by Tom Mcgreevy | Jan 14, 2009 | Poetry
Six-month undercover Living in ‘ The Creggan ‘ Got myself a girlfriend An Irish girl called ‘ Meggan ‘ Sometimes forget I’m ’ Army ‘ No ‘ Sir’s out on the street No bull*** with the uniform No Officers to greet A ‘ Handler ‘ I’ve not seen for weeks No word from him...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Dec 8, 2008 | Poetry
Blue beret, blue beret Where have you been ? A tour in Cyprus To stand in-between A paradise island, out in the Med Across the crystal sea A U.N. posting offered Was tailor made for me A sun-soaked island, split in two A ‘ Green line’s ’ the divide The Cypriots made...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Dec 2, 2008 | Poetry
‘ Q ‘ cars painted yellow Next week painted red Have to keep then guessing Or we’d end up dead Driving through the ‘ Falls ‘ Two-up in the car Following ‘ The hit-men ‘ Heading for the bar Every night for one long week Their pattern stayed the same The ‘ hit-team ‘...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Nov 23, 2008 | Poetry
Captured by ‘ The Taliban ‘ Locked up in this cell Kicked and tortured daily This has become my Hell They think they have me beaten I cry and plead ‘ Okay ‘ But all the time I’m thinking Of ways to make them pay My fingernails are torn My bruises red and sore They’ve...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
I slowly sped away To travel and be free To feed my dream of ‘ Nomads ‘ Upon the sandy sea ‘ Ships of the desert ‘ I did sail A right hump they did get Rode through an ‘ Oasis ‘ Boy, did we get wet ! A surly camel I did meet One hot and dusty day It looked just like...
