Greg Costello

Rookie - 410 Points (05/04/1970 / Dublin, Rep. of Ireland)

Greg Costello Poems

1. Catching Up 12/20/2011
2. Golfing In Ireland 12/22/2011
3. Seaside Scene 12/22/2011
4. Homesick Sonnet 12/26/2011
5. Couldn't Write Without Either 1/6/2012
6. Moving On 1/22/2012
7. Writing 1/25/2012
8. Changing Colour 1/25/2012
9. When Winter Comes Calling 1/25/2012
10. Winter Wonders Why 1/26/2012
11. The Sugar Lump 2/15/2012
12. Cloudy Judgement 2/20/2012
13. Lost And Found 2/29/2012
14. Tennis Elbow 3/14/2012
15. Coming Down 4/21/2012
16. Not 'Letterally' True 5/17/2012
17. Our Old 'sanyo' 2/4/2012
18. Moving Farther On 2/8/2012
19. A Lunar Musing 12/5/2012
20. Time 1/7/2013
21. Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind 4/15/2013
22. The Footballer I Stood Behind 10/21/2013
23. Tuned To A Different 'station' 11/11/2013
24. A Happy New Year? 2/2/2014
25. Beggars Can Be Choosers! 5/5/2015
26. Things You Won'T Find Or See! 5/6/2015
27. Knowing Your Place 6/17/2015
28. Downsizing 6/22/2015
29. Autumn Cinquain? 10/9/2015
30. Jack Sprat 1/12/2016
31. The Male 'pram Pusher' 7/30/2016
32. Big Phil 11/19/2016
33. The Reticent Cow 1/26/2017
34. Afterwards 2/1/2017
35. Overgrown 2/21/2017
36. If Only 3/30/2017
37. Labels, Labels 6/26/2017
38. What A Mother? 7/2/2017
39. Aftershock 6/14/2018
40. Graveside Reflections 10/10/2012

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The Night We Met

A silver, slimline, sparkling nymph,
Stole into view, looked heaven sent,
Her modest, unassuming smile,
But served to sharpen my intent.

Which was to see if I could charm,
The stand-out girl 'midst those around,
That there was not a suitor swarm,
Did nothing, if not me astound -

Moments before I'd watched her dance,
In rhythmic step to every beat,
And so as not to dent my chance,
Kept unemployed, both my left feet.

Then finally, the time it came
A meeting that would change my life,
The sparkling nymph, she felt the same,
My ...

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Aftershock

A motorcycle grumbled to a standstill
In front of our house.
The rider turned the key,
Rocked the heavy Honda
On to it's tiptoes, and dismounted.
He straightened, headlocked his helmet,
And started up our path.
I watched from a distance,
As our exotic visitor

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