Aine Carroll Poems

Is it really so darn rude,
When you garden in the nude.

Does it drive the people crazy?
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I am from Boar and Lion
From Sword and Shield
From Crest and Clan
From Woman and Man
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My Aunt Myrtle had a turtle
With whom she liked to play.
But the problem with poor turtle
was that he was made of clay.
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You remind me of winter nights
Cold snow crunching under foot.
My breath fogging in the air.
The cold crisp smell of pine.
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Bees be a buzzin a buzzin be the bee
but the only problem is there not buzzin in the fields.

Greed is the seed, the seed of which is greed
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Come back to me
I worry when your gone.
It is not that your not wise
or know not who you are.
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We met, once.
We danced, once.
We spoke, once.
We laughed, once.
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You saying my name.
The smell of rain.
A fresh breeze.
The sand in my toes.
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That smell, salt in the air.
That warm fresh breeze
that plays with my hair.
I turn and lift my face to greet the sea.
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Within me I hold an ember.
I want you to understand
how strong an ember can be.
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