching up near fifty feet tall,
In moonlight it appears to offer a plea.

On breezy fall nights its fallen leaves swirl round,
In vortices that dance over all the graves,
When winds gust with force there is a howling sound,
That echoes amongst headstones and walls in waves.

In the corner is a crypt where nightshade wraps,
Creeping down stairs harshly neglected by time,
Far below behind granite door something taps,
Crying like a banshee in darkness and grime.

On the vault door is a neatly chiseled verse,
Poignant final words but damning however,
“For adulterous ways oh woman, I curse
And lock you alive in darkness forever.”

Michael J. Donnelly©201