Mayday

 Mayday Mayday 

Up, to the boundless skies, to the endless blue 

My silver wings carried me high as I flew

My craft climbed to embrace the rising Sun 

Rainbow of lights swirled and joined as one 

With speed I climb, into the turbulent air 

As high as my restless spirit would dare 

Chasing the wind, hovering in a celestial dance 

The clouds around me float as if in a trance 

I left the Earth behind to disappear in shame 

The sky beckons me, a flickering flame 

My soul longs to break the surly bonds 

Atop the mountain peaks, and soar beyond 

My wings are washed with the beams of the sun

Alas my flying days are finally done 

As the Elysian Field before me Unfold 

I know that my plane had mechanically stalled 

Full thrust, pitch down; that is the norm 

The plane shakes and flies into the raging storm 

Mayday, Mayday. Now, I will meet my fate 

No grave for an Eagle, only a nest at the gate

Of immortality, as I transform with grace 

Into a majestic Eagle, my destiny will embrace 

While in silence, the Angels softly trod 

I climbed into the heavens to touch the face of god

Maxwell O’Reilly

Fledgling

 Fledgling 

In gardens of longing, where yearnings entwine,

A bird returns to this space, divine.

To the old tree, where memories accrue,

He seeks solace, a bond so true.

He peers at homes, now crumbling stones,

Then takes to skies with melodies in tones.

His wings, delicate, in shades so brown,

Defy gravity, don a golden crown.

In streets abandoned, he lands each day,

On thorny perches, where sorrows sway.

Woes carve marks on its feet's stance,

A soul in longing's fleeting dance.

Perched on branches, under moon's soft light,

From ancient balconies, a mystical sight.

Fate's chosen bird, in graceful flight 

Sends heartfelt tunes, with love alights 

Exchange of words and silent embrace,

Gazes so deep, in love's sacred space.

Longing stares reveal secrets in keep,

In profound shadows, their hearts do leap.

Trees stand witness, houses, silent domain,

Love's song whispered in yearning's refrain.

His passion, longing, a tale so true,

Witnessed by all, love's eternal hue.

Love blooms like spring's floral flight,

A fledgling's gift, a token so bright.

Before frost claims its chilling tower,

Their love's tale lingers, a cherished flower.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Christmas

 Christmas 

Amidst the hush of silent halls, the season is drawing near,

No laughter echoing, no flitting steps, no music clear 

Alone, the lights twinkle, a solitary sight,

A heart heavy with the absence of that joyous delight.

No children's laughter to fill the quiet air,

No warm embraces in this solitude, no care.

The tree stands adorned, yet the spirit feels bare,

With no family or support, the weight is hard to bear.

Each ornament hung tells a story, a memory shared,

Echoes of moments, in the stillness ensnared.

The ache of absence, an unrelenting pain 

No balm for the soul, in this solitary bane 

The season's jingle seems a distant faint melody,

As the terminal beats weigh on, a solemn harmony.

In this yearning for company, in the cold's embrace,

A heart longs for comfort, in this solitary space.

But amidst the desolation and the quiet's reign,

A glimmer of hope, a flickering flame remains.

For within the heart, a love steadfast and true,

Guiding, embracing, in the solitude's milieu.

Though the path seems desolate, the light dim,

The spirit's resilience finds solace within.

A yearning for togetherness, a longing profound,

Yet strength resides, in resilience found.

In the echo of memories and the unwavering love,

The spirit finds solace, ascending above.

A Christmas spent in Heavens, yet not entirely so,

For the love within, forever a sustaining glow.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Star and I

 A Star and I

Under celestial canvas, a Star and I,

Whisper secrets as she lights the sky.

In the night's embrace, we slowly dance 

Amid suns and galaxies, our shared expanse

Each twinkle above, a tale she shares,

Galactic magic in cosmic affairs.

Among far constellations, we find our rhythm 

A celestial conversation, transcending time.

She, ancient witness to the universe's tale,

Heard my pleas for love to prevail.

'Midst her cosmic dance, a longing glance,

For a partner's touch in a cosmic trance.

I speak of dreams, in the night's embrace,

Journeys taken in this boundless space.

Laughter echoing, wild and free,

Cherished moments by land and sea.

I share secrets, untold in lore,

Heartache that rattles to the very core.

She whispers hopes that paint the sky,

Stars dancing in realms up high.

