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“best years of your life”
Let’s start at school, “the best years of your life” Never once told about the efforts and strife At this strange age where u can be fueled by rage You begin to think it’s all bad But don’t stress, do not get sad For the years you concentrate on all that’s shite You miss all […]
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Sliotar
Standing on the pitch with your hurl in your hand, Remembering all the tactics your coach has planned, The shouting, the screaming and the whistle blows – But what’s going through my head, nobody knows. Is it in my head, Or is playing something that I dread, The pressure of the game, If we lose […]
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Kind
I’ve found it. The soothing balm to burning hate, A method free from crude debate, The key to peace we can create, It’s Kindness. I need it. When I’m confronted by these strangers’ faces, Shrinking, feeling out of place, A smile would slow my heart’s fast pace, Just Kindness. I feel it. When I’m surrounded […]
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Beauty
Beauty What is beauty? Only words our mother says To keep us happy While she doesn’t see it herself ‘My thighs are too big’ ‘Cheeks are too red’ She looks in the mirror As we cry in our beds Her hands hold mine I look into her eyes I tell her the truth I can […]
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Blessed
An escape world is one everyone seeks, How lucky I am to have my own, Five times a day with me and my lord. The feeling of serenity that I feel Is one that starts and finishes my day. How I wish you could feel what I do, From putting my head to the ground […]
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Daddy’s Girl
Sitting here Then and now Daddy’s Girl Sitting here 14 years old Daddy’s Girl Sitting here 19 years Daddy’s Girl Sitting here Watching you Daddy’s Girl Sitting here Remembering Daddy’s Girl Sitting here Crying as you Daddy’s Girl Sitting here Eyes dry Daddy’s Girl Sitting here Wishing you back Daddy’s Girl Sitting here Knowing you’re […]
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Croker
you are walking down old jones road hats scarfs and headbands you are marching behind the artane boys’ band you are climbing the steps of the hogan stand to lift the liam mccarthy you are playing for your county
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Cold Dead Trees
From sliotars being hit around a wet, cold pitch, Until some fool hits it into the deep, dark ditch. Long hours doing homework in the lonely cold night, To the rapid retreat of the hard day light. Marooned in the claret and the white of Clara, In my sister’s high heels and me Mam’s mascara. […]
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Breath
Isn’t it weird how you can be breathing one minute And not the next, How it can just stop? You never know when you last breath is going to be, It could happen any minute. How you use your last breath, that’s what’s weird. Do you use it to say goodbye? Do you use it […]
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An Irish Parish
It was a lazy Sunday. Getting up late was a seldom treat, The day living up to its name as my eyes squinted at opening the blind. I decided to go for a walk, looking for something to write. I heard the distant sound of a car so I automatically stepped off the road. An […]
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The Perfect Profile
Living through a screen. Comparing, judging Self-worth based on likes Your recent profile Insecurities, anxieties Slowly building Scrolling, scrolling Passing time Anonymous users Immature losers A world obsessed A world depressed Not knowing when To unplug, switch off Stuck In an endless sea of negativity. Stop Shutdown, cut down Put down. Don’t drown. Breathe. It’s […]
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Help The People
There are people, half way across the world. They are scared. They fear for their lives and their families’ lives. They flee from their homes, in hope of a better life. They make the hard journeys, the tough ones. They cross oceans. Some won’t make it, some will. They hide in trucks to cross borders. […]
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Rhyme Rag Issue#5
November 2009 Editor: Adam Wyeth
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Rhyme Rag Issue#4
Rhyme Rag Issue #4 November 2008 Editor: Eileen Sheehan