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Sep 2011 · 4.0k
GLADIATOR
F J McCarthy Sep 2011
The sand drenched in blood, sword arm aches.
Yet another foe approaches,soon he to shall die.
I am the gladiator, battle is my home.
Pain is for the weak, I feel it not
Cut off my limb I shall grow another.
For I am everlasting,I am immortaL
Cry no tears for me, I am the hunter.
The one you fear and dare not speak my name.
Come and vanquish me if you dare
I WAIT FOR MY END
Aug 2010 · 1.1k
Empty Inside
F J McCarthy Aug 2010
Empty Inside

F J McCarthy on Jun 17, 2009


Empty, hollow, nothing left.
The way I feel inside.
No substance there I am bereft.
With nothing left to hide.
Barren,stark, like windblown sand.
No purchase to be found.
Tossed about like a tumble ****.
This world has worn me down.
Dried out ,hardened,like a stone.
I’m ready for the fire.
Burn me up till I am gone.
My soul can now retire.
Aug 2010 · 865
The Elusive Truth
F J McCarthy Aug 2010
So long have I searched, on high and below.
Yet the truth that I seek does elude me.
I hear hints of it's laughter as the blackbird does crow.
In the whispers she sends to delude me.

Is my ego that frail to be bought by her voice.
When the words are said strickly to please.
Am I just her toy puppet without any choice.
So easily brought to my knees?

**** you truth come and show me what's real.
I have waited as long as I might.
Shatter the mirrors and take down the veil.
I'm no longer afraid of the light.

The blinders are off and my soul is laid bare.
Judge me for all that you see.
The elusive truth is finally here'
With the knowledge to set my soul free.

Look in the mirror and know who you are.
Except all of your faults as they be.
You are a being as bright as a star
With a soul as deep as the sea.

Yes you are the one, you have finally seen.
That the truth was inside you so long.
And where ever you go ,or wherever you've been.
You decide what is right and what's wrong.
Aug 2010 · 1.0k
Poetry
F J McCarthy Aug 2010
Poetry

F J McCarthy on Aug 9, 2010
What poetry means to me.


Poetry is the music that plays in my head,it is the beat  of my heart when I see beauty.

Poetry is two lovers walking hand in hand completely alone as the world rushes by.

The wind in the trees ,a bird in flight, a childs first step,these are poetry.

Tears of joy at a loved ones safe return, the birth of a child.

Every day of our lives are filled with poetry.

If we are lucky we can somehow translate the love and the sorrow, the joy and the pain,into words.

Words that stir our emotions, words that make us happy or sad, that bring tears to our eyes.

Sometimes raw and unpolished,sometimes beautifully balanced and flowing.

Words not to be judged as right or wrong,just to be read and perhaps to be felt.

We call those words poetry, I call them my heart, my soul, and all the things I long for.

All my hopes and my fears locked within the pages of my poetry, just waiting to be found and set free.
Aug 2010 · 676
Why Did You Go?
F J McCarthy Aug 2010
Why Did You Go?

F J McCarthy on Mar 28, 2009






So many things I would have told you,

If you had given me a chance.

Now your gone I want to hold you,

Soft music playing while we dance.

You packed your bags without a warning,

I came back to an empty home.

It seems I wake up every morning,

Still can’t believe my love is gone.

I wish that I could find the answer,

the reason for your discontent.

Farewell to you my lovely dancer,

You leave me in bewilderment.

Do you realize the way you hurt me,

Was I just a passing fling?

How easily you can desert me,

when I would have given  you everything.

I know that time will heal this pain.

Might take a thousand years.

Perhaps I can forget your face ,

But I wont forget the tears.
Aug 2010 · 1.6k
Meeting Lisa
F J McCarthy Aug 2010
Meeting Lisa

F J McCarthy on Jan 8, 2009

I wrote this to my girlfriend, now my wife. She must have liked it, she still married me.

My heart was a deep dark well,
And at the bottom only sand.
Then you came, and I could tell,
That my love could flood the land.
Jealous was the morning sun,
When he saw you through my eyes.
For then he knew, the love in you.
Could brighten midnight skies.
Fields of roses, perfect all,
Could not bear to show it.
For in thier midst,you’d pale them all.
And the world would always know it.
Jul 2010 · 639
The Letter
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
The Letter

F J McCarthy on Apr 24, 2010

This kind of sung in my head like a country song,I hope you like it.





