Pól
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Début*A Poem by PólTake this lifein your handsskin soft, sunkissedshake it updust scatterlet it fall to the groundfresh and newnot born againbut rebornin a better lightp.. |
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The floaterA Poem by PólFloating down the foyle sinking in the strule bitsof Bob the camoan carry or fairywater float cloths torn and ragged youfeed the fish a foul f.. |
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IA Poem by PólInternal affairs, Intrinsic beliefsintertwine withInherent fearsinvokingInnate subliminal realityInterior motivesintuitively gaze.Inwordly fracturingi.. |
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Your so vainA Poem by PólIf you think this is about you... |
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The black and tansA Poem by PólA fresh blush of black and tan streams before my eyes, red and raw. Not a cuddly Yorkshire friend as we were told but cruel, cold , metallic, gr.. |
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A cocktail of sinA Poem by PólA translucent hushdescends,demanding silence.Clouds upon the water stallas droplets fallscorching earthburningeyesaugmenting the broth.With the longes.. |
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A deafening silenceA Poem by PólThe current press converage of a certain recently deceased tv personality led me to write this. I hope its a comfort. |
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Red Hands ready.A Poem by PólThe clash of the ashthe kick of a ball,oh my Godthe thrill of it all.Fervent coloursfrenzied fansbrought to their feetin delirious awe."Take your poin.. |
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TwistA Poem by PólYou twist you turn as a trout on the end of my line jumping and splashing the water thrashing as I drag you in.© Paul O' Neill 2012 |
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Dubious decisionsA Poem by PólYonder sod,soft to the footand greenunder the watchful eyeof amillion soulsdid God errin 95I think nota full eight yearsto right the wronglonger still.. |
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