The Poems I Never Wrote
...The poems I never wrote are
all here on my page on this site
I mean it
I plagiarised every one of them
from some wannabe poet
that got expelled back in pre school
I’ve an excellent memory ...
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Categories:
backhander, childhood, fun, ireland,
Form: Kwansaba
Hacking the Fact
...Secret eyes
hide behind a smile
the jokers grin
masking a deliberate betrayal
Misdirection and diversion
the covert sneak offender
working in the hush-hush
thinking the fooled
will never kn...
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Categories:
backhander, corruption,
Form: Free verse
How Will They Remember Us
...How will they remember us
Those born after the war.
What will they say about us.
Will they fully grasp the level of our sell out
Our denial of simple pleasures to our children,
Not letting t...
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Categories:
backhander, allusion, anger, anxiety, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
I Miss My Dad
...I miss my dad
At the days like these,
When nights and mornings are worse,
I real miss my dad!
He taught me to love,
Care and listen to others,
He gave me courage, of schooling, singing and drawing.
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Categories:
backhander, death, father, me, car,
Form: Free verse
Cheers Grandpa Thoughts of Wisdom
...Thoughts of wisdom.
Now grandpa was a guy
A man I held up high
Everything he told me
I knew it was no lie.
All those facts he told
While lying in his bed
Waiting for his God
To claim that...
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Categories:
backhander, familytime, green, time,
Form: Rhyme