Soda Bread and Beer for Breakfast at Noon (a poem)


“Soda Bread and Beer for Breakfast at Noon” -an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty, copyright 2016 on words and picture- All Right Reserved

Thanks to the Rumjacks for providing some background music in my headphones while writing this poem! (particularly the song below)

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No Water In Venice- A Poem Typecast

"No Water in Venice" by: Luke Austin Daugherty- Copyright 2005

“No Water in Venice” by: Luke Austin Daugherty- Copyright 2005

Since I just finally found this Olympia DeLuxe typewriter that was given to me by my father in 2007, I thought I’d use it to type up some of my older poems. The typewriter was accidentally buried in some of our storage totes two moves back. When I started writing poetry regularly in 2004, I wrote only in a lined journal. That was the case for several years. The most of my first several hundred poems have never been typed up or published anywhere.

This poem was inspired by the solar system syzygy in January, 2005 which left Venice gondolas stuck aground due to low tide levels.

What is the Definition of Love? Fill in the Blank – (A Poem)

love definition picture


I heard her ask, “What is the definition of love?”

The definition of love?

No such thing

Only definitions


As Ingersoll spoke of the ocean

And the Bible

Love is the same


When one stands on the edge of the sea

To gaze at its wonder

He receives the echo of his own self

His thoughts, moods, and experiences


When one opens the pages

Of the book called, “Holy”

He sees in that god

His own character reflected

And finds the Jesus who he is seeking

The one he himself is

For the kind

God is found gentle

For the viscous

They happily discover Jesus’ words in the Gospel of Luke,

“But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them,

bring hither, and slay them before me.”

And then smile, thinking within their mind,

“How ironic it is that Jesus was so much like me the whole time.”


This is the meaning of love

Rather the meanings

Only a fool believes there is just one


Of the meaning of love

Or of life


When you stand on the edge of the sea of love

You will find naught but yourself

Crashing back at you

Your own answer in the foaming waves


The love you find in life

Can have no fire

But that provided by your own spark



And if the definition you find

Does not suit you

Or if you find the answer to the question

“What is the definition of love?”


I suggest that you change the definition of your own self

So that the music made by the sound of crashing waves

When you stand at the edge of the sea

Loses its dissonant and unpleasant tone

So much so

That when the blue deep, in all its glorious fury, smiles at you

You can smile back

At the meaning of it all


What is the definition of love?

I have my own

What is yours?

Fill in the blank

Sweet Sixteen -A Poem for Angela on our Anniversary



Sweet Sixteen

Do you see the hope on our young faces

My love

As we embraced

A sweet sixteen years ago

Only days before we wed

Me in your arms

And you in mine

One of our perfect moments 

I remember it perfectly

The feel of your shirt’s fabric in my left hand

How your hair smelled

The way your breast felt against my chest

As you made my heart beat faster

We knew not all that would come

Between that day and this 

Not even the half of it

But we knew we would be living it together

I, who would be an instant father

Looked forward to calling your child my son

And of our four more children to come

Nothing was known of them then

Now to go even a day without their company seems a grave injustice

My dear wife

We have seen so many of love’s soldiers

Fall to the wayside

Injured or slain

During or journey

Yet, after 16 years

We abide

Stalwart and unified

Not only that

But expectant of what is to come

For better or worse

We are purposed

Still in love

And full of hope

As we celebrate our

Sweet Sixteen