Bayonet scrape marks –
Traces of young bored sentries ~
Local Girls distract.
Their Queen, many years later –
Speaking Irish, amongst friends.
Dublin Castle
Tag: Poetry
Commuting by car –
Rediscover old CDs ~
Missed singing out loud.
#364/365
Red Amaryllis –
Just about to bloom, also ~
Ready for New Year.
#357/365
Old smartphone dying –
You have served me well dear friend ~
Saving late night thoughts.
#355/365
Write something each day –
No matter how trite, inane ~
Reasons to go on.
#291/365
On the Arts Block ramp –
‘Stout Cortez at the watch! or ~
Maybe slim Cortez…’
For Brendan Kennelly, RIP.
#243/365
Making decisions –
Not always that straightforward ~
The road not taken.
#183/365
Waded half way through –
A poem a day so far ~
Might just go o’er.
#143/365
A battered garden –
Such unseasonal rainfall ~
Ferns are loving it.
#118/365
The Boy’s school poem –
Funny, topical, rhyming ~
Very proud Dada.
‘We have missed sports, buddies, football and more.
COVID has definitely been quite a chore.
But when we’re older we will be able to tell so many stories.
We have played so many games such as scattergories
We have turned into cavemen with a mountain of hair on our head,
Attending zoom calls eating pot noodles in our bed.
We eat our food as we wish,
My bedroom is filled dish after dish.
Covid is like being hit by a brick wall,
But at least we have football volleyball.
COVID will be over soon
But in the meantime do something productive you lanky spoon.’
(Odin Cleary, Sixth Class)
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