Sunday, March 22, 2026

Poetic Words by John Herlihy - Complementary Musical Response - Take Time Out to Relax and Enjoy...




 In Old Age to Die Young

by John Herlihy 


I hope in my old age to die young,
More light than darkness in me spun.
As I look to my youth, I have to laugh,
I wanted to increase my age by half.

How could I shed my skin and grow up,
How could I rid myself feeling as a pup
Grow up I did, time’s arrow never does stay,
The half century gone by seems as yesterday.

Now I wish to end my days without pretense,
Capturing if possible that feeling of innocence.
That sweet innocence that only children know,
All the wild fantasies their imaginations bestow.

Collecting grasshoppers, ladybugs and fireflies,
Imagine the wonder when a praying mantis flies.
To see things thru aging eyes as if never before,
Seeing everything again for the first time, galore.

If age teaches anything it is to abandon all fear,
A long lifetime of days all the while God is near.
We live within a reality that speaks one thing true
The one thing we need to know we never knew.

- - - -
Copyright © John Herlihy
Sunday 9 November 2025



Just Because I Don’t Remember

by John Herlihy

 

Just because I don’t remember,

Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

All the days of sweet September,

A voice calling, they do still beckon.

Therein be all the tempting mystery,

That lies patiently waiting to unfold.

Of the delicate fragility of memory,

That can break into pieces when cold.

Our memories as songbirds that fly,

Uplifted by air on feathered wings.

On their return we can never rely,

Heard only as notes on violin strings.

Into which heartland have they gone,

Singing to others their beloved song.

- - - -

Copyright © John Herlihy 
Thursday 20 November 2025


That Lonesome Road

by John Herlihy


We all walk down that lonesome road,
That lonesome road in the darkest night.
Our hearts beat fearful on that lonesome road,
Winding around corners lost in mist out of sight.
We all walk down certain winding, sinuous pathways,
Into unknown places that fill us with ghostly fright.
The road winding its way as if descended from heaven,
A solitary thread unravelling across a patchwork quilt.
Across fallow fields, brushland, and harvested farmland,
Across prairies and meadows, savannahs and grassland.
Whether real or imagined, the lonesome road lies sure,
Lending us trials and tribulations we must all endure.
That lonesome road will take me where I want to go,
To all those places in my destiny I have come to know.

- - - - -
Copyright © John Herlihy
Saturday 22 November 2025




Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

by John Herlihy

 

You loved me yesterday.

I'm not sure you love me today.

Will you love me tomorrow?

 

You spoke ill of me yesterday.

You apologized to me today.

What will you do tomorrow?

 

You praised me yesterday.

You insulted me today.

Will you lie to me tomorrow?

 

You arrived yesterday.

You stayed with me today.

Will you leave me tomorrow? 

 

You left me yesterday.

You stayed away today.

Will come back tomorrow?

 

You met me yesterday.

You loved me today.

Will you hate me tomorrow?

 

We know what happened yesterday

We know what is happening today

We don’t know what will happen tomorrow.


- - - - -


Copyright © John Herlihy

Thursday 20 November 2025





One Last Poem

by John Herlihy

 

One more poem and then I will take leave,

Some brief final verses of what I still believe.

The mind pours forth what the heart inspires,

Sentiments that still burn as smoldering fires.

Writing the only dream that ever came true ,

The one fulfilling experience that I fully knew.

Breadcrumbs of poems that never grow stale,

Little twinkling stars of night that never pale.

A young child’s poem that will never grow old,

An old man’s poem ever fresh, forever young.

Poem of the heart scripted by feathered quill,

A final miracle to occur, some inspiration still.

Every poem potentially as the one poem last,

That one poem completed that will hold fast.


- - - - -


Copyright © John Herlihy

Thursday 20 November 2025











John, my message to you is my final selections... Can you read it?

Gabby

No comments:

Post a Comment