"malley" poems
down the main drag of our town
the thundering sound of motor bikes did resound
folks in our town rushed out doors
to see what was making such an almighty roar
the bikers were on their monthly charity rally
they stopped at the local pub owned by John O'Malley
they partook of a ration of ale
whilst filling their donation pails
after an interlude in our small township
they straddled their chrome plated Harley ships
to ride along the country byways
on this most magnificent autumn day
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Familys ******** can ya hear em?
Uncle larry's probaly gonna puke dont get near him.
I kinda ****** up sight.
Someone get Bobby Joe outthe street cause ya know he aint bright.
Christmas kinda blows around here.
So toss me a bottle and crack a beer.
Hey did anyone know how the tree caught fire?
No sweetie uncle Stan isnt a down on his luck actor.
He's really a drug dealer and habitual liar.
Is egg nog supposed to have chunks.
No baby it's not cool that your 13 on facebook asking
for pic's of shirtless hunks.
Great it's time to sit down to dinner
Yes sure is great Father O Malley showed up.
Who better to chasethe boys and drink up the whiskey
screaming at the hat rack it's a sinner.
Um it's hard to make snow Angels on the concrete.
No your son isnt spoiled.
He's just wearing more than i make month with his
seven thousand dollar sneakers on his feet.
Grandma it's kiss under the mistletoe no tongue.
Ya think grandpa would have slowed on the cigs after getting put in the iron lung.
Great a blizzard has snowed us all in. yippie im bunking with Little Tommy tinkles thats the way the holiday goes.
I think freezing to death doesnt sound so bad.
Lord how Christmas blows.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
With my fiddle I play...
and My Mug I shall drink...
with My feet i will dance...
and My mind shall not think...
I will sing of good times of now and of then...
and celebrate life with the bestest of men...
O'Charlie O'Malley and Jamison brew...
Baileys O'Reilly and a guinness or two...
Through out the day and in to the night....
No worries today to drunk for a fight...
St.Patty is here..
Now grab me a beer!!!
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 8:25 AM UTC
Down in the alley
The cats are swaying
The leader is O'malley
He's got a guitar he's playing
Ginger is on bass strumming
He's doing his thing
Tabby is there drumming
And they're ready to sing
She cats are sharpening their claws
Dancing with their tails in the air
See the cats licking their paws
All the cats are there
Join in if you're a cat
The party is out of sight
Down in the alley where it's at
Going on all through the night
copyright Chris Smith 1998
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 6, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
Said Father Ted we have no wine
Nor have we any bread
Let us have a show of hands
For sure the lord will understand
If we go down to Malley's bar
And use some stout instead
The verger said it slipped my mind
I left the prayer books all behind
Said Father Ted well never mind
We all know Auld Lang Syne
Father didn't carry cash
Nor did the verger by his side
But still they sank a pint or three
The lord he did provide
They staggered home through the snow
Not caring if they'd sinned
The verger fell into a drift
And carved some angel wings
Father Ted went home to rest
He dreamed of water turned to wine
For sure he thought, we do our best
To muddle through our earthly time
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
on the eve of the night
when white people in this country
pretend to give a **** about the oppressed,
we watched puppets put a show on
for all of the fools too ignorant
to really open their eyes and see
the strings that pull at their sleeves
hillary took her sharp stick
and jabbed bernie again and again,
who smiled with graciousness
at each poke because his road
is the high one and people like hillary
need to be half villain in order
to fulfill their desperate attempts
for the young people's vote
o'malley was like dust under
six layers of worn out carpets
hidden under newly installed
hardwoods making the carpet's
entire existence completely void
to the outside world
ah, oh right - o'malley tried,
but that's all i can tell you about him
at some point we smoked a
baseball shaped spliff rolled with
three joint papers and i couldn't
help but watch them all and feel
the bile in my stomach wish for
escape, the idea that an old
jewish dude probably knows
what's best for my future is
an interesting one
lately there is a storm brewing
beneath my skin, deeper than
my bones, right in the very pit
of my soul, and i can feel within
it a great and forceful change
i think my body mirrors this earth,
this universe, this time, and i'm
waiting with baited breath for
the next great shift
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
SO WHAT!
or Ode to Uncle Chuck
"So what"....growled uncle Chuck
(Charles O'Malley)
When he'd had enough.
His almost predictable
Dissertation time
Had arrived.
His succinct
Oratorial
Platitude
Delivered
With attitude
Usually somewhere between
Three and four
O'Keefes in the morning.
Only he knew
The content of his
Hypothesis
He would only reveal
The title.
Keeping his thesis
Secret.
Korsakoff
Perhaps had a more
Intimate relationship
With Uncle Chuck.
Maybe he knew
What Chuck meant
When he said
"So what!"
Sean Hunt
Windermere, 2014
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC