Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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The Poetry Corner
The Irish Examiner USA
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or, preferably, you can email it direct to
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If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Is it a procession or a succession that begins with a Recession, then a possible re-possession, followed by depression, desolation and destitution, then a little hope, a concession, a little growth, more growth, and then more growth, leading to - a Recession?
Has money become the new God? Are the notes in your wallet the new grace that will bring lasting happiness?
It may all have different meanings to different people, but somehow I find more wealth in life and the beauty of the planet than in all the banks throughout the world. Each day begins with...
The Morning
Oh! Isn't the morning a beautiful thing?
And so is the wonderful day it will bring
You may have sunshine or dull skies with rain
Happiness, laughter or sorrow and pain
There may be triumphs or struggle and strife
But all days are good days, when you have life.
And mornings are blessings from heaven above,
Cherished in dreams, and greeted with love,
They open the door to what may yet be,
Choices to choose from and thoughts to run free
Ideals to stand for, truths to ring true,
Another great chance, to really be you.
Oh! There can be days when nothing goes right,
And hopes may be dashed and courage take flight,
All your achievements may tumble and fall,
And there you left with sweet nothing at all.
Then hide and take refuge, under loves wing,
And let the night vanish, yesterday's sting
And the wisdom of hope a new day will bring,
Now, isn't the morning a beautiful thing!
© Ronnie McGinn
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