Poetry Blogs (Tale)

I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.

I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.

But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.

Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.

Today I'm not th...

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The tale of the bucket with the easy swing handle

If I should have a field

then I would build a shed

when in it I could yield

ideals within my head

I would have a window

I’d point it at the ground

the shed itself erected

from the things that I have found,

like a door

and the galvanized sheets from another shed

that’s not a shed no more

and a roof that ...

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Adopt

Saint Stephen's tale

It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith

Degeneration X and anarchy

Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.

Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.

Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.

First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...

A place...

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Once there was a Dublin hospital,

A sullen, Nightingale institute,

Whose 1980s walls would house a miracle,

And sprout embryos who would come to repute.

Two princes born to mother, Louis Walsh

Lay vulnerable and crying for their fame,

But before they could suckle, the angels

Were baptised with their Siamese stage name:

John + Edward = Jedward.

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