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"Rabid"

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Faint recognition;
ambiance, for hire,
this job is precarious,
but can she steal the show?
Holding the position;
mistress of high wire,
toes point nefarious,
to the sweating mob below.

Concentration mesmerizing;
every eye transfixed,
tickets funded by the dream
on the back of the artiste'.
And beautiful is sighing,
"Let 'em have their kicks-"
she picks up the balance beam,
silencing the beast.

This is holy treason;
lost in deep translation,
corseted travesty,
compelled by safety net.
Furtively she blows a kiss;
to conquer hesitation,
winks, knowing gravity
hasn't eaten yet.

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About....me?

A Celtic Thunder Storm

Thunder rolls, and lightning flashes
You see five figures, silhouetted.
On the horizon, you see them stand,
And all of a sudden, you hear a band.

Playing "Heartland", and "Ireland’s Call",
"Steal Away", and "Take Me Home",
All together, and one by one,
They sing in time with the sound of drums.

Still many more songs you hear,
Some bring a smile, some bring a tear.
Some are old, and some are new,
And soon you find, you’re singing too.

Yet, all too soon, the storm is done,
All the songs have now been sung.
Their voices fade, and soon are gone,
As lightning flashes, and thunder rolls.

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written in dedication to and inspired by the lads of Celtic Thunder, past and present.

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Cam

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Poetry

Lets link up
lets do cam
everyone's invited to the suicide party
its going to be have a million views
maybe even make the nightly news

A loaded chamber
Lots of bullets
but only one brain put on display
lets show all the others how its done
this is how you use your gun

Everyone come and see
send the invite
its going to be a popular event
make sure the requests are sent

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