irishpoetry
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Breathing in and out, Conscience is clear and tranquil, A peace that won’t last. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Two halves together, Seam runs down diameter. An odd symmetry. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Blew through fever flu, Snort sniffling sinew stew, Pot honey on brew. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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These primitive shapes: Circle, square, and triangle, Our world’s built upon. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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My hopes and dreams, like Cloistered lambs to the slaughter, Shuffled, squeezed, breathless. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Lids lay half open, Drooped heavy fighting with sleep. A losing battle. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Bad moon a’ rising, The werewolves are in full view, Their howling is through. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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With Autumn comes death, Green turns into golden brown, Nature’s slate wiped clean. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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A plane looms above, Motion rumbles my tumbler, The whiskey shudders. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Probability Lying in wait, somewhere in- Between infinity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 