I Took My Friend...

I took my friend to see the doctor,

He was feeling bad.

The doctor told me what was wrong,

What little time he had.

I looked my friend in the eye,

Could not find words to explain.

Tears welled up as I tried,

To ease his incurable pain.

The doctor told me all I could do,

Was comfort him and wait.

I watched the life in his eyes,

Fade then dissipate.

I bid farewell through my tears,

Told him it would be fine.

I loved him dearly, for so many years,

That beautiful friend of mine.

I didn't realize how much I cared,

How little time we had.

When I took my friend to be with the lord,

The best friend I ever had.

RIP Niles
December 2003 - March 2014

Copyright © April 2014
Kevin Mooney

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Grow Old With Me

To my wife Tracey. She completes me...

Come sit beside me,
Let's reflect a while.
When you're near it's soothing,
I've always loved your smile.

Our world's ever changing,
A perpetual turnstile.
Life's been entertaining,
I've cherished every mile.

As our years are waning,
It's become plain to see,
We're jointly self-sustaining,
Together, meant to be.

So grasp my hand firmly,
Approach the setting sun,
Side by side we'll journey,
Not as two, but one.

As we near the pinnacle of,
Our co-eternal quest,
Take solace in the knowledge,
Together we are best.

For each and every by-way,
Toward eternity,
Will grace our voyage sky-way,
As you grow old with me.


Copyright © September 2009
Kevin Mooney

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This Man That I Once Knew

This man gave me comfort,
This man gave me life.
This man made me who I am,
Taught me wrong from right.

This man gave me shelter,
Provided clothes and food.
Nurtured me with confidence,
Showed me what to do.

This man gave me values,
Prepared me to survive.
If it were not for this man,
I may not be alive.

This man was my father,
My mentor and best friend.
My soul mate and my confidant,
My comrade, my Godsend.

He's no longer with me,
Standing by my side.
He loved me unconditionally,
Up to the day he died.

Now his spirit guides me,
In everything I do.
He lives deep down inside me,
In both my two sons, too.

This man that I once knew.


Copyright © June 2011
Kevin Mooney

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No Greater Love

 This poem is written to the wonderful accompanying painting by my friend Paul McGehee called "Faithful Companion".  Be sure to check out all of Paul's art.  He is  a very talented local artist...

There's no love like a dog's,
When you're feeling blue.
It wags its tail, licks your hand,
Then cuddles close to you.

It never has a motive,
Mopes or just complains.
Its love is unconditional,
Loyalty remains.

A dog's love is pure love,
Precious, sure and true.
It can tell and understands,
When somethings bothering you.

They never have resentment,
Balk or show dismay.
Their sole source of contentment,
Is attention and want of play.

They never have an objection.
Never hold a grudge.
They vie for your affection.
With a bark or cold nose nudge.

They love you just the way you are,
Stay right by your side.
They treat you like a movie star,
Without a reason why.

And when their time has finally come,
They don't raise a peep.
They wag their tail, look at you,
Then quietly go to sleep.


Copyright © March 2011
Kevin Mooney

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Pass The Guinness Here

This is my attempt at an Irish drinking song. Anyone up for a pint?


Gather round my Gaelic brood,
For laughter, fun and cheer.
Friendly chat, a bite of food,
And another pint of beer.

Aye, my Irish brethren,
Come and sit a spell.
Ere be hell or heaven,
To where be off, do tell?

Pass the Guinness, aye me lad,
Pass the Guinness here,
As you're me witness,
I ain't sober now,
And ain't 12 months 'fore here.

Pass the Guinness barkeep,
Pass me another beer.
Raise your glasses,
Lads and lasses,
Here's to another year.

I thought I saw a rainbow,
A half a mile from here.
I went to find the end of it,
Before it disappeared.

There I saw a leprechaun,
Sitting in the clear.
He tipped his hat, winked at me,
Then said "Come over here".

