Best Brendan Poems

       CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB


The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town,...

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trickle down economy
pissing away 
the poor
pissing off
the middle class
as less and less
our paychecks
pay the bills
ironic how 
when I was
still in diapers
the rich got taxed
 a...

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what is that ... there ... in the darkness?

what is that hollow creature, cold and callous
that shrouds its image in the deep, remorseless black?
careless, the...

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Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief
wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief
diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief
yours me, he doth care and breathes...

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Is it poetry or prose 
Who really knows 
Must it be in a shelf 
To rename itself.

This is a conundrum which has appeared here, in...

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We Are Who We Are

We are the HFB
All my crazy and loving friends and me,
Everyday I try to relax and chill
And share my day and...

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The highway was pitch black ahead 
and I had been driving for hours,
I was tired and my gas was low.
Then, in the distance I saw...

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Delirium Dust


In the corner of my room you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume peripheral visions of malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb...

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Mum and Dad wake early on a hot summer morning.
"We should take the kids to the beach", "Gee you could have given me some warning".
"You...

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“Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story...”


GRAVE MISTREATMENT

Yeah, Doc, it really was a long time ago
But the emotional scars are still there,...

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Transition

It was a smooth transition
So imperceptible that I hardly noticed.
The passage from life to death was so sudden.
It happened as I was driving
Making a right...

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Another Brick in the Wall

I went to St Peters School in Cambridge
The first time I ever heard Pink Floyd
Was at my friends house during lunch...

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Oh, the folly of words, false!
     Lies, rumors, hate, jealousy ...
          Anyone...

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The boys have formed a Rock Group
Whilst Liam plays guitar
He hopes he'll reach the doors of fame
And so, become a super star

Brendan, he does play...

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Two vagabonds
With a dozen of dogs
Around the half eaten bread

A boy and a girl 
With the school bag and pink smile
The beggar boy and the...

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