Martin O'Neill

Rookie - 12 Points (20-06-1958 / Solihull, Birmingham, England)

Babysitter - Poem by Martin O'Neill

Shooting and bombing
And slashing and kicking
And burning and beating
And stomping and killing
And maiming and hurting
And knifing and punching
And dancing
Arms raised
Over the fallen
Broken bodies
Of his foes
On the other side of the Windows
Where Mummy doesn't go.
She's drinking a glass of Sauvignon Blanc downstairs
While her well behaved boy
Plays in his room, alone.
The babysitter isn't programmed
To care
As a childhood withers
On the untended vine
Of conversation
And connection.
He's caught the 4.0 Armageddon
Universal Serial Bus
To a place where
Darker fruit grows.
Try not to weep
As you reap
What you sow.

Comments about Babysitter by Martin O'Neill

  • Rookie - 387 Points John Brown (9/3/2012 9:16:00 AM)

    Intriguing poem Martin, which I liked. I wrote one myself called 'The Babysitter', but it's nothing like this one. Just shows the amount of imagination flying around. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 554 Points Patti Masterman (3/30/2012 12:07:00 AM)

    Wow, deep stuff going on in here, and it's pretty true I imagine, depending on circumstance. Would make a wonderful song too, I keep original idea, or one of which are getting harder to find, day by day. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 50 Points Tom Higgins (3/13/2012 9:03:00 AM)

    Streets are full of them! Well thought out piece of writing.

    Tom (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,612 Points Elena Sandu (2/7/2012 6:53:00 PM)

    For the first part of this poem I couldn't help it, needed to move my body on its rhythm as for the second, deep thoughts kept me frozen. Amazing write, pure delight, thank you for share. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points AJ Ryan (1/27/2012 1:46:00 PM)

    Unusual but excellent at the same time, well done (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Emily Core (1/6/2009 12:12:00 AM)

    it is little dark but thats why i like it at frist i thought it was about the war but at the end i understood it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, January 23, 2009

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