nigel colledge Poems

Westwards 1951

Dreary brick buildings, line the track
War torn homes, damaged by flack
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Ode to Carol
I did spy a beauty named - Carol Peach,
On holiday in Barbados - on a white sandy beach,
(yes, Peach really was her surname - she was not to blame,)
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Cephalonia's sun scorched slabs Surrounding the soaking swimmers I slip silently in and out of sleep As I seem to be studying the script Zzzzzz, Zzzzzz, Zzzzzz.

Slipping into the seventies stirs Memories of slender svelte singles Showing their sublime sex to my Complete satisfaction, dream on
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The blasted gale burns through the forest Tearing and shredding brown leaves asunder All creatures seek shelter from the slashing rain Black clouds heave and jostle to shut out the light Roofing sheets rough torn from lumber buildings Fly through the air to rip and tear where they land

In coastal towns mankind hides and prays to God Save us, save us please Lord and all we hold dear Centuries of mans' creation so easily demolished As mighty seas invade the streets and buildings Families huddle around dying embers in the hearth Only a fool would venture out to replenish the fuel
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In O'Donovan's Hotel, Clonakilty Brogan and Brophy are planning Saturday's Hurling match against Cork. Six backs two midfielders and six forwards.

Coakley, Collumb and Condon, are Brogan's choice Dabney, Daugherty and Donahue are Brophy's choice.
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Where is the song of the birds
On this mid summer morn of madness
Where is the smell of warming earth
and the farm animals cacophony?
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I'm snug,37 celsius, Surrounded by a pink glow.......zzzzzzzz zzzzzzzz,

There is a rhythm, boom......boom Boom,
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Death brings such sad sorrow, how do we face tomorrow
What memories flood back of joyous times of our youth
When sun dappled leaves lined winding Devon Lanes
And a young boy and girl fell in love in kinder times.
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September song

More than 1,000 children were caught carrying knives in schools last year - with the youngest aged just four.
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Daddy, tell me again of days gone by
How William slew the Jacobites
And claimed Ulster as our home
And sent the Catholics from Armagh
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