Mark Dillon

Rookie - 205 Points (22/12/60 / Ireland)

Mark Dillon Poems

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

As I walk here on the beach,
all trials and woes out of reach.
I look out at the deep blue sea
in a bid to rediscover me.

Its gentle calmness soothes my mind,
its gentle waves, the blowing wind.
So far away now my thoughts they fade,
as through cool waters I slowly wade.

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