Shadow of a Rose by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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On Old McKenzie’s trellis near the outskirts of town

Held a prize flourishing, not quite showing its crown

A cloudburst of rain at just the right hour

In a moonlit night gave away with the power


From twilight until dawn, the rose slowly glowed

Jubilation upon morning when it’s beauty showed

Mr. McKenzie was up early and spotted its glory

This begins the passage of the special rose’s story:


No florist would lay a hand on the rose

No market would even get a sniff with their nose

The bountiful rose had a healing quality

Old McKenzie said it was one for humanity


The rose made a journey to the hospital ward

Everyone that passed remarked on the rose each adored

A man had no family, no friends, and thought he would die,

But as he saw the rose from Old McKenzie he let out a sigh.


“This rose is called charity, and it’s my gift to you,”

McKenzie told him, “a perfect rose, so far and few”

The man thanked him but said it would be a waste

For the rose to die there in that dreadful place


Old McKenzie said goodbye and left it at that

So there next to the man the rose of charity sat

The hospital staff came and went admiring the rose,

While there in the shadows was “the man no one knows”


The healing comfort, the feeling of love’s beauty,

Started curing the man, as was the rose’s duty

He left the ward smiling, taking with him the flower

Leaving completely healed, he felt love’s special power


The time in the ward gave him thoughts of a master plan:

To build back our fortress, our nation, this was our man

The soldiers came home safely with their abilities

Old McKenzie said the rose was one for humanity


By:  Nuala Molloy Moran c 01/01/2008

(I worked for hospitals for 17 years and I am still in healthcare)

Photo:  Google Free Images Giant Rose – Rosa Blu



Pieces of Heaven by: Nuala Molloy Moran


Pieces of Heaven


A vision led me by a dream to an ordinary door

Then twisting and turning I found myself down a corridor

Where a hidden sanctuary revealed a glorious party room

Nestled underneath a radiant and bountiful sandy dune

I looked further and saw clear water bubbling away

No colors were present anywhere in this luminous display

The trees and all were painted an amazing shade of white

This ultimate resting place appeared to be formed of light

Nearby existed an island where the water calmly flowed

Coming over with tiny splashes were boxes and boxes with bows

I asked a question aloud and was answered silently with my mind

Enveloped by a loving presence; guiding, serene, and kind

This love overflowed and poured continuously into my heart

A joyous fountain bringing everlasting contentment from the start

The boxes still drifted in number, glistening as they float

I was laughing at the sight, then wondered, would I see a card or note?

Then I saw the meaning, the boxes were mementos from those who said goodbye

I was celebrating in this nebulous place while those on earth would cry

If they just could see my majestic castle their tears would surely stop

I opened up the lid and saw the box’s treasure–A loved one’s tiny teardrop

And there I was in heaven opening gifts of pure love

In my dowry in the sky, a blessing from God above


by:  Nuala Molloy Moran  c 12/05/2007

(This was a dream I had.  It is dedicated to everyone who has lost a loved one.)

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Love Will Live On – by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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Love Will Live On


Glimpses of love in sight

Hopeful promises in the night

Where eyes meet souls touch

Miracles happen, fairytales and such


All over the world some only look away

They start to love, then give up, call it a day

Romance is lacking color, faded hues

No love songs being written, only blues


Don’t let me sing the last love song

Or say loving lyrics are dead and gone

When the heart finds the right words

I know the music of love can still be heard


No sign in the world, sea or sky

Can demand love to fall away or die

We can look around; find the love is still there

Outshining the tragedy and cold despair


Love will never fade away

No matter what some people say

Love will live among our darkest days

And through the pain I imagine…


…Glimpses of love in sight

Hopeful promises in the night

Where eyes meet souls touch

Miracles happen, fairytales and such


Don’t let me sing the last love song

Or say loving lyrics are dead and gone

When the heart finds the right words

I know the music of love can still be heard…


…Don’t let me sing the last love song


By:  Nuala Molloy Moran c 05/13/2008 (revised c 05/2009)

photo c Nuala Molloy Moran


This was a runner up for “Song of the Year Contest” 2009.

Later I turned this into a song with Newell Bate- Penny Danger

-Number #9:



Ancient History by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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She unveiled the conquests who had failed her heart.

They were comparable to the ancient ruins that fell apart.

The prominent greats came and went victoriously.

Each sought to conquer the walls of her dynasty.

Those ancient walls they tried to scale.

Their inability to love caused them all to fail.

Like empty, crumbling tombs,

each was laid among the ruins.

Kingdoms, empires and imperials fell away.

Her longing for love was left to die in the decay.

Then hope cast a foggy shadow upon her unscathed wall,

revealing the reason the others were meant to rise and fall.

by:   Nuala Molloy Moran  c 01/22/2008

photo: Nuala Molloy Moran c

(Later I turned my poem into lyrics for “Rise and Fall.”  Please see Penny Danger – myself and Newell Bate at: