Ian Hammond Poems

I resist the urge to shiver, as these cold drops of rain fall,
Soaking me through on this damp November day,
As across the lane I hear the last ship leave the port.
The sight of those men in garb of war sailing slow from shore,
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Like the sweet waters of our rivers so free,
May the lives of Erin`s people run their natural course.
By the grace of God may the Armalite neèr more
In Ireland`s emerald vales be heard to blare.
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This bottle is salvation, praise the lord,
Hallelujah and my best regards to the Angels,
Tonight I drown in all my thoughts,
Veritably worshipping the bottle, as it drowns my fear.
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The light glimmers as the sun peaks through the curtains;
Turns your eyes to diamonds, your smile to pearls. Shines,
Like the hand of God reaching through my window showing me
The beauty in your soul coming out through your body.
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The old wicker chairs still sit next to the hearth.
Broken, dirty, discarded in almost,
But not quite, the same old way.
This time with a little more anguish,
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