Today I was rather bored and had a lot of free time on my hands so I spend most of the day sitting there reading some poems by W.B Yeats and decided to try my hand at it.I went over the poem trying to get similar structure and techniques but making it an original poem whom no person had ever laid eyes on. This is what I came up with, I tend not to publish works that I normally do but thought I might as well see what others think. I am not a poet nor do I claim to be an expert, it is merely just work of some guy who had too much time on his hands trying to make the days seem shorter. ...................................................................................................................................................................... [FONT=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Exiles Agony. [/FONT] Where the sun is eternally shinning in the bright blue sapphire sky There the gull's are forever laughing among the muddy reeling rye. Oh sweet blissful island, Oh sweet emerald isle You shall leave me pinning forevermore in my minds hidden sacred eye. ........................................................................................................................ Dear Mother. Where art thou mother dear? For thy gentle voice I never hear Your fiery cheeks of blushing bright Red Your pure calming voice that would bring back the Dead Where art thou mother dear? In my mind hath I no care? I feel thy pain I clench my Chest I hope thou art in peace that thy art at Rest. Requiescat in pace ...................................................................................................... Usher the shrines Usher the shrines in pure heart and joy the Gods would often say As they spinned around stomping the ground in the stormy month Of may The Wind blew low, to and fro across the treacherous sea As they went up and down and suddenly ground upon the Cliffs of Trelee. Usher the shrines of pure heart and joy the Gods would often say As they banged upon the broken Bodhran as the dreaded beat continued to play.
