Greg Costello

Rookie - 95 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! -new- 5/5/2015
26. Things You Won'T Find Or See! -new- 5/6/2015
27. Graveside Reflections 10/10/2012
28. Give Or Take 7/30/2012
29. An Oasis 2/22/2012
30. Left Open-Mouthed 2/22/2012
31. The Leaving 12/26/2011
32. Don'T Get Your O' Logists Mixed Up 12/22/2011
33. The Hacker 12/20/2011
34. The 'Ession' Session 12/26/2011
35. Migraine 8/25/2012
36. A Painful Extraction 10/24/2014
37. Puppy Love 3/25/2015
38. Role Reversal 5/26/2012
39. A Few 'Unny' Endings 1/30/2012
40. Fair Is Not Always Fair 1/30/2012
Best Poem of Greg Costello

The Night We Met

A silver, slimline, sparkling nymph,
Stole into view, looked heaven sent,
Her modest, unassuming smile,
But served to sharpen my intent.

Which was to see if I could charm,
The stand-out girl 'midst those around,
That there was not a suitor swarm,
Did nothing, if not me astound -

Moments before I'd watched her dance,
In rhythmic step to every beat,
And so as not to dent my chance,
Kept unemployed, both my left feet.

Then finally, the time it came
A meeting that would change my life,
The sparkling nymph, she felt the same,
My ...

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Golfing In Ireland

A Japanese lady once told me, that
On golfing in rain she wasn't 'much keen'
She then strode from the clubhouse quite boldly,
Into the heaviest downpour I'd seen.

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