Greg Costello Poems

The hacker sets out in deep concentration,
But golf shots soon turn to excavation.
Staring glumly at cavernous divots,
No textbook technique, but reverse pivots-
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He changed from boy to man in double time,
And crammed his whole clan's dreams inside his boots,
The time had come for him to walk the line,
And turn his youthful back upon his roots.
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My name is Dermat O'Logist,
An Irishman expert on skin.
My Dad goes by Herb O'Logist,
No slouch at Chinese medicine-
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A black trickle of mourners were sucked
Towards the clayless plug-hole;
A ninety-one year old life about to be consumed.
I prayed that her spirit was soaring
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Do you reckon yourself to be either,
A giver or taker by breed,
It's a falsehood to say that you're neither,
Should people be defined by deed.
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I basked in the ordinariness of the day,
Where it demanded nothing of me, nor I of it,
An afternoon unfolding in it's own shapeless way,
A temporary truce, that did my mood befit.
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Sipping my cup of camomile,
My peaceful face, breaks into smile,
Reflecting on the longest mile,
The hands reset upon the dial,
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