Mark Dillon

Rookie - 214 Points (22/12/60 / Ireland)

Mark Dillon Poems

1. Free My Mind 6/26/2012
2. Lost Liberty 7/7/2012
3. The Local On Friday Nights 1/9/2016
4. Someone I Met Along The Way. 2/21/2016
5. A Parent And A Friend 1/1/2017
6. No Tomorrow 6/19/2012
7. Ode To The Curragh Of Kildare 4/8/2014
8. Looking For A Glimmer Of Hope 3/30/2014
9. Mind Games 10/5/2013
10. The Sea Of Tranquillity 6/26/2012
11. The Drunken Fare 7/10/2012
12. Three Tall Ships(2nd Edit) 7/11/2012
13. On Days Like This 7/18/2012
14. Beauty In Abundance 6/27/2012
15. Autumn In The Park 6/30/2012
16. Three Tall Ships 7/1/2012
17. The Idea 7/17/2014
18. True Friends 9/21/2013
19. On Sillot Hill 7/4/2012
20. Halfway To Where? 2/1/2013
21. A Gift From God 6/25/2012
22. When Darkness Calls 6/26/2012
23. Sunday Funday 4/6/2014
24. Jack & Tim 9/4/2012
25. Natures Bounty 10/15/2013
26. On Tour 10/25/2012
27. Mam & Dad 7/20/2012
28. My Bud And Me 7/22/2012
29. War 9/21/2013
30. A Kiss Remembered 6/1/2013
31. Times 8/4/2012
32. Mirror, Mirror 8/29/2012
33. A Silent Wish 12/16/2012
34. A Best Friend Is... 6/18/2012
35. The Love Mine 9/21/2012
36. The Owl And The Fieldmouse 10/24/2012
37. Please, Just Listen To Me. 8/11/2013
38. Would It Really Matter 7/3/2012
Best Poem of Mark Dillon

Would It Really Matter

Would it really matter if we didn't get up today.
Didn't go to work and just stayed home to play.
If we just stood idly by and left the work undone
Cast away the chores and just went and had some fun.

Whoever set the precedence of working through the day
To come home jaded tired, exhausted from the fray.
Must have had a sad existence tied to the work ideal
just like running endless circles on the hamsters wheel.

All work and no play, the bills, they cripple and sometimes slay.
Those who don't take time to stop and say
'What about me, this is ...

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No Tomorrow

Screech of tyres, Crunch of metal.
The human debris can really unsettle.
Another few gone and forever lost.
The grieving ones left to count the cost.

And as relatives gather and share in their grief.
And time it will heal and give some relief.
But the dying goes on, it's a bad human flaw;
dreams shattered, emotions raw.

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