I looked at the letter,turned yellow with time the paper so fragile and old.

I couldn’t hold back the tears as I read every line, the words  made me lose my control.

From the date on the top it was twenty years old, I  would have been about ten.

That was the year that my father passed , and this letter ,I knew was from him.

It said “Son I just don’t know how to tell you, you’re so young and you might not believe.

The doctors you see, have found something in me ,and they don’t give me much longer to live.

I don’t think it’s fair,to take me from you when there’s so many things left undone.

Who will teach you ’bout life,how to drive your first car,I thought I would be the one.

So I wrote you this letter,so someday you will know, that your daddy didn’t want to go.

I am missing you now as I write down these words,missing the boy and watching him grow.

Missing the boy becoming a man, and all of the things you will do.

But I’m telling you son as the years roll on by I will always be watching over you.

So take care of your mama and make daddy proud, be a good boy and good man

I love you so much, and I’m telling you son I would be there if I can.

So please don’t be sad cause I had to go, and one more thing I have to say.

God has his plan, for this simple man, and I’ll see you in Heaven some day.
Jul 2010 · 527
Two in the Morning
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
Two in the Morning

F J McCarthy on Jan 13, 2009


It’s two in the morning, I should be in bed.
But I’m on this computer, with these words in my head.
So I pour me some coffee, while the house sleeps away.
Guess I’ll get an early start to my day.
Can’t say what I’m writing, I’m not really sure.
A poem a ditty, An insomniacs cure.
My brain thinks the words, and my fingers tap away.
Will I remember this tomorrow, I really can’t say.
So if your like me, staying up late at night.
Type out a few poems, don’t care if there’r right.
It helps me to write, clears the dust from my head.
But it’s two in the morning, I should get to bed.
Jul 2010 · 771
The Anger Inside Me
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
The Anger Inside Me

F J McCarthy on Feb 12, 2009


Where does it come from, this anger inside.

It washes over me like a tidal wave.

Makes me feel like a caged beast.

Ready to strike from out of my cave.

Try to control it can get so hard.

When people are pushy and mean.

Sometime I feel I could rip off their heads.

reach down their throats and rip out their spleen.

I feel like something has taken me

and nothing can calm me down

I look for my antagonist, there’s no-one here  but me.

So I scream yet I can’t hear a sound.

Inside I boil from this rage.

That Just comes to me like the wind.

So I hammer my anger onto this page.

Til my sanity comes again.
Jul 2010 · 938
Naked Haiku
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
Naked Haiku

F J McCarthy on May 14, 2009

A humorous Haiku.



Running naked free

Across the golden cornfields

Stumble could be bad
Jul 2010 · 772
Whimsy
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
Whimsy

F J McCarthy on Jan 14, 2000


I can’t , I won”t.

I shan’t, I don’t.

I might, tonight.

Is it right, not quite.

How bout later, in the elevator.

I could  mate her, on the escalator.

Should I Try, she might cry.

Then I’d die. Too **** shy.

I guess I should quit. Before I forget.

\Seems a solid bet, Oh to hell with it.
Jul 2010 · 1.6k
To Jessica
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
To Jessica

F J McCarthy on Jan 8, 2009

Dedicated to my niece, who is a little beacon of joy.


The most beautiful soul I have ever met, Is my sisters first born child.

Her smile is one you cant forget, So innocent,yet wild.

Her eyes so bright , they fill your heart,With gladness overflowing.

For Jessica is a special girl, That your better off for knowing.

If your filled with anger, And feel your ready to burst.

The best thing you can do. Is talk to Jessica first

She’ll sit on your lap, She might sing a song.

She’ll tell you a story, But before very long,

You’ll smile,and you’ll laugh, and your heart will be glad.

And you would not believe you could ever get mad.

Someday I’ll have a kid of my own, or maybe two or three.

