Martin O'Neill Poems

It's next Friday
Is that ok?
Do you mind filling in this
Short questionnaire?
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I cut myself on a memory today,
Walked into it, unsuspecting.
My breath left me
Lungs voided by the impact,
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Shooting and bombing
And slashing and kicking
And burning and beating
And stomping and killing
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Minds cloaked in grey
They wander the battlefield
Weilding their blades
Of nonchalance, the battle lost.
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A dark seed,
Floating, it seems
On a hot desert wind
Silent.
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Brother Lee Love was a preacher
Evangelist by trade
It would take a leap of faith
To believe how much he made!
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Silence between the mounds
No sound from within
Lives. Childhood games,
Love and laughter
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A tennis ball, once hit, cannot be recalled.
Similarly, when Audrey's foot slipped, her car also,
Could not be recalled.
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Rewind, if you will,
Here, I'll help, hold my hand as
We walk with the Gods across
The vastnesses of existence to
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