Mark Dillon

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

Mark Dillon Poems

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

Screech of tyres, Crunch of metal.
The human debris can really unsettle.
Another few gone and forever lost.
The grieving ones left to count the cost.

And as relatives gather and share in their grief.
And time it will heal and give some relief.
But the dying goes on, it's a bad human flaw;
dreams shattered, emotions raw.

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