Sometimes my poetry is a flowing motion
No drama no commotion
Easy as 123
Writing unreal poetry

Other times it's really hard
No rhythm im no bard
Everything seems to be a chore
I fell as though i will write no more

I take a moment gather my thoughts
Ready for the onslaught
Then from out of no where i begin to write
Filling the page i ignite

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Secret letter content unknown
Never opened never show
Footnote on the envelope addressed to me
Says do not open unless in extreme nessesity

Secret letter stored on high
I must not open must not pry
Following instructions to a t
Must not open unless in extreme nessesity

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Sick leave without the pay
Expected back anyday
Sick leave I'm in the bed
Driven off my head

Sick leave I'm recuperating
Whats the return date your stating
Sick leave when are you back
Is your recovery on track.

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When two writers meet.
There is a duel on the street
Words standing to attention
A meeting at the words convention

Lets collaborate and be but one
To get this poem done
Two writers for the price of one
Lets do it and have some fun

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This my island this is my home
My dna my backbone
This is where i learned about lifting the load
My work ethic the code

This is my island where i long to be
Achill island by the sea
As i cross over the bridge i begin to feel a tingle
An opportunity for our clans to mingle

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On my god im 53
More than half a century
Hair is gray with a hint of tan
Im still driving that green van

53 im getting old
Aches and pains I'm feeling the cold
Looking forward to another 53
Come on guys and join with me

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Raise your glasses lets have a toast
To the one i love the most
A testoment to this lady
My love my life my baby

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Life is that mountain we have to climb
Hand in hand we'll be fine
Any little obstacle we can solve together
I wouldn't ask to climb this mountain with any other


Step by step ascending higher
Stepping over moss and briar
At last the summits now in sight
Final push i grasp your hand and hold it tight

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In Clew bay i long to be
Islands as far as the eye can see
Little ones about an acre
Once owened by a music maker

Clare island furter out to sea
where the pirate queen used to be
Achill island just over there
Admiring the beauty i stop and stare

Clew bay a place of tranquility
And outstanding beauty
Westport down by the quay
Clew bays the place for me

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I write a poem each an every day
Hoping it will impact on someone in some small way
Maybe just a bit of fun
There you go today's one done

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