NW poet currently living in Salem, Oregon. A member of Oregon's Chapter of Society of Poets, Willamette Writers and Third Thursday Poets; Ariel is a frequent partiipant at Willamette Valley Open Mics and Spoken Word events.
Taking it's name from Ariel's Irish ancesters, this explores a looking back from modern Irish emigrants. Or perhaps it is Ireland itself looking back and missing them? Whichever it is, It is meant to be read with an Irish lilt.
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Perhaps we lack our purpose
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When feelings boil over
and you get bit by Rover,
When you get mixed up in your roles,
and in your pants you find four holes
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What a pretty ball you have …
Excuse me, that’s your eye.
Isn’t the grass so nice and soft?
Did you know that I can fly?
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Today we talked
About life, school, Priorities,
The future and
Responsibility. Responsibilities
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