He danced like a court jester,
He really seemed sincere.
I couldn't refuse his amiable gesture,
So together we drank some beer.

Pass the Guinness, aye me lad,
Pass the Guinness here,
As you're me witness,
I ain't sober now,
And ain't 12 months 'fore here.

Pass the Guinness barkeep,
Pass me another beer.
Raise your glasses,
Lads and lasses,
Here's to another year.

I saw a most strange creature,
While standing on the pier.
It had unusual features,
And created quite a fear.

Of course I wasn't sober,
I'd had a bit of cheer,
It was either the Loch Ness Monster,
Or the effects of all the beer.

While I maneuvered drunkenly,
He suddenly appeared.
He raised his head right next to me,
Then whispered in my ear.

It may have been the alcohol,
That drew the monster near.
I blacked out, now can't recall,
What happened to all my beer.

So, pass another Guinness me lad,
Pass the Guinness here,
As you're me witness,
I ain't sober now,
And ain't 12 months 'fore here.

Pass the Guinness barkeep,
Pass me another beer.
Raise your glasses,
Lads and lasses,
Here's to another year.

Yes, raise your glasses,
Make a toast.
Here's to another beer year.


Copyright © November 2010
Kevin Mooney

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The Blind Pickled Porcupine and His Drunken Skunk Friend

One late night at The Watering Hole,
The barn owl hooted This is Last Call!
At the end of the bar feeling just fine,
Was Gimbelstein the blind porcupine.

Now porcupines can be funny creatures,
They're quite social despite their features.
Gimbelstein tends to be friendlier than most,
A pickled blind porcupine jovial host.

On this one particular occasion,
He didn't need additional persuasion.
He was now down to his very last nickle,
And found the barn owl to be somewhat fickle.

So Gimbelstein stumbled on his way,
Deciding he'd return another day.
On his way home he ran into,
PJ the Skunk who was drunk too.

Now the only thing worse than a skunk that's drunk,
Is happening to find a blind pickled porcupine.
PJ Skunk bowed and said how do you do?
Sensing him polite, Gimbelstein bowed too.

Now PJ had eaten before getting started,
And when he bowed, accidentally farted.
Though Gimbelstein blind and somewhat obtuse,
He thought maybe PJ some mother's loose goose.

Suddenly Gimbelstein noticed a ripe smell,
It smelled like a skunk but he couldn't quite tell.
Of course 'ole PJ feeling quite well,
Decided he'd play and simply not tell.

Gimbelstein offered the goose his right paw,
And said that the two of them better not stall.
Smells like a skunk might be coming this way,
We shouldn't get dunked by his awful foul spray.

As PJ took the paw the porcupine held out,
Gimbelstein's needles stood straight and stout.
Poor drunk skunk PJ just never saw,
The porcupine's needles penetrate in his paw.

Of course a skunk's senses are his best defenses,
Hence PJ's best offense was his unpleasant essence.
So quite unintentionally and most unconventionally,
PJ stunk Gimbelstein with his offensive scent.

The blind pickled porcupine didn't seem to mind,
The drunk skunk's tearful yet bearable spray.
He simply assumed that PJ's perfume,
Was some other loose goose's aromic bouquet.

In fact PJ's spice brought tears to both eyes,
Of Gimbelstein the blind and pickled porcupine.
The tears that he cried cleared both his closed eyes,
Suddenly he could see for the very first time.

When he up and realized that PJ had lied,
And wasn't a mother's loose goose at all.
He first felt irate then managed to hesitate,
When he saw his spent needles in poor PJ's paw.

Once he relaxed he then kindly asked,
Could PJ control his droll pungent smell?
PJ replied with a wink of his eye,
Maybe I can, but I'll never tell.

The pickled porcupine couldn't really find,
Any sound reason they couldn't prove friends.
After all, the drunk skunk's stuck paw,
Was bound to eventually improve and mend.

