Best Blarney Poems

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The famous Blarney Stone, some can't resist
When in Ireland, it's on tourist's checklist
But do not be deceived
If it's to be achieved
Some help from friends...

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I walk the path amid the trees
Where footsteps of the past have tread
Where ancient stones of Blarney please,
Where lips upon the stone are wed.

My roots run deep with Irish blood
and County Cork's where my folk hale.
There Blarney meets where tourists flood
to kiss the stone below...

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Blarney 

Recall
With me
A time
Long passed...
Back when
Dragons'
Fame was
Ablaze ...
Knights would 
Slay them. 
Dwarves would
Cheat them. 

No one
Loved a 
Dragon. 

Gossip 
Spewed out
Far and
Swiftly;
Bounties 
On their
Heads were
Posted. 
So great 
Was the
Murder
And fear,
Dragons 
Took to
Hiding. 

They hid
In caves
And in
Castles. 
They hid
In the 
Mountains. 
They hid...
They hid...
They hid...
Still all
Were...

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If I were a stone what one would I be?

I'd want to be one, everyone wants to see!

     Like they would for a star,

     folks would come from afar

just to visit the Castle and "ME"!


At Blarney Castle...

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I walk the path amid the trees
where footsteps of the past have tread.
Where ancient stones of Blarney please,
where lips upon the stone are wed.

My roots run deep with Irish blood
and County Cork's where my folk hail.
There Blarney meets where tourists flood
to kiss the stone below...

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a didactic poem

When eloquence leaves you a’wanting,
if verbal effluence you’re flaunting,
should your audience appear daunting,
kiss the Blarney Stone.

     I climbed the circular tower,
     reached the hundred ninety-third step, 
     and waded through unhurried...

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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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yes, this daft punk pink animal from farm ville will newt axe
any thank u mooch positive word does not rick choir whet backs
now i hold out virtual fig leaf tub buffer 
   end share fiber filled meal of flax
sitting on porcelain throne, while...

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The Blarney Stone
It was a bucket list I had to fill
I puckered up and felt the chill
The stone was cold upon my lips
The ledge was hard beneath my hips
Within my head a bell had rung
And words were forming on my tongue
Stories for the young and...

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I suppose the prez is proud of his mealy-mouthed spokesman Carney.

('Carnies' are carnival touts famous for spewing a heap of blarney!)

I think I'm quite well-versed and understand the English language well

But when I hear his party-line spin on things, I get perturbed as hell!

Carney keeps...

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tis what happens when ya’ be kissin’ the Blarney Stone
although I never did~ they don’t wipe between kissers
and my wonderful wife said I didn’t need to~ my gift of gab comes naturally	


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heading to Blarney Castel to get me some....
Cork, Ireland, here I come!
To give the Blarney Stone a kiss,
means I will be a more persuasive miss

I can hardly contain my joy, with my new blips
new flattery will gently flow from my lips.
I have always wanted the...

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"There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, OH! He never misses, to grow eloquent" Author not mentioned at link to Blarney Stone - Blarney Castle

I walk the path amid the trees 
Where footsteps even now are tread,
where ancient stones of Blarney please, 
and lips...

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In Cork’s old heart
As poetic whispers play,
This district thrives
And tales hold sway.

Oh, Blarney, 
A place for words to craft and flow,
In the realm of stories, 
As hearts jump and glow.

Upon a lofty fortress 
Ancient and grand,
The rock of eloquence
A boon to the land.

Brushed by the...

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If your favorite color is green and of the Emerald Isles you dream, you might be Irish. If when you kissed the Blarney Stone you knew at las you were at home, you might be Irish. If you believe in leprechauns and fairies and hidden...

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