Ronel O'Reilly Poems

63 Cats in a hat
going through their own
magical experiences.
Every night the same
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I remember
our endless
conversations.
How we would be civil to
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This is not what
I have imagined my life to be
A 3X3 meter fortress
thick walls
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In her poem 'Stripping life of it's sweetness'
my friend, Margaret Alice Second writes,
' I keep searching for deeper meanings'
as she refuses
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Grandma left me her glass corner
display cabinet - I used to spend
hours in front of it when I was
small, memorising all the little
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If given a choice
would one choose to merely exist?
Endless days floating into each other
a comfortable state of Non-Being.
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We can structure our mornings and days
plan each minute and hour
at the end, the universe, the energy
around us decides what it will dish out
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My heart aches for you, my dear
friend, your tremendous courage,
persistence and fighting spirit are
admirable and left me speechless
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Let’s have ourselves a pity party
throw in some gigantic
slices of chocolate cake
and multiple glasses of wine
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What would bring one
to the conviction there
must be more to life than
just existing - or, for that
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