Free Verse
A Sense of Peace
Dear Teacher
Death Can Strike Twice
Drunk Driver
Empty Dreams
Echoes of the Future
Facets of Life
Forgotten House
Freedom of Imagination
Hidden Danger
Hidden Truth
Huddled in a Doorway
Humanity Abandoned
Innocent Lives
Irresistible Force
Kaleidoscope
Legacy
Lunar Echoes
Merry? Go-Round
Mighty Weapons
Moment in Time
My Friend
My Journey
Odd Socks
Predator
Realm of Fiction
Released by your Touch
Remember Me
Shadows of my Mind
Shadows on the Edge
Spring has Arrived
State of Mind
Stones
Storm
Take Me As I Am
Tenerife
Thread-Bear
Tidal Wave
Touching Lives
Turbulence
Winter Numbness
Rhyme
Bullied
Computer Addiction
Dare to be Different
Hydraulic Arm
Hair Rebellion
Imagined
Life Is An Express Train
Loneliness
Related to the Addams Family
Words
Snippet Challenges
A Wintry Ballet
Acceptance Denied
Disarranged
Distorted Image
Homophobia
Jilted
Journey To A New Life
Lost Village
Memorial Candle
New Beginning
Nightmare Trip
No Compassion, No Dignity
Old Age
Opening the Book
The Estate
The Matrix
On the seventeenth of March,
out of Dublin we sailed;
away from destitution
wrought by potato crops that failed.
Set to make our fortunes
in New York all paved with gold;
we were herded into steerage,
packed with Irish young and old.
Days were long and boring,
trapped in an airless stinking place;
with a diet of boiled cabbage
and people fighting over space.
But worse was yet to come,
as sickness spread around;
so many people dying daily,
we longed for solid ground.
Land was finally sighted;
Ellis Island, journey’s end.
On luck to pass the medical
for acceptance we depend.
words used: seventeenth, march, Dublin, gold, Irish, cabbage, luck
©Nina Simon 2005