She feels warmth in my embrace's sway,

Love transcending night and day.

As I soar, in my craft's span,

To brush her cheek, in her laughing span.

In this celestial escape's serene sphere,

I bared my dreams, loss, and fear.

Amid stars' timeless reign,

My unique story, joy, and pain.

I bid her goodnight, as go to sleep

As I fall from Heaven, to the peaceful deep.

Maxwell O'Reilly

Bald and Golden Eagles

 Bald and Golden Eagles 

Across the realms where winds do play,

Two Eagles soared, both night and day.

Bald and golden, in skies they soared,

In synchronized flight, their spirits poured.

The bald eagle, proud in snowy white,

With eyes that gleamed in morning light.

The golden eagle, feathers ablaze,

Regal beauty in sun's warming blaze.

Their paths converged in realms above,

Hearts entwined in a flight of love.

Amidst clouds' dance, a wondrous weave,

A bond untold, none could perceive.

Beneath the heavens, guardian stance,

Together they flew, a majestic dance 

Their wings entwined in graceful glide,

Protecting the realm where they reside.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

Their valor soared, painting the sky.

Symbol of America in the Sun’s display 

Feathers swaying in the winds at play 

Bestowed a gift to warriors of land 

Freedom in skies, they truly found 

A bond that soared beyond all fear,

Eagles' and warriors forever near.

In vast expanse, where dreams take flight,

Their story glows in golden light.

Bald and golden, forever free,

Their valor an emblem for all to see.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Magical Journey

 Magical Journey 

In the wake of Ireland's famine and fall,

Prince Maxwell, answered destiny's call.

From ashes of a city once so grand,

He bore the weight of fate's demanding hand.

A leader born, with burden deep,

Through stormy seas, he'd steadfastly keep.

With clan in tow, through perils dire,

His heart ablaze with Irish fire.

In lands unknown, they roamed and strayed,

Guided by stars, where destinies played.

Maxwell stalwart, amidst the throng,

Carried Ireland's hope, in an epic song.

Through trials fierce, and battles dire,

His spirit fueled by a burning fire.

In Syria’s realm, a Queen he found,

A love that echoed with resound.

In the heart of a city, where magic enfold,

Maxwell's heart, by her beauty, was controlled.

Their love, a tale amid war's array,

In whispered moments, their hearts held sway.

Her city was at war with a tyrant king 

His army of terror, death did bring 

His clan and hers fought together 

And broke the King bondage tether 

Though their love has been grand

Their kin saw differences, did not understand 

Each with a responsibility could not be shun 

Moved to live under a different sun 

Fat’s harsh decree could not be swayed,

Duty called; his path was laid.

He sailed again, with a heavy heart,

Torn apart, love and destiny's chart.

Guided by gods, his quest ne'er ceased,

To find a realm where his people's feast.

American shores, where destiny lied,

The land where Irish dreams abide.

Through prophecies dark and struggles grand,

Prince Maxwell forged an enduring stand.

A refugee no more, but a leader true,

In the tapestry of America, his legacy grew.

Maxwell, refugee from Irish domain,

In tales and legends, his courage reigns.

A hero's journey, a nation's birth,

In the annals of time, his valor's worth.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Bucket list

 Bucket list 

With every heartbeat, my time draws near 

Time to fulfill my dreams, conquer my fears 

A list not of tasks, but comforting lore 

I want to fulfill, I yearn to explore 

My days of flight are long gone 

My wings clipped before the blazing Sun 

I soared high; experienced the Fall

Like Icarus, my wings faltered not my soul 

I long for flight, to run with the wind 

Pour my heart in the verses I penned 

To see the northern lights before I die

To dance with the Eagles in the sky 

A thousand verses, tales in heartfelt rhyme,

Each poem a story, capturing time.

Glide amidst the clouds, where dreams take flight,

A glider embracing the boundless height.

Cross all states, where American stories unfold,

In landscapes vast, with histories untold.

Witness Eagles soar, their majestic cry,

A symbol of freedom beneath the sky.

Run with the wolves, in nature's wild dance,

Echoes of freedom, a spirited chance.

Provide a haven, secure and warm,

For children dear, sheltered from the storm.

In these desires, life's quest beats strong

Each aspiration, an eternal song 

May these aspirations, bright and pure,

Resound through time, forever endure.

Maxwell O’Reilly