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Poems & Prose of Atonement
Copyright 2017 by Bart Keegan

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The Sigh
Grand Dames Exist
George Best is dead
Play the Day Away
On a Hilltop Day
Angels Never Dance
The Nearly Man
I Shadow in Your Name
Any Road
Notes of a madly loving person
In Fields of Gold
My Bernadette Mary
The Kiss
Gold of She
The Face
The Men Who Inhabit Cafes
The Unresolved
The kiss on the ass
New Beginnings
Oh Folly
Constraints upon my soul
Your face is all I see
To Barby
Magnificent Forebodings
Ever Angel Eyes
Oh, Little Star
Your Man
My Father
Mr Merryweather
The Child
Of some
Sackcloth John
Bright Day
Notes upon a summer’s day
My Mother

About the Author

The Sigh

Or did I sigh
Just now?
When I awakened from
My sleep
Of death
Into the channel of
The nightened day
In fright?
As when I saw you
Passing by
Just now
Beneath my feet
And underneath my head
Of clay

So stay!

O golden clamour of the day
That rattles, stirs, begets the way
Of loving life, yet lived
Astride your mighty sway!

Grand Dames Exist

Grand Dames exist
To stir the cauldron of my soul
To crow in coarseness
Curses to bestow
And with their blackened robes and
Skinny hands,
Repulsive faces
Wicked yellow’d teeth
And cackled laughs,
Grand Dames exist
To guide us into

Or should I tell?
Of new beginnings from this final hour
Their bower
Encapsulating me
That I might suffocate in agony
To death
To be delivered from and by
The hands of these Grand Dames
Of Old
A next new seed to be?

George Best is dead

He died at last
They mourn him now
He’s in a box
The only one that’s there
That cannot hear

George Best

Play the Day Away

All things considered —
The world turns on its axis
And flies live only the length
Of a summer

And Gods rise out of the

So let the woman be
And see her child appear
Born new

For Gods rise out of the

So play
The day

On a Hilltop Day

For all I see
The roses seem to bloom
For all I know
The life is doom and gloom
For all I want
Is Time to end
And this to never be
For all I care
The fox runs sly
And wily to its lair
Up in the skies
The mounting clouds ahigh
With lifting rapture
Of my heart as sure
I feel
The nearness of
You die
Within me
To be ever born anew

For all I love
It never is enough
For all I ache
To see you in the

I live and long and thrill
To be
With you. Again.
For all I see to be

Angels Never Dance

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