Short Gaelic Poems

the mirror
makes a 
cast of 
the soul
and
it
becomes
the 
Gaelic Winds...

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He’s Irish not Scottish or British 
You forget, he’ll get ornery and skittish
He’ll point to his pelt 
Start swearing in Celt
With a splash of some Gaelic and Yiddish...

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The Irish, 'tis said, as a nation,
They're quite fond of inebriation.
  So they guzzle large vats
  On the day called St. Pat’s
'Tween rounds of Gaelic fornication. 

(3/15/2017)...

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On St. Patrick's Day, old boozehound Barney
Howls grand Gaelic airs at a pub in Killarney
Place a strong stout at his paw
And he'll howl Erin go braugh!
Yes, County Kerry folk are given to blarney!

3/17/23...

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sweet glory
glory is nothing
but
a name
shattered in
the 
brave hearts of men the
shield of faith again
fading heroic moments
laughing through the Gaelic wind
what glory has lost 
her sweet shine, 
again and again
amen...

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beautiful blackbird
chirruping the sweetest songs
morning has broken




Poem inspired by this wonderful Beatles song sung in Scottish Gaelic by Julie Fowlis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MzetQfKwbE

05~20~17...

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Oh, God and Goddess are all around us.
from place to place unguided, 
they’ve found us.

Land of limpid eyes and skies, 
where mystery abounds.
‘Mongst lisping lips, oft heard 
Gaelic limericks sound. 

While gale gusted winds whip wave 
dashed waters to mist;
atop the high cliffs of Moher 
the Fairie found us....

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Gaelic storm upon the sea
loves rebirth
ever free-

Cloudless skies and midnight moon
need you know what you mean to me
awaken my heart to stillness soon-

Infinite nights within my soul
forever broken
doubtless pain unfortold-

Immortal fears that call my name
reveal to me
the sinners shame-

Rest in wanton tears
cry in games of chance
but ever seek the beauty
of golden circumstance-...

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Different Kind Of Host/English

There is a spider on the Cosmos
He is a different kind of host
If you love sweet rich nectar
Soon you will be in his throat


Chinea'l E'agsu'la O'sta/ Irish Gaelic

In' spider ar an Cosmos
Ta' se' ina chinea'l e'agsu'la o'sta
Ma' ta' tu' gra' neachtar milis
Is gearr go mbeidh tu' in mo scornaigh

(If this is not correct, I used a
translater from English to Gaelic.)...

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To Our Friends
Written: by Miracle Man
7/27/2020

It has taken a pandemic to keep us apart,
but in thoughts and prayers you’re close at heart.
We live out our days not attentive to number,
growing nearer each day to eternal slumber.
In adolescent years we thought life was forever,
Now recapturing our past, we tend to dissever.


“Friends are relatives you make for yourself”
Gaelic Proverb
...

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What does a Scotsman wear under his kilt?
Is it Fruit of the Loom?
Is it nuthin'?
When it's cold does he cover himself with a quilt?
How much good Gaelic blood has been spilt
'cause he buried his Wee Willie up to the hilt
In a fair colleen's warm married muffin?


Author's note: Dear reader, after reading Linda Alice Fowler's delightful limerick "Kilt Atilt", I felt inspired to go into my archives and dig up this old chestnut....

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Upon the hills, out past the lea
The sea spray lingers, mists the face
The green surrounds, a myriad
Ireland’s shores, a Celtic place

When in the day, the pride, they wore
As body armor for Gaelic force
Carries to this day, when green they wear.
The Celtic influence had set its course.

For they had come to make a mark
Settled there and changed the land
A fighting style, no clothes they wore
To make weak, opponents fighting hands...

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As a child I would place my closed eyes
in them
while she hummed Gaelic melodies.

Her smock, it was brown
like a butchers apron
but without a speck of blood,
just daubs of fruit dumplings
and the savor of elderberry flowers.

Grandmother had large hands
working hands,
when they closed
it was as if her story book
had closed
at the end of every day,

and that is how she goes away
always very quietly
at the end of every day.
© 2 days ago...

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He was a highland laddie 
Grew up in the great glen
Played shinty for Fort William
A man amongst men.

He played the highland pipes
With heartbeat rhythms felt
That pumped his blood within
While wearing his clan's kilt.

Fishing at Loch Linnie
Would stir his Gaelic pride
As he viewed the heather
His Lassie by his side...


...he wakes up from his dream
And yet his dream lives on
To prove his Scottishness 
And confirm where he comes from....

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