Greg Costello Poems

With eyes of lapis lazuli,
And laughter soaked with unbound joy,
And spirit bold and thoughts carefree,
My role is just to let her be.
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A sniper by the hot tap lay,
Turned upside-down in battle grey,
Soaking in a pool of water,
Deserted by my impish daughter.
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A silver, slimline, sparkling nymph,
Stole into view, looked heaven sent,
Her modest, unassuming smile,
But served to sharpen my intent.
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This laboured Labrador went waddling by,
His awkward gait the legacy of time,
The tragic loss of youth's vitality,
What once were walks, now mountains he must climb.
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This poem suggests that youngest Fionn McCool,
Found tough the challenges of early school,
And pointless he attend some fledgeling college,
Prior to gaining all one fishes knowledge.
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When eating began for young Tom as a laddie,
His dinner unfailingly, came from the 'paddy'.
Japonicas, Indicas, he'd gulp down with glee,
Aromatics and Glutinous, munched avidly.
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Whilst waiting for a cranial MRI,
The person to my right, began to pry.
'Are they searching for some fatal tumour? '
'Just a brain, ' replied my driest humour.
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