If they have half the heart of Jessica, Then a happy dad I’ll be.
This was written a long time ago, I now have two sons and my niece is grown up with a baby girl of her own,but when she was 3 years old there was none cuter than Jessica.
Jul 2010 · 3.3k
Pickle Haiku
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
Pickle Haiku

F J McCarthy on Jul 17, 2009


Green fresh cucumber

Drowning in spiced vinegar

Reborn a pickle
Jul 2010 · 654
Thin
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
Thin

F J McCarthy on Jan 8, 2010


I am thin, stretched to far,waiting for something to break.

A drum that has felt too many beats,a heart too many aches.

I am the trampoline you dance on with joy,never notice the tears that you rip.

I am the burro that carries your load,never flinch at the sting of your whip.

Time and again I pray for release, from the pain of this prison I’m in.

While you go on oblivious to the anguish you cause me within.

Faster harder the drumbeats sound as you dance upon my soul.

Grinding me into the hard cold ground with a heart that is black as coal.

I feel myself fading, you have pushed too hard,the skin is about too burst.

Of all the mistakes I have ever made, loving you was the worst
Jul 2010 · 485
Writing Haiku
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
Writing Haiku

F J McCarthy on Apr 15, 2010

How I feel about writing.



Writing like breathing

Involuntary action

A force of nature
Jul 2010 · 656
Love Should Not Hurt
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
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…
Jul 2010 · 1.2k
You are My World
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
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.
Jul 2010 · 670
A Darkness in My Soul
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
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.
Jul 2010 · 798
Childhood Lessons
F J McCarthy Jul 2010
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.
Jun 2010 · 1.4k
The Sea
F J McCarthy Jun 2010
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
F J McCarthy Jun 2010
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.
Jun 2010 · 596
Twilights Lone Companion
F J McCarthy Jun 2010
Twilights Lone Companion
F J McCarthy on Nov 30, 2009





Barely scratched this heart of mine.

Like polished granite dulled by time.

Hard and black with speckled flecks.

A cold stone island strewn with wrecks.

A fortress tower strong and old.

No shelter from the icy cold.

A lonely monolith no warmth to find.

Barely scratched this heart of mine.

Echos play down these halls of stone

It is just the wind in the catacombs.

Pale ghosts of winter chill my bones.

Remind me that I’m still alone.

So many lost to times cruel  hand.

This single rock is left to stand

Eternal vigil without sleep.

So cold inside no tears to weep.

Immortal creature outside time.

Barely scratched this heart of mine.
May 2010 · 1.8k
Unlucky in Love
F J McCarthy May 2010
Unlucky in Love
F J McCarthy on May 23, 2009


Shining star guide me to my desire.
Light the path before me to see.
Warm my heart with your silver fire.
Shining star bring true love to me.
Close my eyes by the wishing well.
For the wish that I would make.
I want true love oh wishing well
For my heart is about to break.
Rabbits foot tightly in my hand
Four leaf clover pressed in a book.
Ive tried every lucky charm.
Yet I still don’t know where to look.
I don’t step on cracks ,or walk under ladders.
I try real hard to be good.
So my luck in love must surely turn.
At least I hope so, Knock on wood…
May 2010 · 1.3k
Goodbye and Good Riddance
F J McCarthy May 2010
Goodbye and Good Riddance
F J McCarthy on May 28, 2009


Conversations play inside my head,

Remembering every word you said.

Wishing now the words I see so clear,

Could have been said when you were here.

Feeling regret since you have gone,

I will never forget what you have done.

Angry words seem to burn so deep,

Replaying in my dreams,I’m losing sleep

Now you’re gone and our love is through.

You are done with me,and I’m done with you.
May 2010 · 1.5k
A Simple Man
F J McCarthy May 2010
A Simple Man
F J McCarthy on Jul 15, 2009


I am a simple man.

I have traveled near and far.

I have what I need and that’s not much.

For I am a simple man.

When I write a poem it comes from my heart.

Don’t check my grammar or tear it apart.

The meaning is given in plain sight you see.

A simple poet, That’s me.

The words that I use they are small.

But I understand them all.

I write of my life,

My kids and my wife.

For I am a simple man.
May 2010 · 467
One Kiss
F J McCarthy May 2010
One Kiss
F J McCarthy on Oct 27, 2009



Every time before I leave please kiss me.

Let me know with your sweet lips you’ll miss me.

Kiss me when I’m tired and feeling low.

Kiss me and my troubles all will go.

I did not know what magic you could weave.

A kiss from you I have no strength to leave.

All of love rolled up in just one kiss.

Eternity I’d linger in this bliss.
May 2010 · 1.2k
Vague
F J McCarthy May 2010
Vague
F J McCarthy on Nov 3, 2009


We are here and we are speaking,but your meaning is unclear.

You allude to situations with out ever going there.

We dance around the subject, trying hard not to commit.

Suggesting innuendo’s in the statements we omit.

Why can’t we just this once, speak openly and true.

Perhaps that is a talent we have never learned to do.

The hunter and the hunted switching roles from time to time.

Never letting out our secrets,just a foggy misty rhyme.

Ever do you torture me, with this circuitous verbal plague.

Answer me this question, Why must you be so Vague.
May 2010 · 6.8k
Waterfall
F J McCarthy May 2010
Waterfall
F J McCarthy on Nov 18, 2009


Water cascading over sun brown skin.

Sunlight reflecting your beauty in glistening drops.

Soft lovely curves bathing in the waterfall.

Her lover waits on the sandy shore
May 2010 · 946
Creation Haiku
F J McCarthy May 2010
Creation Haiku
F J McCarthy on Jul 28, 2009


A single cell splits

the universe has meaning

Gods plan, or just luck?
May 2010 · 1.1k
Fishy Haiku
F J McCarthy May 2010
Fishy Haiku
F J McCarthy on Sep 8, 2009


Swimming in the sea.

Through day and night, calm and storm

Swimming endlessly.
May 2010 · 481
Writing Haiku
F J McCarthy May 2010
Writing Haiku
F J McCarthy on Apr 15, 2010


Writing like breathing

Involuntary action

A force of nature
May 2010 · 4.0k
Jake the Snake
F J McCarthy May 2010
Jake the Snake
F J McCarthy on Jan 9, 2009


Jake was a snake, who felt incomplete.
For all of his friends all seemed to have feet.
Jake had no feet and it made him so sad,
As he watched his friends run with the feet they all had.
The raccoon and the squirrel had big furry tails,
But all that Jake had were leathery scales.
Jake watched the birds flying up in the sky.
How wonderful indeed to know how to fly.
Jake watched the fish as they swam in the lake.
Swimming was one thing that was easy for Jake.
Sometimes he would swim, then lie in the sands.
He’d think how he’d look with feet or with hands.
One day he was laying in the sun on the sand.
When he heard such a noise he could not understand.
I must see what is wrong , Jake said with a frown.
For something is troubling the whole Forest town.
He saw all of his friends by the rocks on the hill.
Then he saw mother Robin and she looked very ill.
He asked his friend Mr. Rabbit why Mother Robin was crying?
“Her baby fell out of the nest while she was out flying”.
“How is the baby, was he hurt by the fall.?”
“the baby is fine, but he’s trapped in this wall”.
Jake studied the wall,and looked at the crack.
“Has anyone tried to get baby bird back?”
The chipmunk and squirrel said the crack was to small.
And not even the mole could dig through that wall.
Mr. Field-mouse said “I could fit through the crack.
But the bottom is deep. How would I get back?”
Then Jake started thinking and in the blink of an eye.
“I’m the thinnest of all so I’m going to try.”
Jake asked Mr. Raccoon to lend him a hand.
They climbed up the wall and Jake told him his plan.
Mr. Raccoon held Jake’s tail and lowered Jake down the hole.
Just then baby bird let out a wail, for Jake had found his goal.
“Climb on my neck ” Jake said to the bird “and hold on really tight.”
Raccoon pulled them up as the whole forest watched this wonderful Marvelous sight.
First came up baby and afterwards Jake.
Then everyone cheered what a wonderful snake.
He’s saved baby bird and everyone knew it.
Of all the forest animals only he could do it.
The chipmunk and squirrel and even the mole.
Had not a hope to get down that hole.
Yet Jake with his body so long and so thin.
Saved baby bird from the fix he was in.
Jake felt so happy, he didn’t need feet.
Or a big furry tail to make him complete.
“I am very complete”cried Jake. “I’m so happy to be just a snake.”
Then baby bird said in a voice rather small.
“Don’t make that mistake, your not just a snake.
Your my friend and a hero, your Jake the Snake.
The very best snake of all!
May 2010 · 85
Ice and Flame
F J McCarthy May 2010
Ice and Flame
F J McCarthy on May 24, 2009



Cold blue eyes, like frozen sky.

Reflections of a heart untouched by love.

Standing in your crystal tower alone.

Overlooking the frozen tundra that is your life.

Stark white world that you live in.

Untouched by color,pure and clean as snow capped mountains.

You are unreachable in your solitude,at peace with your cold emotionless world.

Yet I know better than that, like a sparrow crying in a hurricane your soul calls to me.

So faint your plea that you do not hear it yourself,”Come to Me”

I am coming my love to break your icy tower and release you with my love.

Riding through the blizzard that protects you, beating down your frozen walls.

To your tower I climb ,to find you in icy slumber.

Like liquid silver your body moves,breathing crystals from your icy lips.

Awake my love, feel the heat that I bring to you,I am the flame to melt your frigid heart.

You try to run but your world melts before your eyes. You feel the heat I bring.

I move closer to you and our lips meet,the steam arises from our contact.

Cold frozen glaciers melt into warm tropical seas as I kiss heat all over your body.

I draw you out of your frozen shell,casting it aside to feel the warmth inside you grow.

The blush of your skin as your blood turns hot, a flame to match my own.

We have become one, Ice and flame no more, we are the sun,burning brightly with our heat.

Below us hot burning sand to tell of our *******,free at last our passion burns. til eternity ends
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 54
Beauty
F J McCarthy May 2010
Beauty
F J McCarthy on Jan 11, 2009


I saw Beauty walking.
The sun gleaming in her hair.
I heard Beauty talking.
In a voice so soft and fair.
Her eyes a crystal green.
That sparkle like the sea.
And when she smiles, I dream.
That her smiles are just for me.
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 46
The Soldier
F J McCarthy May 2010
The Soldier
F J McCarthy on Jan 6, 2009

I wrote this after serving in the Army in the early 80’s. I had heard how the Vietnam vets were treated on returning home,and how I felt about being a young soldier. I was 17 when I enlisted.


The battle nears, and the soldier prepares.
Forget the fears, the enemy beware.
With uniform and weapon, and boots polish black.
He goes forth to battle,perhaps never to come back.
Not searching for glory, not wishing for fame.
He fights every battle, and they all seem the same.
his hands soaked with blood, his heart turning cold.
So young in his body, yet his mind is so old.
The friends he had made, lie dead there beside him.
Is this wrong or right, he needs something to guide him.
And when he gets home, to the country he loves.
Will they call him hero. or toss down the glove.
Will they call him foul names , as they spit on his face.
Will they call him a butcher, to the whole human race.
Now all of these things have happened before.
But he’s still just a soldier, to his duty he’s sure.
For freedom he fights, for he’s heard his countries call.
When you sleep safe tonight, remember the soldiers who died to keep our flag waving tall.
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 51
Sirens
F J McCarthy May 2010
Sirens
F J McCarthy on Jan 11, 2009





I have heard the Siren’s call.
And it filled my heart with joy.
Yet after came the fall.
For my love she would destroy.
The call so sweet around me.
It filled my very being.
Yet little did I realize.
It prevented me from seeing
Deception in a woman’s guise.
So beautiful yet flawed.
She sang to me her lovely lies.
Her songs had left me awed.
Doomed was I by the Siren’s call.
Always longing to be free.
Only you knew how to end it all.
When you gave true love to me.
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 45
Dragons
F J McCarthy May 2010
Dragons
F J McCarthy on Jan 8, 2009


On wings of gold and silver.
To heights unknown to man.
Of legends to deliver,
The dragon is at hand.
With fore-claw and with talon,
With teeth and flaring breath.
The enemies of Dragon-kind.
Consumed in fiery death.
The fear and persecution,
To **** this noble beast.
Never was the invitation,
“Oh Dragon, join our feast”.
It seemed they’d  fly forever,
Above the land and sea.
Yet their fate had been decided,
And who the hell are we!
Now dragons are no more.
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 65
Excalibur
F J McCarthy May 2010
Excalibur
F J McCarthy on Jan 5, 2009


Forged in the dragons breath.
Sharpened on it’s scales.
The sword that made the legends,
told in many tales.

Of bloodshed and of battle.
Of heroes brave and bold.
The sword of shining metal.
The powers yet to hold.

Tales of Arthur, Knight and King,
and how he wields the sword.
Of noble knights all in a ring.
With Arthur as their Lord.

Of magic and deception,
to win at any cost.
With Modred and his evil.,
and how the sword was lost.

Yet time will come again,
when magic starts to stir.
When out of mist it rises.
The sword “Excalibur”!
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 569
What is Death
F J McCarthy May 2010
What is Death?
F J McCarthy on Jan 5, 2009


I wonder what Death is like.
Does it depend upon how you die?
Is there a thing as heaven or hell?
Or when your buried that’s where you lie.
Is this the only life we get?
Or is there something more?
When we’re buried at sea do we only get wet?
And eventually washed up on shore.
And what about cremation,
Was that really in the plan.
Or will we spend salvation,
in a glorified ash can.
Will there be angels, with harps and wings?
To greet you and show you the way.
Or perhaps there will be devils, with pitchforks and things.
To give you a hideous stay.
And nobody knows, or else they wont tell.
If there really is a heaven or hell.
So live life with vigor,enjoy what you got.
For there may be an afterlife, but probably not.
May 2010 · 49
Storms
F J McCarthy May 2010
Storms
F J McCarthy on Jan 6, 2009


The thunder and the lightning.
Dark clouds in many forms.
The thunderclap, so frightening.
Yet still I love the storms.
The wind whips through the branches,
and bends the mighty trees.
The lightning bolt that breaks them,
Somehow this seems to please.
The rain across my face.
That soaks me through and through.
While others search for a dryer place,
Thats something I wont do.
Some think that I am strange.
For taking such delight.
But I really love a raging storm.
Especially at night.
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 47
Nights Children
F J McCarthy May 2010
Nights Children
F J McCarthy on Jan 4, 2009


The suns glory has faded into night .
Born again are the children .
They walk the streets, just out of sight.
Who among us knows their pain .
Images born in legends of bygone days.
The hunger so strong in each of them.
Mythical beings born from twilight’s haze.
Who knows from whence they truly came.
Long have they walked with man.
These nocturnal hunting beasts.
Yet no one seems to understand,
Their ****** nightly feasts.
As dawn approaches, their hunger stilled.
They find they must retire.
To dream of all the blood they have spilled.
Such is the life, Vampire!
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 40
I Burn for You
F J McCarthy May 2010
I Burn for You
F J McCarthy on Feb 4, 2009


I am on fire for you , my body burns from it.
The heat radiates out, turning my breath to flame.
I run along the beach with thoughts of you in my head.
Looking back at the glass footprints smoking behind me.
You come to me and my clothes burst and flash into nothing.
I stand naked before you, engulfed in flame which you fuel.
We collide with such passion that stars are born in our wake.
And when we are through, our love making lights a thousand worlds.
I am a meteor crashing into the sun , to burn with you forever…
- From Whispers in the Rain
May 2010 · 49
You Hold The Key
F J McCarthy May 2010
You Hold the Key
F J McCarthy on Feb 15, 2009






I have locked away my heart,
at the bottom of the sea,
In a box sealed shut by heartbreak.
Locked tight by misery.
I have locked away my passion,
My hopes, my dreams, my fears.
On a mountain top so high.
Sealed tight by frozen tears.
I have given all my treasures,
My life , my love , my soul.
To someone who cared not for me,
and made me such a fool.
Yet you were always there for me,
My confidant and friend.
But I was blind, and would not see.
Your love that had no end.
Years with you has made me see,
How foolish I could be.
locked tight in my own prison
until you set me free.
My passion was released,
You brought true love to me.
You unlocked all my treasures.
With love, you hold the key.
- From Whispers in the Rain
May 2010 · 47
Beautiful Muse
F J McCarthy May 2010
Beautiful Muse
F J McCarthy on Feb 13, 2009


