Mark Dillon

Rookie - 211 Points (22/12/60 / Ireland)

Mark Dillon Poems

1. Free My Mind 6/26/2012
2. Lost Liberty 7/7/2012
3. The Local On Friday Nights 1/9/2016
4. Someone I Met Along The Way. 2/21/2016
5. No Tomorrow 6/19/2012
6. Ode To The Curragh Of Kildare 4/8/2014
7. Looking For A Glimmer Of Hope 3/30/2014
8. Mind Games 10/5/2013
9. The Sea Of Tranquillity 6/26/2012
10. The Drunken Fare 7/10/2012
11. Three Tall Ships(2nd Edit) 7/11/2012
12. On Days Like This 7/18/2012
13. Beauty In Abundance 6/27/2012
14. Autumn In The Park 6/30/2012
15. Three Tall Ships 7/1/2012
16. The Idea 7/17/2014
17. True Friends 9/21/2013
18. On Sillot Hill 7/4/2012
19. Halfway To Where? 2/1/2013
20. A Gift From God 6/25/2012
21. When Darkness Calls 6/26/2012
22. Sunday Funday 4/6/2014
23. Jack & Tim 9/4/2012
24. Natures Bounty 10/15/2013
25. On Tour 10/25/2012
26. Mam & Dad 7/20/2012
27. My Bud And Me 7/22/2012
28. War 9/21/2013
29. A Kiss Remembered 6/1/2013
30. Times 8/4/2012
31. Mirror, Mirror 8/29/2012
32. A Silent Wish 12/16/2012
33. A Best Friend Is... 6/18/2012
34. The Love Mine 9/21/2012
35. The Owl And The Fieldmouse 10/24/2012
36. Please, Just Listen To Me. 8/11/2013
37. Would It Really Matter 7/3/2012
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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