Clocked
...hands steady, painting days wanning now wearing shades
of hours
clocks run blind tocs, with tics wildly lying
months lurk like monks or thugs,
deeply hooded
in a guise of weeks muttering ridicul...
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Categories:
swallowers, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Thirty-Two
...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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Categories:
swallowers, ireland, nonsense,
Form: Verse
Tested
...Sometimes people tend to search for happiness on all the wrong places, when their back is against the wall that when you see all the terrible faces, where friendships are tasteless, love is waste les...
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Categories:
swallowers, change, feelings, how i
Form: Rhyme
The Ringmaster
...Before the crowds entered in,
Before the lights would uncover the stage
The Ringmaster would stand and gaze.
Such a wonderful sight as they would bring in the clowns
Their colourful bicycle...
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Categories:
swallowers, nostalgia
Form: Rhyme
Carnivàl
...I got
CRAZY words!
Y’all should see ‘em –
They’s a
N’Awleens jumpin’ jazz
festival
wit’ stilt-walkin’, trash-talkin’
jugglers
‘n’ flami...
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Categories:
swallowers, imagination, life, music, on
Form: Blank verse