Patrick Ronan


  • Patrick Ronan

    On The Tranquility of Turmoil by Patrick Ronan

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    Water falls cast their spray upon the rocks

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    NTATE MEMBER by Patrick Ronan

    NTATE MEMBER

    The fat man at the end of the long table
    Speaks and we know he is not very able
    All the time playing with his paper
    We ask what will be his next caper
    Speaks to the chairman…

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    DEPRESSION CHALLENGES by Patrick Ronan

    You came to me without warning
    Took up occupancy without permission
    Your purpose hidden from the host
    In a dark cloud of anger and confusion

    But you did not come alone
    You brought a…

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    My Beloved Kay by Patrick Ronan

    There you were Kay, across the dance floor
    Caught your smile and it overpowered me
    Danced with you and knew for sure
    You are the one to share my life.

    So much interest in learning everyth…

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    Waiting for Your Email. by Patrick Ronan

    For twenty years now you have been away.
    In a far away land where you choose to stay.
    We see you only when you come home to visit.
    We communicate by email most every day.
    We keep up to date…

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    Walking with Sister Cancer by Patrick Ronan

    There is silence in the noisy corridor
    It resides among us all
    We have all met sister cancer
    And now we meet the big machine

    There are twenty who wait today
    Silently sitting by the wa…

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    JACARANDA TREE by Patrick Ronan

    Spread high and wide against the noonday sun
    The jacaranda tree displays its mauve foliage
    All nature knows that August has finally come
    Students on their way back again to college
    On the g…

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    Pathway by Patrick Ronan

    PATHWAY

    Tall thin pine trees swaying in the wind
    Sunlight breaking through the narrow gap
    Distant green-capped fields the morning find
    Discarded over there, a branch with sap

    Yonder…

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    Seven O Two by Patrick Ronan

    Seven-O-Two

    I like to listen to Seven O Two at night
    We can always count on Kiemo for a fight
    If he was President for a day
    He would insist on his own way

    We could all be taking drugs …

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    Nurse Roma by Patrick Ronan

    Nurse Roma

    The patient’s condition I do not care
    Any medical condition does not scare
    I will only do what I see fit
    I will tell you when and where to sit

    In this clinic I am always th…

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    Coole Park by Patrick Ronan

    Coole park was where he took his friends
    It was his joy until the end.
    To stroll along the wooded trails.
    While reminiscing or telling tales .
    To stop and glare at the big oak trees .
    Or…

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    Enough by Patrick Ronan

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    When do you know enough
    Is it on your death bed
    Or when you fall prey to illness
    Or when you lose your job
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    Where is enough
    While you are striving to win
    At the game of money makin…

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    A Lonely Grave by Patrick Ronan

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    I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.

    A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.

    I called out your name and shed many a tear.

    And hoped in my heart that you would a…

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    Home At Last. by Patrick Ronan

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    It was a bright sunny day in two thousand and seven.

    September twenty first at quarter to eleven.

    In a coma you lay without even a stir.

    With our eyes full of tears it just ne…

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    Diabetic Man by Patrick Ronan

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    On St Patrick’s day my score was nine point two.

    Maybe I am about to get the regular flu.

    In spite of all the tablets I take.

    The magic number Six I cannot make.

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    Every nig…

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    Jellyfish by Patrick Ronan

    Here comes our man with briefcase swinging.

    Has an opinion on every currency topic.

    Likes to discuss issues with a passion.

    Words can be bent broken and hyphenated.

    Yesterday hello …

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    MOTHER EATER by Patrick Ronan

    Why did you do it, why did you do it
    What possessed you to become a cannibal
    To turn on your mother in her old age
    And leave her in a pile on the floor

    Your neighbours found you roasti…

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