Greg Costello

Rookie - 175 Points (05/04/1970 / Dublin, Rep. of Ireland)

Greg Costello Poems

1. Catching Up 12/20/2011
2. Golfing In Ireland 12/22/2011
3. Seaside Scene 12/22/2011
4. Homesick Sonnet 12/26/2011
5. Couldn'T Write Without Either 1/6/2012
6. Moving On 1/22/2012
7. Writing 1/25/2012
8. Changing Colour 1/25/2012
9. When Winter Comes Calling 1/25/2012
10. Winter Wonders Why 1/26/2012
11. The Sugar Lump 2/15/2012
12. Cloudy Judgement 2/20/2012
13. Lost And Found 2/29/2012
14. Tennis Elbow 3/14/2012
15. Coming Down 4/21/2012
16. Not 'Letterally' True 5/17/2012
17. Our Old 'sanyo' 2/4/2012
18. Moving Farther On 2/8/2012
19. A Lunar Musing 12/5/2012
20. Time 1/7/2013
21. Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind 4/15/2013
22. The Footballer I Stood Behind 10/21/2013
23. Tuned To A Different 'station' 11/11/2013
24. A Happy New Year? 2/2/2014
25. Beggars Can Be Choosers! 5/5/2015
26. Things You Won'T Find Or See! 5/6/2015
27. Knowing Your Place 6/17/2015
28. Downsizing 6/22/2015
29. Autumn Cinquain? 10/9/2015
30. Jack Sprat 1/12/2016
31. Graveside Reflections 10/10/2012
32. Give Or Take 7/30/2012
33. An Oasis 2/22/2012
34. Left Open-Mouthed 2/22/2012
35. The Leaving 12/26/2011
36. Don'T Get Your O' Logists Mixed Up 12/22/2011
37. The Hacker 12/20/2011
38. The 'Ession' Session 12/26/2011
39. Migraine 8/25/2012
40. A Painful Extraction 10/24/2014
Best Poem of Greg Costello

Let Children Be

With eyes of lapis lazuli,
And laughter soaked with unbound joy,
And spirit bold and thoughts carefree,
My role is just to let her be.
To play and act and float and flounce,
But nurture her with every ounce, .
Without control but steadfastly,
Avow anew to let her be.
So that one day she may decree,
She lived with childhood liberty,
To roar aloud 'hey look at me'
My parents chose to let me be.

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Seaside Scene

The selfish sun beckons bodies beach-side.

Parties of people decamp, floating towels onto their chosen patch.

Toddlers transfixed by the sea, trip over togs in anticipation.

Swimmers squeal as they tiptoe their way to the required depth, others bound with looping legs in an attempt to ignore the tide's temperature.

Waves crash and bang, as bare-chested builders carefully decide where sandcastles won't subside.

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