The Frisbee Catching Dog

I wrote this in September 1979 for my loving and faithful dog Nugget, the best dog in the world. He was my best friend for 12 years...


He certainly is a lazy ole fella,
This friend of mine.
Some say, "He's just a dumb animal"
I don't really mind.
Besides, I know him better than anyone.

Sure he's lazy,
Aren't all his kind?
He's a dog, part husky,
Their coats aren't fine.
And I know him better than anyone...

Don't let his laziness fool you though.
He's merely waiting for the time,
When I take him out,
Turn him loose,
And let that saucer fly.

For he's the Frisbee Catching Dog,
A legend in his time,
An honest-to-God celebrity,
With the ability to climb...

...high above friends and foes,
'till soaring disc he finds,
Then gradually to earth he floats,
then turning on a dime...

...back to me he brings the disc,
At my feet, he lets it lie.
Then sits and shines, as if to say,
"Come on, just one more time?"

So I grab the plate,
Cock my arm,
At once he's off he's off his behind.
There it goes,
The wind's got it now,
But where's that mutt of mine?

Oh well, like I said,
This ole fella's past his prime,
He's the laziest frisbee catching dog,
The world will ever find.
And of course, I know him better than anyone...


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm074
090179

God Bless Our America

Founded for the future,
Of generations to come.
A nation built on freedom,
A place for everyone.

The vision of our ancestors,
Conceived in hopes and dreams.
Born through shear resistance,
Amid heroic means.

Built on truth and justice,
And our forefathers' blood.
Empowered by resilience,
Braced by faith in God.

The shackles of oppression,
Shed courageously.
Brought freedom through aggression,
Forged patriotically.

Tall stands Lady Liberty,
High above the rest.
Welcoming the weary,
Beleaguered and oppressed.

Land so vast and plentiful,
Stretched from sea to sea.
So fertile and so beautiful,
A shroud of sanctity.

Take pride as an American,
In everything you do.
God Bless Our America.
The red, white and blue.


Copyright © July 2011
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
070411

In Honor of Frost

In Honor of Robert Frost...

I, too, am a dedicated fan, of a man I know too well,

I often sway and turn his way, to ease a mental block,

He inspires me, quite subtly, to step outside my shell,

He reveals to me, the world I see, thoughts I poetically tell,

His mind you see, breeds sanity, to kindred-spirited stock.

Copyright © June 2009

Kevin Mooney

kmm0116

060109

A Touch

Reflections of young innocence hidden in the mind,

Recollections, time well spent, memories left behind.

Connections form a labyrinth of feelings unrefined.

Learning from relationships, facing uphill climbs,

Discerning all the joys and slips, retracing steps in time.

Yearning for acceptance, embracing what you find.

Reaffirming countenance, moving forward blind.

Suddenly subtlety's sensations soon unwind,

Revealing hidden frailties, temptations long confined.

Reaching toward its virile force, finding peace of mind,

Feeling for its surreal source, its one and only kind.

Tingling from that sense you sense, pleasures intertwined.

Knowing that with confidence true treasures you will find.

Appealing expressed consciousness, temperatures soon climb,

Reeling reflexed willingness, conjectures swoon sublime.

Realizing penned up passions, enticement’s mental clutch,

Mesmerizing inner spasms, incitement's gentle flux,

Sensualizing love's bridged chasm, the excitement of a touch.

Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm117
020510

Good Ole Glory

This is an acrostic.


She waves majestically, for freedom's sake,
Takes assorted abuse in tempered wake,
Airs her proud visage, arm draped with care,
Revels the visions our forefathers shared.

Sails upon ships to moons and far lands,
Plays with sports' casts and field marching bands.
Attends the gatherings of worldly events,
Nurtures psalm occasions with symbolic respect.

Grand is her stature in many old songs,
Lovingly displayed amid fourth gathered throngs.
Elevated religiously in dawn's early light,
Drawn half high to honor those that have died.

Billowy striped scarlet caress white wavy lines,
Alabaster stars on blue states its time.
Never unable to share solemn regrets,
Tearfully embrace-ful of war fallen vets.
Eternally grateful to those sacrificed and saved.
Ramparts she's graced and the tombs of the brave.


Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm068
102809

Let's Fall In Love Again

I cherish my life,
It's not perfect you see,
I've got more than most,
Its been good enough for me.

Sure I've had my shares,
Of mistakes and regrets,
There are things out there,
That I'd rather forget.

But when you get right down to it,
Reflect and ponder through it,
I think that most folks would agree,

The life that I've had,
Is not all that bad,
It's the epitome of what most men dream.

If I could live through it again,
Go back and redo it again,
If given a chance for reprieve.

I'd do it the same again,
Play my life's game again,
With contentment and sheer modesty,

I'd relive all moments,
With sober atonement,
Retrace every life step I see.

I'd walk the same path,
Without questions asked,
Take the road that brought my wife to me.

Let's fall in love again,
Live through it all again.
Go back to the beginning and see.
All of the moments that brought us together,
Those moments with just you and me.

