by Tom Mcgreevy | Sep 16, 2010 | Poetry
First the left elbow Then in the right An I.R.A. grass Was dealt with tonight A round in each kneecap To finish the job The Nutting Squad laughing The victim just sobs The punishment finished A Belfast dark lane Crippled for life He wont walk again A warning to others...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Mar 7, 2010 | Poetry
The flip of a single flip-flop The sound of a one-handed clap The whisp of a toned down whisper A sigh from a now homeless chap The silence is there if you listen Take note of the sounds of the Earth The sound of a tear at a Funeral A baby’s first cry at their...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Mar 1, 2010 | Poetry
A week was all they gave me Now that is nearly gone A whispy mist upon my sight Where once my eyes had shone My body lies here useless My hands refuse to move The drips are keeping me alive I’ve nothing left to lose I cannot tell the Doctors It’s time for...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Feb 14, 2010 | Poetry
Global warming, icebergs melting, Icepacks break away. This story’s of an Eskimo, Who had a real bad Day. He woke up in his igloo, Adrift, and all at Sea. No food upon his iceflow, Can’t shop like you or me. Drifting down the Gulf-stream, The ice it soon...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jan 19, 2010 | Poetry
‘ Charlie Mcinish ‘ a good friend of mine, Was buried today, beside a lone pine He worked in a Factory, making Polish all day Stirring the Vats, the old fashioned way Then last week he slipped, sank under the Varnish He didn’t last long, at least he...
