Terry O'Leary : Writing

Alone Again

Alone Again

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,my visions are invisible and no one ..
The Harlot (2)

The Harlot (2)

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


While all night queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade,Behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made;A painted girl with flaxen curl has ..
The Mighty Eye in a Brief Eclipse of Time

The Mighty Eye in a Brief Eclipse of Time

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


PROLOGUEUmpteen billion yearsBig Bang, supernova, gasBrief eclipse of timeGases swirling, fallSun and planets, water, gooBrief eclipse of timeAnother ..
Eugene, Eugene

Eugene, Eugene

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


1. Eugene And the Pumpkin PieWee Eugene's but a lonely boy(arrayed in cap and corduroy),has Jungle Jim (a ragged toy)and fancied Friends his only j..
Malimar

Malimar

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars my mind implodes in Malimar where Naiads bathe in caviar - I dream of dwarves and three-eyed tsars.The c..
Treasure for Maureen

Treasure for Maureen

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


A midnight ship with silver sailsAnd hoisted flags with scarlet tailsIs whisked by winds of golden galesDescending from the skies above.And though the..
Till the End of Time

Till the End of Time

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


Stand straight for truth while in your youth and still within your prime,when aged, exude plumb rectitude to steep a l..
I hear Guitars a'Calling

I hear Guitars a'Calling

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final flingwhen sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wingas day departs, a yaw..
Gypsy Guy

Gypsy Guy

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins;the ones that plot are in a s..
By Now You Have Forgot...

By Now You Have Forgot...

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)Thr..