Best Bens Poems

Erin Go Bragh 

At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands,
The home of such creative hands
Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.
As sun poured through the misty sky,
Shedding warmth with...

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At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands

Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.

As sun poured through the misty sky
Shedding warmth with its golden eye,

I...

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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an Irish nation half-wrenched from a bloodied and wearied empire
  red royalist hands command the northeastern corner
  southern civil...

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A misty Scottish gale blows fierce
From the grey that clouds the hills
I step onto her western way
Desolate, damp and chilled

Her grasses grow brown and lavender
Stretching as far as I can see
While Hill tops and the horizon
Lead me deep into a peaty sea

From the banks of...

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As the wind rolls cold of the mountain plain
As the Hindu Kush rises like skyscrapers to Gods name
But these are not my mountains and the wind is not the same
So as my plane takes off im glad im headed hame

Back to the lowlands of the...

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This is the first in a trilogy of poems that comprise the first 2 years of big bens career as the Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback so sit back and enjoy.

I was at my favorite sports bar
Rooting on my favorite team
They were playing hard
Up on the big...

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I got my mind on my money and money on my mind/
Cat scan if you like you'll tell I ain't lying/
Verse One
Money is all I know all I see and remember/
From January to December I'm about seeing my figure/
From big Bens down to the pennies...

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Bicycle ride on Skye

We’re off on a bike ride, brother Mick and I,
From Portree to Staffin, on the Island of Skye.
Sandwich for lunch, by the old man of Storr,
A stop at Culnacnoc, but not sure what for.

Over the Bens, down through the Glens,
Making good speed...

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I used to eat orange peels in your Chevy car…
Let me be…my luck is long gone…
You hurt my heart…and torn it to shreds…

S H R E D S . . . . 

You left me and kissed me goodbye
Forget and forgive is what I’ve learned...

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Don't get confused on what's really green. The henna........the trees.....the herb....the eyes......money isn't green, it's as dark as the evil it possesses , how greedy it makes us , all of us. Couldn't possibly picture happy life without the....don't need things to crave them. One...

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Away back in time many centuries ago,
In the land that I live and know best,
Things were not quite so easy,
You struggled and life was a test,

A man would do all he had to,
Survival the name of the game,
Be it cheat, steal or murder,
Every mans rules...

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It was in Westland that I met this barmaid, 
She looked fragile,and complexed with manifestations of excellence, 
That very night I sat exactly after four seperated bevies nailing myself to eminence, 
Kindly when she served me a bottle of drink, 
I spotlighted her beauty towards...

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Announcement to Shepherds
Luke 2:8-20

Luke: “Nearby shepherds were living in the fields,
Guarding their sheep at night. 9 The Lord’s angel,
Stood before them, the Lord’s glory shone [yields],
Around them, and they were terrified [the dell].

10 The angel said, ‘Don’t be afraid! Look! [mind],
I bring good news to...

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Nós chegamos
Nós vagamos
E nós vamos
Isso é tudo que sabemos.

Nós viemos para a terra
Nós vagamos pela terra
E saímos sem nada
Sem dinheiro, bens e centavos.

Dizemos bom dia
Nós conversamos, rimos e cantamos
E nós fugimos sem nada
Sem irmãos, sem terras e sem vínculos.

PS Tradução de 'And We Depart With...

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There are new times in America today, does theology come into play? To blame U.S. policy 
is not the way.

Can we prove a nation standing as one, inflict more damage than a suicidal minion.
 
History tells a story to all that bens an ear, in...

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