Biography of Martin Swords
Welcome. 'Fáilte'- from yet another Irish Poet.
My Blog www.martinswordspoetry.blogspot.com
Writers Group www.wicklowwritersblogspot.com
YouTube Martin Swords Wicklow Writers
Member of Wicklow Writers Group.
Background in Design and Communications.
Writing Poetry since 1990
Martin Swords's Works:
'Voyages'....Wicklow Writers' Anthology 2
'Voices from the Shore....
Wicklow Writers CD Poems/Stories
New and Collected 21
Glendalough and Laragh News
Martin Swords Poems
A Walk In The Woods With Robert Frost
Overcast but warm, The day dry, unusually. Walking the woods with the dogs As many times before.
Bob Dylan, And Me.
I know Bob Dylan well. Grew up with him,
Breakfast For One
Breakfasts were special. Two plates. Two eggs. Together.
A Bowl Of Rice Always
A fractured home A distanced heartache A chopstick, an empty cup
The Late Gift
He had only one more gift to give, the manner of his going. He had only one short life to live, and only now was knowing
All The Boys
On back a bedroom door A hook, a cap, untouched This many year. The head That wore it laughing
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It’s an Artificial Paradise Here in the Vale Da Plenty
I saw myself on T.V. I think. In black & white on channel four, tonight. My Doppelganger from 1938.
To A Crow
Despised Crow Who loves you But another Crow. Blessed with ugly grace,
Now is the golden browning of the year, early dusky evenings, and the quiet. A time of listless leaves and branches, a settling, and a dignity of dying.
Time Was An Orange
Time was an orange in a stocking was a treat. Or maybe a banana. Now it’s Star Fruits, Uglies
The Nearly Man
I am a Nearly Man, At least that’s what you think My bent back Or withered leg,
I Stood In Line
November 4th 2008 United States Presidential Elections
To A Crow
Who loves you
But another Crow.
Blessed with ugly grace,
And coal scuttle call.
Strut like funeral folk
In suit of mourning,
Condemned to deal in death.
We cannot all be peacocks