Martin Swords Poems

Walk slowly,
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The sound came faintly, growing
As he slowly worked the street.
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Writing the Poem.
Putting it down on paper.
Like standing naked
with your thoughts exposed.
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Empty
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Sometimes
Time is measured
In Christmas decorations
Minute baubles and second
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Posted on Nov.11th 2008 Armistice Day

In Memory of all the Irish Soldiers who were
killed or injured in The World War 1914 - 1918
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The Shallowman has friends
he counts as assets,
for favors he might need
from time to time.
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After Billy Collins
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The Bishop and The Priest, The Teacher,
Doctor, Auctioneer,
these were the Grey Gods of the Grey Fifties
Even the Politician and the Merchant
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i.m. Tommy Nolan 1940-2008


In a silent belfry
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