And as for what stunk, it wasn't skunk gunk,
But simply drunk PJ's flatulent funk.
Gimbelstein confided that he had decided,
He could get used to the unpleasant skunk rump.

The spray, though quite putrid, made his sight lucid,
The tears derived aided him miraculously.
The funk he could handle, the smell and the scandal,
Of a drunken skunk's friendship controversy.

But as for the flatulence, it caused him hesitance,
Gimbelstein wasn't sure what advice to impart.
PJ had confidence that his incontinence,
Was a trite, yet demure, quite innocent fart.

So the skunk PJ maintained his rank pre-spray,
The porcupine Gimbelstein reined in his pins.
They drank together from that day forever,
Two Birds of a feather and drunken close friends.



Copyright © September 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Friends

They come and they go,
Like winter and snow,
Fleeting casts of characters,
In one's life picture show.

But where do they go?

Illuminated present,
Figmentations passed,
Incongruent yesteryear's,
It all moves too fast.

But will it last?

What about tomorrow?
And tomorrow after that?
Will my life have changed so dramatically,
That there's no turning back?

Answer me that?

Life's so unpredictable,
Often bitter in the end,
Treasure every moment,
Every moment's a Godsend.

Remember your friends.

Copyright © May 1980
Kevin Mooney

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Miss Amanda June

Kinetically programed to tackle daily challenges that life throws her way.
Emphasizing that which matters most - her children, her mother, her friends.
Nothing deters her drive to survive, utilize, capitalize. Beat the odds by
Taking the good with the bad, glasses in hand. Like she has a choice?
Utilizing her mind, her talents, her lust and zeal for life, as she knows it.
Committed to the preservation of that which surrounds her spiritual being.
Kentucky bred, passionately fed, to express herself individually, artistically.
Yearning to be desired, loved - nurtured by one who unconditionally cares.

Given to the proposition, as a woman, she is equal, physically & mentally.
Illicitly seeking freedom for her kids and herself, from that which binds her.
Realizing that it's her substance that compels her, gives her her strength.
Loathing those who weigh her down, restrict her from achieving set goals.

Enjoying the little things that are so often overlooked, taken for granted.
X-marking the spots of her triumphs through words, art, self-expression.
Tasting, savoring life's Doritos & pop tarts - sensibly, sensually, sexually.
Reminiscing, but not dwelling, on her roots - her mother, her grandmother.
Always focused, pushing forward, breaching life's waves one step at a time.
Officially breaking the shackles of depression, failure, fear, resentment.
Relishing accomplishments, embellishing dreams, determined, with purpose.
Declaring independence from needy men, seedy men, greedy men.
Irresponsible men who can't hack it and don't deserve her anyways.
Not wanting to look back, turn her back, knowing that if she does it may
All consume her, mentally, physically, spiritually, exhaustingly.
In time she knows she will succeed. She must. It goes without saying,
Radiates like a celestial orb, pulsating, pounding at her wanton door.
Euphorically driven to be the Kentucky Woman she was born to be,

Miss Amanda June

Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

Friends

They come and they go,
Like winter and snow,
Fleeting casts of characters,
In one's life picture show.

But where do they go?

Illuminated present,
Figmentations passed,
Incongruent yesteryear's,
It all moves too fast.

But will it last?

What about tomorrow?
And tomorrow after that?
Will my life have changed so dramatically,
That there's no turning back?

Answer me that?

Life's so unpredictable,
Often better in the end,
Treasure every moment,
Every moment's a Godsend.

Remember your friends.


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

Don't Pretend

At times the world's a mystery,
Realities our minds do bend.
Illusions deceive,
In yourself believe,
For God's sake, don't pretend.

Jackson Browne sang of a Pretender,
A long, lonely life he did lead.
A dreamer can't feel,
Things that are real,
It's security and confidence you need.

With me you'll have the courage,
Self-confidence 'till the end,
Your friendship I'll always treasure,
Best friends forever?
Together we've no need to pretend.


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney