Martin O'Neill Poems

An extraordinary time you have waited
Quiet, in no kind of rush
You must be pleased now that it's over
Your time in the African bush
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Uncork the bottle and pour me a drink
A long one
A strong one
I don't want to think
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The wind circles round, laughing
As she dances with it
Trailing sparkles and spangles
And giggles in the air.
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Three hundred and twenty years in the making.
Lovers have met
Battles been fought, won and lost
And the afternoon heat
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Slowly, softly, silently stalking
Stepping, slinking, squeezingpastthe
Shining, shimmering, scintillating
Bars of gold that threaten to
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November rains wash the dreams down the drain
And a rainbow lies bleeding in the street
Where it gets splashed by car tyres to the edge
And on to red shoes on a young girl's feet.
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A shopping shark shimmers
In the city centre seize
Picking off the bargains
With a practised, fluid ease
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I sit here
Sifting my basket of Junes
Birthdays and Sundays
And picnics
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She's an outbreak of gloom in the corner
An affront occluded by pain
She could moan all four legs off a donkey
And persuade it to walk off again
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I ponder the axle of my truck
Invisible to the naked eye
In depths of mud and water stuck
And wait for the recovery truck
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