Terry O'Leary : Writing

Days of Crystalline

Days of Crystalline

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.Along the trails in distant..
Nun in FRiar Small-Bro's Grave... Yard

Nun in FRiar Small-Bro's Grave... Yard

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


The midnight clings to dwarfish kingswhile robot drones, adorning thrones, kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box grace..
Buried In The Sand

Buried In The Sand

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


A beggar clump adorns a dump, his pencil box in hand -With sightless eyes upon the skies he’s lying there unmanned.He’s fallen down in Sha..
The Acrobat

The Acrobat

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land.They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,while Acrobats step pitapat above..
While I Gaze In Your Eyes

While I Gaze In Your Eyes

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,I can fathom the depths of empyreal ski..
My Guitar

My Guitar

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


With burdens bearing heavy down a road that’s hard and long,my body’s bent and weary so I’m reaching for a song;my sorrows flicker "..
Passing Trains In Winter Rain

Passing Trains In Winter Rain

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


Distrait within the dismal nightwhile drifting down deserted track...Beyond the bend, a lantern lightillumed alone the vacant black.Such are the trick..
Gypsy Eyes

Gypsy Eyes

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


You’ve mirrored me in gypsy eyes, which never take but borrowYou’ve bathed me in your gypsy eyes, wh..
Battered Shells

Battered Shells

A Poem by Terry O'Leary


Standing lonely in a crowdFeelings severed, screaming loud;Heart rejected, growing coldTrusting ways begin to foldWaking eyes find life revealed,Wonde..

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