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Come to the Pub with me

Come with me and have a drink to my favourite Irish Inn as winter gales do blow take life, a bit , more slow He stood in front of bar his drink upon the table he hadn't traveled far but by horseback he was able He was a handsome guy the apple in mothers eye he was a farmers boy his fathers proudest joy He was asked to sing a tune amongst the smoky room the fiddle started playing and the feet then starting tapping chorus he had a voice of angels a harp, the background tune he sang of times of old of hardships, i am told a hush went round the room but outside storm was blowing but his voice , chased away its gloom as the song, they all were knowing Then everyone was clapping for him to sing again so he had a swig of Guinness and bowed, as if he'd finished The fire in grate burnt bright gave room, a welcome light and voices , cheered for more so to the floor, he went once more. A ballad this time he sang i'm told it , about his love and when the words began emotions , all over come chorus 2 he had a voice of angels a harp, the background tune he sang of times of old of hardships, l am told bridge yes, he was his mothers joy and he was his fathers boy but in War , so young, he died like so many.... in wasted lives

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Date: 7/9/2025 2:39:00 AM
Reading this poem I felt like I was in the pub, dancing and singing :)
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Jacqueline Elston
Date: 7/9/2025 3:19:00 AM
i'm so happy it did that :) l wrote it so very quick, l think about 30 mins, so it doesnt have too good a rhyme flow, but l still like it. Also now think l could have added more verses. Might update at a later time if im able. J
Date: 7/9/2025 2:38:00 AM
Splendid writing...I love your writing style. The ending is so sad about the wasted potential...it hits right in the heart. Oh how beautifully sad this poem is....
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Jacqueline Elston
Date: 7/9/2025 3:23:00 AM
l would have loved to have studied being a lyricist, its quite hard and l can never get the verses that would match music, but im ok just having fun writing, and that's what matters :) Thanks again Anne. x
Date: 7/8/2025 3:28:00 PM
Like from a former time! Enjoyed!
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Jacqueline Elston
Date: 7/9/2025 1:33:00 AM
l love history, so l think my poems at moment will have themes to them. Wonder what my todays poem journey will be..l love it. l keep finding my poems grammar mistakes and ryhme out of synic, but l dont care lol..l love writing. Happy writing day Kimx
Date: 7/8/2025 1:35:00 PM
Well they all had a bonnie fine time for a spell anyway. Aye. He'll be back...
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Tom Woody
Date: 7/8/2025 1:50:00 PM
I'll bet
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Jacqueline Elston
Date: 7/8/2025 1:47:00 PM
They sure do know how to have a good time in an Irish pub.. l can vouch for that. l must get some Guinness in for Winter nights, but the bottle stuff doesnt taste the same as the real stuff as in Dublin.

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