Fergal Dunne

Rookie (Ireland)

Fergal Dunne Poems

1. Rain 1/6/2012
2. Magic 1/6/2012
3. Beetle Genocide 1/6/2012
4. Cast A Forward Shadow 1/6/2012
5. The Secret 1/6/2012
6. Tearful Juliet 1/6/2012
7. I, Me, Me And Mine 1/6/2012
8. Just Another Day 1/6/2012
9. The Final Hit 1/6/2012
10. Myself 1/6/2012
11. Am I Having Fun Yet 1/6/2012
12. Broken 1/6/2012
13. The Dice 1/6/2012
14. Butterflies 1/6/2012
15. You Are 1/6/2012
16. Love 1/6/2012
17. Rush Not To Me Girl 1/6/2012
18. Three Words 1/6/2012
19. “in The Childs Eyes” 1/6/2012
20. Dark Eyes Of The Cape 1/6/2012
21. Devils Sin 1/6/2012
22. Its Too Late 1/6/2012
23. Who Is The Fairest Of Them All 1/6/2012
24. “for You” 1/6/2012
25. War Trilogy 1/6/2012
26. When Angels Came 1/6/2012
27. Truth And Illusion (A Lesson For The Soul) 1/6/2012
28. The Meeting 1/6/2012
29. My Life 1/6/2012
30. That Piece Is Your Heart 1/6/2012
31. Friendly Fire 1/6/2012
32. Skipping School 1/6/2012
33. One 1/6/2012
34. Love Is The Enemy 1/6/2012
35. When I Get There 1/6/2012
36. I Kissed Lorraine 1/6/2012
37. City View 1/6/2012

Comments about Fergal Dunne

  • Fergal Dunne (1/6/2012 6:03:00 PM)

    Thank you kindly I have now uploaded all my poems! !

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  • Rajendran Muthiah Rajendran Muthiah (1/6/2012 11:37:00 AM)

    A heartbreaking melodious song! Heartfelt lines move the heart of the reader. Fantastic!

Best Poem of Fergal Dunne

City View

Monday morning 10am
The sun doesn’t break through,
Depressed,
Carrying weights
That are in excess
Your minds a mess,
And your hair is too.
Coffee mug, ashtray, mobile phone
Empty wine bottle
Take-away you could not afford.
Yesterdays newspaper recounts more job losses
Your chances cut again by half.
Government percentages
Make you laugh.
Rented room with London view,
You never look at anyway.
Relationships that flip and fade
Made impossible by no pay.
Placebo and Nirvana your only friends
And their words make amends
For all that...

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Friendly Fire

Poppies fallen and crushed
Floated on still pools of muddy water.
Across a barren bloodscape,
The talent of a thousand
Wasted,
By the madness of a few.

A whistle called them to death.
The silent guns came to life

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