Short Brendan Poems

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 the drums
He loves to feel that beat
"I did not know they played so well'
With amazement, spoke our Pete

But Vera wasn't too impressed
She said "that's far too heavy"
I do wish that they would play
Some sweet stuff just for me...

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The last time I heard your voice
Was when you were on the S.S. Charlotte
You said I was ornery
For breaking your computer
I haven't heard from you since
No letters, e-mails, or phone calls
I'm worried sick
But I shouldn't be
Because you're worried about me
And my well-being
That's why you left for the Navy
To protect all of US 
Literally the United States
And I am grateful
Godspeed to you, cousin
We're with you all the way...

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HISTORY   IS   BUNK


Columbus discovering America?  Yeah, right !
Only after a  small  army of Vikings from overseas 
Traded and raided on the coasts for centuries; 
And Brendan had navigated from Ireland  to the Bronx;
Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese  junks 
Found in the sandy bottom of San Diego harbor;
And the Mongoloid  footsloggers who tiptoed south to Ann Arbor
Across the floes of the Bering Strait ten millennia before....

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HISTORY   IS   UNTRUE


Columbus discovering America?  Yeah? Who  says?
Only after a  small  army of Vikings  from overseas
Traded and raided on  the coasts for centuries; 
And Brendan had navigated from Ireland  to the Bronx;
Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese  junks 
Found in the sandy bottom of San Diego harbor;
And the Mongoloid  footsloggers who tiptoed south to Ann Arbor
Across the floes of the Bering Strait  a millennium before....

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Your eyes are knives.

Your way of skinning rabbits,
Is quicker than mine.

Piercing daggers,
Across photonic records.
The visions take their toll.
Echoed sudo chambers across a viking floor of snow.

The wrong side of walls,
Surrounded by enemies.
The blue of my eye smaller each year.

Until I climb with teeth and heel:
Unafraid with you along the long way up.
We'll see our lives from up down here.

Trembling like a leaf,
A proper lover....

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