Red O'Mara

Rookie - 354 Points (Melbourne Australia)

Red O'Mara Poems

1. Plan B 10/17/2012
2. You Are No Cool And Empty Distance 7/10/2015
3. She 4/27/2017
4. There Was A Time 4/27/2017
5. She Is Not Dead 4/27/2017
6. Once Upon A Time 4/30/2017
7. Spectrums Of... 5/11/2017
8. You 6/2/2015
9. More Than One 10/13/2012
10. I Love The Smell Of Maggie In The Morning 10/12/2012
11. What Might Have Been 10/22/2012
12. My Maggie's Rhymes 10/26/2012
13. If I Ever Say I Love You It Will Be Politely 10/30/2012
14. The Qwerty Bustard 10/12/2012
15. There But For 10/10/2012
16. You Changed Me, Maggie 11/2/2012
17. Love Loosed 10/25/2012
18. This Lisa 6/5/2015
19. Ruby 4/6/2017
20. To Her Highness 11/9/2012
21. On A Photograph From Singapore 10/12/2012
22. What Is It All About 11/30/2012
23. The Land Of Rhyme Remembered 12/2/2012
24. On Being Without You 1/3/2013
25. Yesterdays And Tomorrows 11/3/2012
26. It Makes Me Happy, To Be With You 10/15/2012
27. Slow Movin Tights 12/6/2012
28. Fondling Sweet Memories Of You 10/21/2012
29. She Likes To Cook 11/9/2012
30. The Day After Night 12/29/2012
31. How We Used To Be 1/10/2013
32. Her Golden Veil 10/14/2012
33. My Maggie 10/10/2012
34. But Enough 11/14/2012
35. One Day If I Could Spend The Night 10/18/2012
Best Poem of Red O'Mara

One Day If I Could Spend The Night

One day, perhaps if I could spend the night,
I would stack your hearth with firewood,
and we could sit together, on your couch.
You, your feet tucked under you
and your head against my chest,
me, holding you close to me,
and breathing that faint and lovely
fragrance of your hair.
And we could dine on pizza and red wine,
in the softly glowing firelight,
one day, perhaps, if I could spend the night.

One day, perhaps if I could spend the night,
there would be nothing hurried,
no urgency in either life,
and we could have another glass of ...

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Her Golden Veil

She moves to kiss me from above,
her body over mine,
moves to brush back her hair,
to keep it from my face when,
stopping her hand,
I draw her closer and,
nearing me, her hair
falls around my head.
A curtain, golden, for us,

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