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Short Ireland poem by Brooks Lindberg| Details | |

Hometown

Back home in Richfield
tangled between these moo cows
I still miss Richfield

Short Ireland poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

Bald Leprechaun -Oddquain-

He is so bald he misplaced his hat curses up a storm, he does miffed. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Mar.17/2007

Short Ireland poem by Isaiah Zerbst| Details | |

My Old Bucket

I lost my old bucket so sadly,
And felt oh so terribly badly;
Then lo and behold
A pot full of gold!
I'd lose me another and gladly.

Short Ireland poem by Cecilia Macfarlane| Details | |

Irish Tall Tale

Come all ye, kiss that blarney stone
Join in the legend and be known
For the gift of gab
Ye come kiss the slab
Eloquence and luck shall be shown

Short Ireland poem by arthur vaso| Details | |

St Eve, a lovers Limerick

There once was guy named Steve
He swam in a pool with Eve
With a frisky smile
He undressed her with guile
In nine months she was to conceive

Short Ireland poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

A Leprechaun's Hat -Dixdeux-

A leprechaun's hat, is his pride and joy he never goes anywhere without it chrome dome. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Mar.17/2007

Short Ireland poem by Cynthia Jones| Details | |

Kiss Me, I'm Irish -Reversed Katauta-

"Kiss me, I'm Irish," he says leprechaun, thinks he's all that then, wiggles his tongue. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Mar.17/2007

Short Ireland poem by James Fraser| Details | |

Succumbing to Time

Derelict now cold Mossed stones in sporadic spill Ageing arms out spread They, competing for the light Sadly, both succumb to time .

Short Ireland poem by Douglas Dicketts| Details | |

Once Before

Across the heath
A misty veil
Of millennium lost
And the bagpipe’s wail

The bleat of a sheep
The boom of a drum
Relinquish the present
The past calls you
Come….

Short Ireland poem by Robert Pettit| Details | |

McGuire the Liar

Have you heard of Peter McGuire? There is no more prolific liar. Pete comes from County Cork. He is the biggest dork. Did you see him with his pants on fire?

Short Ireland poem by arthur vaso| Details | |

Taxi

There once was a driver from Uber
Who really only owned a scooter
So when it rained
His passengers complained
So now he has no more commuters

Couldn't let a St Paddy's day go by without a wee limerick!!

Short Ireland poem by John lawless| Details | |

Guinness Finesse

Guinness Finesse

There’s an art to the pouring of Guinness
requiring a devilish finesse
twixt the foam and the ale
the rule cannot fail
never pour ‘til the first one is finished.


John G. Lawless
2/28/2015

Short Ireland poem by Robert Pettit| Details | |

Irish McGuire is Back

Remember Irish Peter McGuire? Lying Irishman with pants on fire? I looked up to the sky and saw him there up high. Holding tightly to a telephone wire. inspired by a comment made to another submission of mine

Short Ireland poem by Tim Smith| Details | |

Old Irish Blessing

             May your days be many and
                  your troubles be few.
                May all God's blessings
                    descend upon you.
                May peace be within you
                may your heart be strong.
           May you find what you're seeking
                    wherever you roam.




***This is an old Irish Blessing****

****Happy St. Patrick's Day All****

Short Ireland poem by Jerry T Curtis| Details | |

Dreams of Steam

I once was a member of the "Steampunk Empire" social website
My character was named, Wee Luck McGee as I wrote this for my friends

I dress all in green
Like the hills of Goleen
With top hat I wear on my head
I've always like steam
In a long steady stream
As I dream of it lying in bed

So I gave up me nature
For a new nomenclature 
And traded me gold, for some brass
So with copper and leather
And occasional feather
I've become a Steampunker at last

Short Ireland poem by Ivo Cosentino| Details | |

That Devious Rogue

Livid I was when that nincompoop
stained that page of my book
with tomato sauce, while eating
oh! How horrible! How horrible!
It was just a little dot but still;
definitely not easy to tolerate,
since I am a bibliophile,
enamoured with poetry and essays,
being my idols William Topaz McGonagall
and the Irish-speaker Robert Wilson Lynd!
Oh! It was just a little stain which
blurred no text, made nothing illegible,
but still! My anger ceases not
and I call that man a true clown!

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