Mark Dillon

Rookie - 33 Points (22/12/60 / Ireland)

Mark Dillon Poems

1. Would It Really Matter 7/3/2012
2. Please, Just Listen To Me. 8/11/2013
3. A Best Friend Is... 6/18/2012
4. The Owl And The Fieldmouse 10/24/2012
5. A Silent Wish 12/16/2012
6. The Love Mine 9/21/2012
7. Times 8/4/2012
8. Mirror, Mirror 8/29/2012
9. A Kiss Remembered 6/1/2013
10. War 9/21/2013
11. On Tour 10/25/2012
12. Mam & Dad 7/20/2012
13. My Bud And Me 7/22/2012
14. Natures Bounty 10/15/2013
15. Jack & Tim 9/4/2012
16. A Gift From God 6/25/2012
17. Beauty In Abundance 6/27/2012
18. On Sillot Hill 7/4/2012
19. On Days Like This 7/18/2012
20. Halfway To Where? 2/1/2013
21. True Friends 9/21/2013
22. Autumn In The Park 6/30/2012
23. When Darkness Calls 6/26/2012
24. No Tomorrow 6/19/2012
25. Three Tall Ships(2nd Edit) 7/11/2012
26. Looking For A Glimmer Of Hope 3/30/2014
27. Mind Games 10/5/2013
28. The Idea 7/17/2014
29. Sunday Funday 4/6/2014
30. Ode To The Curragh Of Kildare 4/8/2014
31. The Drunken Fare 7/10/2012
32. Free My Mind 6/26/2012
33. The Sea Of Tranquillity 6/26/2012
34. Three Tall Ships 7/1/2012
35. Lost Liberty 7/7/2012
Best Poem of Mark Dillon

Would It Really Matter

Would it really matter if we didn't get up today.
Didn't go to work and just stayed home to play.
If we just stood idly by and left the work undone
Cast away the chores and just went and had some fun.

Whoever set the precedence of working through the day
To come home jaded tired, exhausted from the fray.
Must have had a sad existence tied to the work ideal
just like running endless circles on the hamsters wheel.

All work and no play, the bills, they cripple and sometimes slay.
Those who don't take time to stop and say
'What about me, this is ...

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A Best Friend Is...

I'm Standing on the ground,
But my head's in the clouds,
trying to pick out a familiar face in the crowds.
Someone to identify with, 'cause I'm here on my own.
I hate this feeling of being lost and alone.

Oh where did my friends go.
We all grew up so fast'
The connections we make in childhood.

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