by Tom Mcgreevy | Oct 22, 2008 | Poetry
The Irish Border lay ahead A half mile to the south ‘ Bandit Country ‘ this was named Passed on by word of mouth Our job to stop the smuggling Of ‘ Arms ‘ from The Republic Arms used by The IRA To kill and maim the public This was a dry, but frosty night A full moon...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jul 10, 2008 | Poetry
I live on different levels Most days I’m not myself One day John, next day Jim It’s not good for my health I don’t know who I am today I could be you, or him But when I enter ‘Derry ‘ I must turn into Jim My cover is all shaky Been doing this to long At home I whistle...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jul 7, 2008 | Poetry
Home on leave from ‘ Over the water ‘ Telling lies to Mum Working in deep cover Can’t tell what I’ve become What’s it like in ‘ Cyprus ‘ ? She asks without a clue Can’t tell her I’m in Ireland Can’t tell her what I do Each week she gets a postcard From Cyprus it does...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jun 21, 2008 | Poetry
Alone and injured Extraction requested Cover blown Survival tested One in the shoulder Hurts like Hell Will I make it Time will tell Drinking in a pub Eyeing the ‘ Players ‘ Patrol comes in Becoming betrayers “ Hi there mate, what you doing here ? “ Try to ignore them...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jun 4, 2008 | Poetry
I kneel alone beside this bomb The public they’ve all ran They’ve put their trust in me today The ‘ Bomb Disposal Man ‘ They tell me I’m a hero The sweat runs down my nose One small mistake from shaking hands And up the bugger goes I’m actually a coward I dread the ‘...
