Martin Swords

Rookie (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

Martin Swords Poems

1. Newenglanding 7/29/2007
2. Sarah's Saturday 2/5/2008
3. The Land Of Longing 8/23/2008
4. Verdun, Return 8/23/2008
5. It's Better With The Good Eye 8/23/2008
6. That Mary Duffy One 8/29/2008
7. A View At Rheinfall 8/30/2008
8. The Girl With The Sad In Her Eyes 8/31/2008
9. Sorry, Too Late 8/31/2008
10. Dorothy Horan's Good Advice 9/24/2008
11. Nora Prays For Peace Surely 9/29/2008
12. The Walking Man 10/3/2008
13. School Daze 10/21/2008
14. Mountain Stream Song 11/11/2008
15. Listening At Sally Gap 7/2/2009
16. Significant Children 9/24/2009
17. Wesht 9/27/2010
18. Ritual Remembered 10/13/2010
19. Steppe 7/16/2007
20. The Dark 11/13/2007
21. It Was A Good Day 6/23/2007
22. To Americans, English, And Others 4/4/2010
23. Lonliness 11/27/2008
24. Gold Ring 8/29/2008
25. Pangs 8/25/2008
26. New York Valentine 9/11 3/1/2008
27. The Shallowman 6/14/2007
28. Empatheia 11/6/2008
29. Some Times 11/6/2008
30. Tableau For Armistice Day 11/11/2008
31. Regret 11/27/2008
32. Broad Casting 3/12/2009
33. Half Past Midnight Grafton Street 3/12/2009
34. Far From Athy 5/22/2009
35. Two Soldiers Passing In One Thought 9/27/2010
36. Hermitage 11/11/2009
37. The Birches At Birkenau 6/14/2007
38. P.S. New York 6/14/2007
39. House Of Fun 11/27/2007
40. The Valley Of The Two Lakes 7/29/2007

Comments about Martin Swords

  • Martin Swords (5/30/2007 8:50:00 AM)

    Nostalgia ain't what it used to be


    Writing Poetry is like standing naked with your thoughts exposed

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  • Martin Swords (5/28/2007 1:47:00 PM)

    It's nice to find yourself. Anywhere.

Best Poem of Martin Swords

A Walk In The Woods With Robert Frost

Overcast but warm,
The day dry, unusually.
Walking the woods with the dogs
As many times before.
Lucy and Tig, away in the rough dark deep,
Yipping with the scent of deer, excited.
Ruby, river scrambling, biting
At the bogwater, wagging, from the shoulders back



Along the old familiar track, into
The clearing where the roads diverge.
I stopped and stood. Which way to go?
Think of another Poet, and roads not taken.
Yes, I’ve been here before. This way I came.
That way I saw a squirrel once.
And down that way a badger
Straight on, the ...

Read the full of A Walk In The Woods With Robert Frost

The Shallowman

The Shallowman has friends
he counts as assets,
for favors he might need
from time to time.
He lists their skills and
contacts in his busy greedy mind.
He’ll call them when he needs them
when next he’s in a bind.

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