Oilcloth Poems - Poems about Oilcloth

...In the heart of Cork City, Where the Lee runs swift and wide, Fought a man named Seán Ó Misteil, With a fire he couldn’t hide. He lead the First Cork Brigade, Not for glory, nor for fame — But ......

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...Summer Holidays In Grannies I remember the hives of summer down in grannies place and June's illusions bouncing on the lane Unformed people floating on hot black air There at the bottom of the......

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...As if suddenly mountains are unwinding sideways - Solution, supply-well - all reasons you put aside And appeared to be greater than truth and resided - Necessary as if you're mine forever, always......

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...Walking up a sandy draw- Out in the desert land... An oddity is what I saw, Have buried in the sand. “Saddlebags!” is what I thought, “Dried up, and nearly gone.” I wondered how they came to ......

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