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~ Death Holds No Victory Here…


~ Death Has No Victory
We are all a composite

Of that which came before

The good, the bad, 

Sadness, happiness, galore
The efforts of our ancestors 

Still cling within our bones

Tis why we have no answeres

When foreign thought induces groans
And what of the songs 

Our lips happily sing

Though not in native tongue

To young ones sleeps it brings
And eyes of such depth

Tell more then what is seen

Bits and pieces of our ancestors 

Look back in glistened beam
Think not when dead, buried

They are forever gone

Look upon your family’s ways

Their presence still lives on
O’Prunty

2/5/17

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~ Haiku


~ Haiku
Family tree stands tall

Some branches no longer exist

Shoots of new ones, little ones
O’Prunty 

2/5/17
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~ I Know


I know…

I know our loved ones

Are never really gone

Look into the child’s eyes

Their essence still lives on

A composite of descent

Parents, siblings, ancestors too

Traits these wee ones display

While interacting with you –

A sudden reconigtion

A sudden spoken word

Reminiscent of the loved one

Their presence seen, felt, heard

A smile that brings comfort

A hug that warms the heart

Perhaps it’s the infants, children

Keeping us from falling apart:

I know our loved ones

Are never really gone

Look into the child’s eyes

Their essence still lives on. 

O’Prunty 

3/24/15

Dedicated to my stepson, Benjamin, who recently lost his brother US Airforce Senior Airmen, Zachary – Benjamin and his wife are expecting their first child, these words are to comfort, as children so often do.

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~ Our Emerald Isle Ancestors


~ Our Emerald Isle Ancestors 

There’s a drum roll in my heart
A Irish diddie my Father sang
Memories of Mothers feet
Crossing the music room
In perfected beat
There’s stories of old
From aunts and uncles alike
Of Irish ancestors
Crossing the waters
For lad, lassie and tike
The promise of a new life
Filled with love, prosperity
Flowing with milk and honey
A new Jerusalem
They dreamed to see
They brought their old traditions
Their songs, their island folklore
They brought determination
These Irish immigrants 
Who wanted more
They found the land was lush
They plowed through fallow years
Shouldered the rails to prosperity
Building dreams they labored
With blood, with sweat, with tears 
An affinity with earth, wind and sky
They roamed this country over
Never forgetting their Emerald Isle
Their love of God
Their “trinity” clover
So here’s to all before us
Mothers and fathers of destiny
Who braved raging waters
New frontiers 
For life and liberty!
O’Prunty 
3/17/15

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~ Sowing and Reaping ~


~ Sowing and Reaping ~

The state of our economy
here in “the melting pot”
the “good ole USA”
has drained the joy of gardening somewhat –
once a spring pleasure of planting
now nearing a nesscessity as prices soar:

Hoe in hand
I’m reminded of our ancestors
the men, women and children laboring
toiling beneath a sultry sun
by the sweat of their brow
clearing the land to plant in virgin soil
praying for survivals harvest
and a mild winter;
sowing and reaping
reaping and sowing

I can hear the clanging of the harness
strapped across a beast of burden
see reigns blistering necks and shoulders
hands calloused by the force of weathered wood
and the plow-head tearing green blades
unearthing dirt where destinies lie

Rising before the sweltering sun scales the sky
families gathering to break bread and pray
thankful for a new day dawning
ignoring the aches and pains, near exhaustion
knowing their just a bad harvest away from death
and winter is respecter of no-one
but bares down hard, cold, relentless

Plowing, planting, praying
plowing, planting, praying
hands, sowing and reaping
hands, reaping and sowing
in a seasonal circle of survival,
of faith, endurance, fortitude

Hoe in hand
I work the land
reminded of our ancestors;
bless the ground they walked on
now lie beneath.

O’Prunty
4/3/14

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