You are my beautiful muse.
You fill my mind with bliss.
I long to hear your lovely voice.
Through lips I long to kiss.
Your eyes of crystal green.
So bright. they are ablaze.
They look into my aching heart.
And heal me with their gaze.
The words you whisper softly.
Of the two of us as one.
The thought this does inspire
More brilliant than the sun.
To swim inside your ocean
To lie upon your beach
To hold you close each day and night.
yet you stay just out of reach.
My love for you keeps growing,
Like a dream to me you are.
Inspiration just starts flowing.
From you my brightest star.
Then when I get downhearted,
and can not shake these blues,
You shower me with love.
My lovely, beautiful muse.
- From Legends and myths
May 2010 · 41
Times
F J McCarthy May 2010
Times
F J McCarthy on Jan 4, 2009


Time to dance and time to sing.
It seems theres time for everything.
Time to watch the stars above.
I hope theres time to fall in love.
Then came the day when I met you.
Now in my heart I know its true.
To live to laugh, to dance by streams.
To sing, to wish for lovers dreams.
Everything we’d ever need,we’d find the time to do.
For what a life we both could lead, if you love me like I love you.
- From Whispers in the Rain
May 2010 · 57
First Love
F J McCarthy May 2010
First Love
F J McCarthy on Jan 4, 2009


If there were a flower?
Your beauty to compare.
It would be a rose.
So lovely and so fair.
Yet a rose is just a flower.
My love, it can’t receive.
It can only wilt and die.
As though a fallen leaf.
Be my rose, my fallen leaf.
But never wilt or die.
And to you I’ll give my love.
Til in my grave I lie.
- From Whispers in the Rain
May 2010 · 34
Dreaming
F J McCarthy May 2010
Dreaming
F J McCarthy on Jan 27, 2010


I am drifting around in my dreams.

With visions of you by my side.

How beautiful everything seems.

I wish to never get off of this ride.

We float hand in hand through the clouds.

We kiss and the sunlight shine through.

Flying high up above all the crowds.

I could stay here forever with you.

Then suddenly I here the bells.

As the alarm clock ends my dream.

Tears me from this wondrous place.

It just makes me want to scream.

I toss and turn and open up my eyes.

Try to wake my fuzzy head.

That’s when I laugh when I realize.

It’s you beside me in my bed.

I hear the patter of little feet.

Then the kids burst through the door

I watch as you pretend to sleep.

Like a thousand times before.

So please tell me am I still dreaming?

When I wake you with a kiss.

Me and you and our little ones.

I always dreamed it would be like this.
- From Whispers in the Rain
May 2010 · 64
Deeply My Love
F J McCarthy May 2010
Deeply My Love
F J McCarthy on Feb 9, 2009


The words come much to fast.
My love for you is infinite,
All futures and all pasts.
My love it has no limits.
That time or space can hold.
A brightly burning sun.
When the universe was cold
When stars were born into the sky,
To shine throughout the night
And when they fade away and die,
My love will be the light.
Always with you my darling,forever I would stay
No deeper love I’ll ever know ,Then this love I feel today…
- From Whispers in the Rain
May 2010 · 51
She Smiled
F J McCarthy May 2010
She Smiled
F J McCarthy on Jul 15, 2009


She smiled, and the world just slipped away.
In her eyes I saw saw eternity today.
Forever in a moment the two of us this way.
She smiled and I lost my heart that day.
She speaks, and Angels gather near.
Like music, her voice a melody to hear.
So sweet and pure, like Heaven in each word.
She speaks, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
When she kissed me, I knew she felt it too.
We found each other,no other one would do.
Years fly and we both grown old and gray.
But when she smiles, the world…still slips away.
- From Whispers in the Rain
F J McCarthy May 2010
Softly Given This Heart to You
F J McCarthy on Jan 24, 2010


A quiet night,the two of us,the lights are turned down low.

The music plays ,the song we know,we dance so very slow.

You look at me,so beautiful ,a word was never said.

I kiss your lips, you take my hand and lead me to your bed.

We share our love for the first time,our bodies become one.

We linger in sweet ecstasy, until the morning sun.

I feel desire grow ,as sunlight plays across your skin,

With kisses and caresses we make sweet love again.

So pure and true our first night together,our love was so brand new.

You had always been my love love, so softly given this heart to you.
- From Whispers in the Rain
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