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Patrick O'Reilly Poems

3am And It's Quiet

It gets quiet at 3am.
The bedsheets are wrinkled and rolled back.
Another half empty cup of coffee,
Another crumpled sheet of paper.

An Empty Church

A church is holier when it is empty,
When every private step echoes off the ceiling,
Like ripples of solemn sound
And the candles stand unlit,

An Ancient Artform

This is an ancient artform,
A relic almost sacred I told her
As I placed the huge black disc onto the platform.
I've never even seen one of these she confessed.

An Old Irish Song

In the downtown clubs you can hear them singing.
Ghost's songs stepping off the coffin ships
Which carried them across that broad Western ocean.

In Came The Dawn

The sun came up without permission
To make me wonder which day it was.
The razor sunrise rips into my red eyes,
And I shut them fast and tight

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Sallie Howson 23 June 2007

have saved one of your poems to my favourites list so i can come back and peruse the others at will.....great reads

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Patrick O'Reilly lives in St. John's, Newfoundland. He works in a warehouse.

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