Writing Haiku

F J McCarthy on Apr 15, 2010

How I feel about writing.



Writing like breathing

Involuntary action

A force of nature

Love Should Not Hurt

F J McCarthy on Jan 25, 2009


I always thought that’s the way, it’s supposed to be.
Love lasts forever,until the day you die.
Love makes you happy, it never makes you cry.
The love that we made when fresh as morning dew,
Was the way I Thought true love should be,with you.
No-one ever told me,how could I ever know.
That the love you said you had for me was only just a show.
Taking all that I could give, yet giving little back.
You have cut my heart more deeply, than any heart attack.
The coldness that you show to me ,I’m so easy to dismiss.
Is so far from the heat I felt the first time we did kiss.
Tossed aside like garbage, thrown down in the dirt.
Didn’t any one tell you, Love's not supposed to hurt…

You are My World

F J McCarthy on Jul 2, 2010
To my wife, Lisa.



When did the world begin?

When did the sun first shine?

I think I know when it might have been,

When your eyes first met mine.

When did my heart first beat?

When did I start to see?

The first time our lips did meet,

Your kiss gave true love to me.

Now time has passed and we are one.

Joined as man and wife.

When people ask, how long we’ve been together

I tell them for all of my life.

A Darkness in My Soul

F J McCarthy on May 29, 2009
Inspired by a line in Don Mclean’s song “Vincent”.





It seems to me there is a place that lingers in my mind.

A dark and dreadful kind of space, that I dare not try to find.

Emotions I have kept inside, dredged from a deep dark hole.

I can’t escape, I cannot hide, from the darkness in my soul.

Like a mongrel dog it follows,always close at hand.

Beware it’s rabid bite,it will consume you if it can.

Violent angry hateful place, filled with darkness and despair.

It tears at you to take control destroyer without care.

I cannot run away from this, it is there just out of sight

Lurking like an an ambusher, to cut me in the night.

I wish that I could find the light, to somehow make me whole.

Til then I wage my private war, with the darkness in my soul.

Childhood Lessons

F J McCarthy on Jul 17, 2009


We learn to crawl we learn to walk.

We learn to run we learn to talk.

We learn to take we learn to give

How do we learn the way to live.

We teach our kids what’s wrong and right.

We teach our young to stand and fight

We want them to be strong and brave.

We tell them just how to behave.

We learn to work to earn our pay

We learn that’s how we make our way.

Then something happens along that road.

To many bumps on our moral code.

We learn to cheat we learn to lie.

We teach ourselves to justify.

We know whats wrong and still we do it.

At least we beat the other guy to it.

The things we tell our children no.

Become Ok for us to do.

We learn such lessons and call it life.

Say this is how you deal with strife.

Innocence of youth now long forgot.

Pushed aside by life’s dreadnaught.

There is still hope though, if you care to see.

In our childrens hearts still pure and free.

Childhood lessons to learn again.

Remember the children, and dream my friend.

F J McCarthy on Apr 5, 2009
A four part Haiku.




Deep sea creatures swim

Never knowing we are here

Existing apart


Worlds unknown to us

Cold dark sea,  home to many

Life beyond our own.


Careless in our haste

Spilling poison in the sea

Killing precious life


Mother of all life

Forgive us our foolishness

blessed is the sea

Goodbye Dad. Please be at Peace
F J McCarthy on Jun 16, 2010


My father, John McCarthy Sr. passed away this morning,at 1230 am June 16 2010. this is my attempt to honor his memory.





This morning I got the news.

That you had passed in the night.

The first thing that i thought  of,

Will mom be alright?

It really hasn’t hit me

,the fact that you are gone.

Through thick and thin you’ve been there.

Yet now that time is done.

I pray that you have found the peace,

That life could no longer bring.

An end to all your pain filled nights ,

and days of suffering.

I hope that God has held you close ,

and eased your troubled heart.

When you look down from that place on high,

Know this Dad, we will never be apart.

You are a part of me ,

and you flow in the veins of my sons.

The life that you lived may be over,

yet your legacy shall never be done.