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Adrian Taheny Dublin / Ireland, Male, 64
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  • POEM: Where Is She? by Adrian Taheny (11/29/2016 3:07:00 AM)

    Agreed. This was written a few years ago for the want of something better to do, after a good meal. My wife went to the toiled and was gone for some time. I began to scribble. As you suggest it was just an observation. Just read your poems. They are very beautiful.

  • POEM: You'Re A Liar Mr Churchill by Adrian Taheny (11/29/2016 2:59:00 AM)

    Thank you for your comments. The he said and she said are meant to represent announcers / presenters on the radio and yes there was and is a song called Turn your radio on which was around during the war years. My father who died in 2012 (aged 92) recalled these stories to me and vividly explained the scene around the radio, awaiting news of the war. The local sentiment was very anti British and when The Prime Minister would say things like all our planes returned safely a certain gentleman would jump to his feet and shout at the radio You're a liar Mr Churchill. (hence the title)

  • POEM: Thoughts At 4 A.M. by Glenda Cimino (12/19/2014 5:59:00 AM)

    Glenda, your poem is very moving. Here is a reflection (Love after Love) by Derek Walcott that came straight into my mind. Hope it helps. Adrian

    The time will come
    when, with elation
    you will greet yourself arriving
    at your own door, in your own mirror
    and each will smile at the other's welcome,

    and say, sit here. Eat.
    You will love again the stranger who was your self.
    Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
    to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

    all your life, whom you ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.
    Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

    the photographs, the desperate notes,
    peel your own image from the mirror.
    Sit. Feast on your life.