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Mon 5 Jan, 2004 08:10 am
I saw her standing there,
my Irish machuchla.
How beautiful
she looked that day.
Well- defined lips
closed tightly,
dark eyes stared frostily
hair blowing in the breeze,
a Galway shawl
covered her shoulders.
Her small hands
held a Thompson gun
which clattered and whined
as she pulled the trigger
.
Red seeped through his khaki
jacket as he slumped to the ground.
His permissive days were over.
Gallows claimed
my darling
but she will dwell
in my heart forever.
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cusick, This is one surprising but riveting creation. I am assuming that you are a woman, and to be able to write such a powerful piece through the eyes of a man, is indeed a coup.
Yes Letty I am female and thank you for your reply. My only problem is most of my poems a little controversial. Maggie
cusick, many poems are controversial, and often that is what makes them unique. When a writer steps out of character, it only makes the verse more appealing. Let us hear more.
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Letty sometimes it is easy to upset some people. Maggie
Maggie, don't let the fact that you have religious convictions deter you from continuing to create.
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I won't Letty. But things are slow here. Maggie
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