Engineer, thinker, observer.
I get taken by surprise sometimes by a thought, a phrase or something someone says and my mind goes for a walk. Sometimes an object triggers a veritable gold rush of words that scatter and run around my head as I try to catch them. This is when I curse not having pen and paper at all times. It can also can be a problem when driving!
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Martin O'Neill Poems
What Price Literacy?
An extraordinary time you have waited Quiet, in no kind of rush You must be pleased now that it's over Your time in the African bush
Half past a headache
Uncork the bottle and pour me a drink A long one A strong one I don't want to think
A pillar of the community?
Three hundred and twenty years in the making. Lovers have met Battles been fought, won and lost And the afternoon heat
Here be Tygers.
The wind circles round, laughing As she dances with it Trailing sparkles and spangles And giggles in the air.
The barrister's wife was unfaithful With one of the Chambers' young lusties An abortion performed He remains uninformed
Average blokes wonder what my secret is I'm not handsome or a brilliant scientist But when I start to tell them They say 'Swivel on this! '
A Basket Of Junes
I sit here Sifting my basket of Junes Birthdays and Sundays And picnics
Around the square
A shopping shark shimmers In the city centre seize Picking off the bargains With a practised, fluid ease
A right old boot.
She's an outbreak of gloom in the corner An affront occluded by pain She could moan all four legs off a donkey And persuade it to walk off again
Robert Frost Auto Recovery
I ponder the axle of my truck Invisible to the naked eye In depths of mud and water stuck And wait for the recovery truck
I would have brought flowers But it seemed wrong, somehow To cut down one beauty In memory of another
Vodka, the cheaper bottle from the corner shop in A clear bottle, you can see the wallpaper Through it on the other side of The world.
The boy at the back
Scrunched into a corner An emotional squall A tight knot of pain With his head on the wall
Alison is going to be late For her train connection Because Peter changed lane Instead of radio channel.
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What Price Literacy?
An extraordinary time you have waited
Quiet, in no kind of rush
You must be pleased now that it's over
Your time in the African bush
The grass stalks that rippled around you
The animals passing you by
The fierce yellow sun beating down
From the blue of your African sky.
When you finally burst into flower,
In blossoms of yellow and red
The eight year old girl who unearthed you
Couldn't read the notice that said