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 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Walking lonely trails,
Sea of troubles, branching skies—
Mountain lake, so clear.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Burnt leaves of autumn,
Drop, slanted in a brisk chill,
My heart is falling.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Sun of early spring,
Joyous— we walk on water,
Minnows under ice.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Christened ringing bells,
Prints of sky touching the earth,
  .  .  .  Rains in still water.
 Apr 2013
Seán Mac Falls
I row beneath you on the ancient lake,
Before sun arrives and after he is gone,
I will still be rowing even in my dreams,
Great yellow hills, my work is never done.
 Mar 2013
Seán Mac Falls
To be religious,
Is to be barren of faith,
Fear is for black sheep.
 Mar 2013
Seán Mac Falls
One percent Sun Kings,
Guillotine comeuppance fails,
  .  .  .  Too ******* subtle.
The Sun King of France ( ultimately beheaded ) enjoyed the doctrine of:

The divine right of kings, which was/is, is a political and religious doctrine of royal and political legitimacy. It asserts that a monarch is subject to no earthly authority, deriving the right to rule directly from the will of God. The king ( one percent rich ***** ) are thus not subject to the will of his people, the aristocracy, or any other estate of the realm, including (in the view of some, especially in Protestant countries) the Church. According to this doctrine, only God can judge an unjust king ( **** *** ). The doctrine implies that any attempt to depose the king or to restrict his powers runs contrary to the will of God and may constitute a sacrilegious act.
 Mar 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Right wing ****-wads rule,
Freaks shall inherit the spent earth,
  .  .  .  What is left of it.
 Mar 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Little tawny birds,
Spring down gusty to build nests,
  .  .  .  Fall before the leaves.
 Mar 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Dressing the day,
Beaming purely, on bankers
Hours, spinning such fine, spine
Wheel ways, painting the stones
Of grey, never so faraway, showing
Mighty, mirth in maddest Midgard,
Bearing blooms dizzily, trailing
All the new, children who play,
Pick and count, humming with faces                                                
Bright as the late bedding stars
Joyous in the offered cheers
Of the crowning sun, gifts
All, in endless amount.
 Mar 2013
Seán Mac Falls
The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
 Mar 2013
Seán Mac Falls
We made our bed in the spring green grass
Like two deer, innocent, when they sleep,
Many years have passed, love has fled,
And the gentle forest does have left.
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