Let's rebuild our love again,
Stronger than it's ever been,
A fortress forged solid and lovingly.

Let's conceive again,
Replant life's seeds again,
Stand by conjoined faithfully.

Let's fall in love again,
Watch our kids crawl again,
Not try to change that meant to be.

Lets reflect and recall again,
Our Family's big and small again,
Hold hands through pained sorrow soberly.

We'll treasure it all again,
Friends' visits and calls again,
Recreate memories of how a good life should be.

Let's wade through it all again,
Stand firm and, not fall again,
Embrace our predestiny.

Let's live Springs and Falls again,
Watch kids grow tall again,
Become the proud reflections we see.

Let's toast to it all again,
Bow to fate's call again,
Follow God's will and our dreams.

Let's fall in love again,
Live through it all again.
Let's re-fall in love, you and me.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
101809

Happy Mother's Day Tracey

Note, this poem is an acrostic. Messages are formed with both the first letters and last letters of every stanza.

Acrostically Faithful and True



To my beloved wife,
Revered soul-mate for life.
Angelic best friend,
Colloquial blend.
Entrusted confidante,
Yearned for Godsend...

Fateful acquaintance,
Alluring prospect.
Impermeable abidance,
Tempting veneer,
Humble adorn,
Fancy proforma,
Untethered zeal.
Lustfully formal,
Loquaciously Shy.
Youthfully coy,
Truthful pseudo.
Respect-ant Adieu,
Ufettered flair.
Explicit rendezvous.

Together we're one,
Ordinarily content.
Lovingly pure,
Oz-like ardour.
Voracious discern,
Exuberant karma.
Facetious appeal,
Audacious, surreal.
Impermeable sincerity,
Translucently superb.
Heavenly delightful,
Fervent allure.
Unbridled bliss,
Longingly sensuous.
Laughter demure,
Yearningly adored.

The years past form a lifelong daydream,
Reflections of good-times gone by,
Allusions to events, a time-capsule surreal,
Collective freeze-frames of memories ago.
Every moment preserved like a show on TV.
You're my rock, my salvation, my own mistletoe.

In the time since I met you,
Life's been blessed from get-go.
Often extraordinary,
Victorious resolve,
Enjoyable improv.
You're my numero uno
One love, true and faithful,
Unmistakable alibi.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney

Acrostically Faithful and True

Note, this poem is an acrostic. Messages are formed with both the first letters and last letters of every stanza.


To my beloved wife,
Revered soul-mate for life.
Angelic best friend,
Colloquial blend.
Entrusted confidante,
Yearned for Godsend...

Fateful acquaintance,
Alluring prospect.
Impermeable abidance,
Tempting veneer,
Humble adorn,
Fancy proforma,
Untethered zeal.
Lustfully formal,
Loquaciously Shy.
Youthfully coy,
Truthful pseudo.
Respect-ant Adieu,
Ufettered flair.
Explicit rendezvous.

Together we're one,
Ordinarily content.
Lovingly pure,
Oz-like ardour.
Voracious discern,
Exuberant karma.
Facetious appeal,
Audacious, surreal.
Impermeable sincerity,
Translucently superb.
Heavenly delightful,
Fervent allure.
Unbridled bliss,
Longingly sensuous.
Laughter demure,
Yearningly adored.

The years past form a lifelong daydream,
Reflections of good-times gone by,
Allusions to events, a time-capsule surreal,
Collective freeze-frames of memories ago.
Every moment preserved like a show on TV.
You're my rock, my salvation, my own mistletoe.

In the time since I met you,
Life's been blessed from get-go.
Often extraordinary,
Victorious resolve,
Enjoyable improv.
You're my numero uno
One love, true and faithful,
Unmistakable alibi.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney

The Frisbee Catching Dog

I wrote this in September 1979 for my loving and faithful dog Nugget, the best dog in the world. He was best friend for 12 years...


He certainly is a lazy ole fella,
This friend of mine.
Some say, "He's just a dumb animal"
I don't really mind.
Besides, I know him better than anyone.

Sure he's lazy,
Aren't all his kind?
He's a dog, part husky,
Their coats aren't fine.
And I know him better than anyone...

Don't let his laziness fool you though.
He's merely waiting for the time,
When I take him out,
Turn him loose,
And let that saucer fly.

For he's the Frisbee Catching Dog,
A legend in his time,
An honest-to-God celebrity,
With the ability to climb...

...high above friends and foes,
'till soaring disc he finds,
Then gradually to earth he floats,
then turning on a dime...

...back to me he brings the disc,
At my feet, he lets it lie.
Then sits and shines, as if to say,
"Come on, just one more time?"

So I grab the plate,
Cock my arm,
At once he's off he's off his behind.
There it goes,
The wind's got it now,
But where's that mutt of mine?

Oh well, like I said,
This ole fella's past his prime,
He's the laziest frisbee catching dog,
The world will ever find.
And of course, I know him better than anyone...


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
090179