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Irish Friendship Poems | Irish Poems About Friendship

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an irish blessing

may you alway's have love in your heart that's true.
and your heart alway's hold a love or two, and the sun always shine's upon
your face to let everyone know your  full of grace. and your love be certian too
always play the game, that everyone here will know your name.
and shine bright and true as a rainbow light.
cause you never know who need's you to night may the hand of a friend see 
though all that you are, and the irish blessings take you far.

Copyright © alisa cook

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In a constant lack of motion 
through the window of your mind, 
all you seek is your seclusion 
and a friend you never find; 
you've been looking through the window 
to someone you never see, 
never reaching for a reason,
never thinking I'm just me. 
     As if you want to be alone. 
      Or just another skipping stone, 
       with someone who's better known. 

In the hopeless life you're living, 
all your friends have left you cold, 
it's a ferris wheel you're riding, 
and the song is getting old; 
all the things you've held most dearly 
come to nothing in the end, 
and your search is overlooking 
someone more than just your friend. 
      Someone who'd be there when you cry. 
       Who'd never think of asking why; 
        I will help you learn to fly. 

Living songs about confusion 
like a puppet on a string, 
one is pulled and your responding 
is whatever pull should bring; 
you will go in this direction 
everyone says you should go, 
and the person you are hiding 
is someone you'll never know. 
     Out through the window, I'm your friend. 
      From your beginning, to your end, 
       I will give, but never lend. 
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

Details | Quintain (English) | |

An Irish Caterwaul

Out a place, surely, a kitten in pants
hung out to dry for heaven’s sake,
men wander about like little ants
professin’ knowledge, make no mistake,
there’s a tale pussy footin’ in the wake.

As men lie, ‘tis their ears grow pointed,
and their teeth are sharpened to fangs.
Sure and begorrah, they’re not anointed   
these foolish followers o’ evil gangs,
hooked they be, and so, they hang.

So, reel in yer tail divils, take off false skin
yer kittenish ways will get ye naught.
Pray to the laurd God for kinder kin
they’d that will lave ye as they aught
and would na lave ye hangin’ caught…

*Sure and begorrah/ sure and by God
**Irish Dialect
Poet: D. Guzzi  8/4/11

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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An Irish Wish

An Irish Wish

May there always be laughter
In the here and here after
May the angels protect you and me
May your wife so adore you
May your children restore you
May you live your life happy and free

When your troubles are mounting
May your heart just start counting
All the great things you have in your life
May you have a head start
With a smile in your heart
And the love and support of your wife


Copyright © mike dailey

Details | Free verse | |

Fierce, Defined with Irish Overtones of Female Logic

I’m thinking - inking words across the page - age, and rage in season, shouldn’t reason 
against the curiosity of hope – “ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach and sunsets 
show? ”- owe Emerson a debt, for inspiration (though a bit cliché) – Hey, sometimes truth 
is better stoned – owned or not – ought to bring release to the thrower – owe her no more 
than time and place – Just stand - and face the chatter from her heart – Art. 

Copyright © maggie flanaganwilkie