Long Zara Poems

from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
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I'm not sure Shem
the Lord said he was sad,
he told me that a long time ago
the angels had done something terrible
that they had compromised their divine command
for carnal caprice, that their offspring had become offensive,...

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According to Matthew's recording of the Gospel story, Jesus' genealogy consists of a total of 47 names.*  Four of them are women.  Of the 47 names, I am familiar with 23 of them....

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We made our choices.
I sunk into a sunset,
even though it upset,
my soul, from the surface,
to its depths.

…and you chose first.

Privileged are those,
whose conscience can hold the gun.
You had all the time in the world,
an olive...

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alone at last with no masks no faces spying on me

alone with my past my merry mirror 

all the corners my once quick hands, have turned to spiders 

cautiously they advance cross the lined face,

reacting...

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The quiet dying swan song
Arose out of the dismal swamp

Through the fog shrouded woodlands of Zara
Over the sweltering desserts of black tar
Heading rapidly nowhere at all

The quite sweat song of her mellifluous voice
Echoing through the...

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Something a politics professor once said
has been crashing round and round my head.
He said: "Zara. You could convince white
that it was black and black that it was white instead.

It's also been said that I struggle...

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