May your love for me
as stormy as an Irish sea.
I want no gentle ride
I wish for no small swell,
I've been safely drifting for too long.
May my love for you
as sure as the setting sun.
As steady as a spring rain
a balm to your scorched plain.
You bring the wild,
I'll bring the sweet.
You be my rose,
I'll be your thorn.
I will be the sweet smile
as you swig down what makes you burn.
You'll not see determination
this spirit sailed across
even as a child I fondly
I knew I was different...
for what I believe...
for instance rich kids
down the road for their
Christmas a trampoline
they refused me entry...
so I took to hills...
walked off all disharmony...
whilst up there I found a
bog in it a dead cow lodged...
this cow bloated like any
fair ground balloon could be...
so I climbed aboard her and
I bounced all day...
cost me nothing my soul
the old cow didn't burst
it's the universe you see
the higher power understands
watches over me...
I often think of that day...
the spirit of the poor...
Where there is a will there
is a way.
anyhow those same kids
they got tired of jumpin
up and down...
so they came to our house
we teamed up played rugby
for I knew from an early age
as young as five it is not t'ings
that bring fulfillment...
it is other people and love that
bring us this full of life...that we
Tis the Irish in me...
this spirit I believe...
the spirit that sailed
...the spirit from above
Tis the Irish in me...
Me and McGee, Both needed a job
But the Boss, only needed One man
So he gave us a test
To find who was best
It seemed like a very fair plan
We finished the quiz, we done in a wiz
As we handed them to the old Sod
Then we waited to see
Just who would it be,
The one going home with a job
Then he said right to me
It's as plain as could be
Although your tested the same
The job is all yours
You'll be running my stores
Then thanked McGee having came
So I asked the boss
Why'd you give him the toss
Since we both got the last question wrong
Then He proceeded to say
In a professional way
And explaining it didn’t take long
"Well, when, at the last question
You wrote "I don't know”
And I won’t say your friend is a cheater
But on the same question
McGee, went and wrote
A simple reply 'Me Neither"
The Irish bank was ripe and ready
For a hood whose hand was steady
And had a gun, not 'fraid to use it
Bent on living life or lose it
Just out side the door he waited
Put his mask on, hesitated
Then rushed in through, the bank's front doors
While standing on the lobby floor
With gun held high he shot one round
"Now everybody-- best get down"
Laying face down on the floor
A dozen patrons maybe more
And a teller, young in age
Standing frozen in the cage
So the crook with lightening speed
Driven by his lust for greed
Tossed a bag and said to fill it
Got it filled, then turned to split
As he ran, a man quite daring
Grabbed the mask the crook was wearing
At once the man, seamed surprised
Looked the robber in the eyes
Then took a bullet in the head
Now on the marble floor lied dead
The thief now desperate, looked around
At all the patrons looking down
But saw the teller, see his face
Then walked to him in rapid pace
And put the gun up to his head
Another victim laid there dead
Now the thief to end it all
Shouted out inside that hall
"Has anyone else, seen my face ?"
Perhaps a glimpse might leave a trace
Then McGee said "I'm no sneak
But I think me wife , just took a peek"
May the Lord’s tender mercies rise to meet you today
As earthquakes, tsunamis, and destruction have fallen your way
May our heavenly Father send shamrocks breezes upon your land
The tragic events that fell upon you--no one understands
May the angry waters no longer rise to meet you
May the ravaged earth beneath your feet heal
May the destroyer of hope and humility never rob your great nation’s zeal
To our dear Japanese brothers and sisters
We send this Irish Blessing to you
No matter what befalls you tomorrow
God’s tender hands will pull you through
My wild Irish heart - what could it do
that March when into my sweet girlhood blew
euphoria to make my heart careen?
Oh, heart as fresh as clover - kelly green -
when zephyr brought its scent of something new.
The breeze caressed me; all was made askew,
for what it had been carrying was you!
Beneath my tender breast there throbbed, unseen,
my wild Irish heart.
You bridled it and then you pierced it through.
Yet wilder than before and tough it grew.
For in your aftermath, I was to glean
the lessons that my youth had not foreseen -
and evermore would pulse in me - now blue -
my wild Irish heart!
For Sandy Ivy's Go Green - what green means to you? (new or old poem)Poetry Contest
Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.
Clancy's pub had cut me off, said no more pints for me
I knew he was mistaken, I was sober as could be
So I climbed off of the bar stool and headed for the door
And much to my surprise found I was laying on the floor
I crawled to the front entrance and stood up with some care
Opened up the portal and then fell down the front stair
I crawled up to a lamppost and clammered to my feet
But after taking one step, I fell into the street
I only lived a block away, so on me knees I stayed
Crawling down the sidewalk, twas slow progress that I made
At last I reached me cottage and made it to the door
I pulled meself up, opened it and sprawled upon the floor
Somehow I got up the stairs and rolled into the bed
Me knees hurt like the devil, there was a pounding in me head
When I woke up next morning, I was an awful sight
Me pant legs were all shredded, I looked like I'd lost a fight
“It's drunk again you were last night” I heard my wife declare
“How would you know if I was drunk, you weren't even there”
“The barkeep, he just called me and asked me how you are”
“And said that I should tell you, your wheelchairs at the bar”
Always liked this joke and decided to put it to rhyme.
My Irish Granddaughter
Me pancakes be green this morning
Me bread at me lunch be too
Me beer may be green this evening
But that’s where the green is through
For me granddaughter nay be with me
The lass is so far away
Though green be the color I’m wearing
Tis blue I be feeling today
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.