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Youth's nightmare

Sweet surrender on the river side
In the morning to the shadow of moon dust
Near and far misses the Dog Star
That used to collect the youth here and there
A Frog Horn blown wild and cold
For you to remember the river side

Up come a coaster fast yet silent in the night
No money in the jacket and in the jeans’
To give for any ticket for a ride to hide
See them now on the railway remember all was
They walk into the darkness cast from the light
Time no longer a glance indeed a chance of joy
Think too many yeas was in
that scene from the river side

Melancholy a fear of yesteryears
Remember the offer that I would say
But sure not that man I used to be
Since knew you quite different as the river flow
Let’s go down deep to the promises
Bah, alas all they left the empty seat
As soon go feeling was in the river side
Jordan Legaspi

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Life's River

Life is like a river.
It is faster at some parts
slower at other
but always putting
up a fight.
A fight to bring you down.
Some people allow the
river to take them,
giving up. If you give
up then you'll
have a harder time then ever,
but if you fight the
river, never going under the surface of it,
you will see everything at the
end, clearly for what it is.
Or maybe even in the middle of the
river. Either way,
life is like a river.
Always strong, yet gentle.
It will always test you.
Nichole Herrin

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Where The Rivers Meet

The lark upwards fly from the rushes to sing in the gray morning sky
And gray crow disliked by sheep farmers caws on a lone poplar nearby
And spring has brought all of her green beauty to Claraghatlea west of Millstreet
To the old rushy fields by the railway the quiet place where the rivers meet.

Where the Cails flows into the Finnow and into a bigger river grow
And journey through Dooneen and Drishane and into the Blackwater flow
Amongst the water reeds the moorhen on her nest is sitting quite safe in her shady retreat
And in the rank grass the pheasant is crowing in field by where the rivers meet.

In leafy groves and on the green hedgerows that border fields by Millstreet Town
The songbirds are whistling and singing at twilight as the sun goes down
And vixen for her cubs out hunting 'a young rabbit would be nice to eat'
And darkness it slowly envelopes the fields by where the rivers meet.

The spring she has come to Duhallow and everywhere looking so green
And snowdrops and primroses blooming on the verges along the bohreen
And cow to her new born calf lowing he totters on unsteady feet
Amongst the rank grass and the rushes in field by where the rivers meet.
Francis Duggan

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Can the streams run upto the oceans far?
Can they run along the side of the rivers known?

You were a river and I a stream
Who flowed together once.

Using the sixth sense I read your mind
The one none could read before.
Each line written on your mind
Unveiled a portrait painted never.

You were a river and I a stream..

Aside my failing senses old
Triumphed my sixth sense young.
You, the river got flooded
And I, the stream was drowned.

Denouncing the last reason left you kept even my soul off-
An act someone else could have done.
Each word spoken at my funeral often
Unravelled the mystery of your mind.

Along the side of the river of your ego,
May I flow as a stream entwining you ever in the next life too?

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