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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 across glens do blow take life, a bit , more slow He stood in front of oak wood bar his drink upon the table he hadn't traveled very far by horseback he was able He was a handsome strong built guy and the apple in mothers eye and he was just a lowly farmers boy but his fathers proudest joy He was asked by all to sing a tune amongst the smoky room and the fiddle trios were up and playing and then all the feet could not stop 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 and across the room but outside the storm was blowing but his voice so clear chased away all gloom as the song,, they were all knowing Then everyone was standing, clapping for him to sing again so he had a swig of black gold Guinness and bowed, as if he'd finished The fire in grate burnt orange bright gave room a welcome light and then all voices cheered for more so he smiled and back to floor A ballad this time he softly sang i'm told about his love and when the flow of words began emotions , all overcome 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 heart of joy and he was his fathers boy but in War , so very 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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