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Tom Mcgreevy

Poetry

More ‘ Troubles ‘

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…
Tom Mcgreevy
16th September 2010
Poetry

Sound advice

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…
Tom Mcgreevy
7th March 2010
Poetry

Departing wish

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…
Tom Mcgreevy
1st March 2010
Poetry

Watch what you eat !

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 was gone.…
Tom Mcgreevy
14th February 2010
Poetry

Beware of the Vat

' 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 won't Tarnish…
Tom Mcgreevy
19th January 2010
Poetry

‘ Midge ‘ the Goldfish

I envy my pet goldfish He never has to wash He never has to buy a drink And never carries ‘ Dosh ‘ He doesn’t have to shower Or dry his towels outside And even though he’s naked His bits he doesn’t hide On a scale of one to ten…
Tom Mcgreevy
28th August 2009
Poetry

‘Contact, wait out !’

‘ Big bird, big bird, hot zone ‘ I scream into the mike Can’t let the chopper land here And let the enemy strike Not fair to put their lives at risk It’s bad enough our own Fifteen British soldiers Ambushed and alone ‘ Helmand Province ‘ we were told…
Tom Mcgreevy
10th August 2009
Poetry

Weetabix

I really love my Weetabix I don't know what I'd do If suddenly they stopped making them With nothing left to chew My Mother used to give me them For Breakfast every Day " They'll make you go quite regular " To where she wouldn't say They look like compressed…
Tom Mcgreevy
12th July 2009
Poetry

Leave them with a smile

I look back on my distant past The things I’ve seen and done The trials and tribulations The battles I have won The price of beer when I was young I can’t afford it now Existing on a pension As I take my final bow Chips inside Newspaper Fingers black…
Tom Mcgreevy
6th March 2009
Poetry

He who walks beside me

Who is it walks beside me As battles I do fight ? Who is it that protects me Whilst marching through the night ? I’ve been in conflicts round the globe And he is always there He’s at my side both day and night I’ve seen him someplace, where ?…
Tom Mcgreevy
22nd February 2009