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…

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.

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

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.

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.

Whispers Softly
F J McCarthy on Jan 20, 2009


The music whispers softly in my ear.
Reminding me of times I hold so dear.
The melodies are playing, like feathers on a drum.
Whisper to me softly,  of all the joy to come.
The violins and bass, their bows pulled gently by.
So beautiful and pure, I can not help to cry.
As the tears,  roll gently down my cheek, Some one stops to say.
“Is there something I can do?” “No I’ll be O.K.”
It seems I have a problem, with these whispers that I hear.
No-one else can hear them, It’s like they just don’t care.
Yet I long to hear the whispers, getting fainter every day.
They are the music of your voice , before you went away.

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.

Writing Haiku
F J McCarthy on Apr 15, 2010


Writing like breathing

Involuntary action

A force of nature

Writing Haiku

F J McCarthy on Apr 15, 2010

How I feel about writing.



Writing like breathing

Involuntary action

A force of nature

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.

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.