Best Celt Poems

Upon the green hills of Cymru
I stand arrested by the veiw
of cryptic sea and ancient shore 
that stood ten thousand years before
they met my callow...

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YOUR WALMART GIRL
----verse 1
Sometimes some things just happen.
Sometimes we need a touch to help us get by.
When it's not there we wonder why.
I know your...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny...

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THE MAD SECRETARY

Hunched over the computer, I am  mystical,
With mental white gloves and a karate belt - 
A daylight cursor, but on my bicycle,
A...

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The Stalker

She sat quietly in her cottage house
I tried to be silent, not to rouse  
She was who she was, serene and my darkest...

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Wandering eyes piercing silent wounds
focusing on whatever temporarily resumed
wondering what havoc makes this love abound
never turning to look around
eyes only for each other
closer than a...

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Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair

His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display

Civilisation as he...

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IN PRAISE OF FOOTPATHS
Across the land a web of footpaths weave
The veins that nourished nation’s interaction
Cross chalk down ridge, and sylvan lane, conceived
By feet of...

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Don’t you know Job Terry? 
I thought everybody knew Job Terry

My name is Captain Job Terry,
my people from Kerry
But I a Poughkeepsie Celt.
I make a...

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Oscans, Ligures and the Apuli as known
Ancient Greek, Samnitics,  Sicanis and Celt
Indigenous tribes, one people with love grown
Capodanno Fiorentino o'er lands dwelt

Wine appellation of...

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CUCHULAINN'S CROSSING OF THE RIVER  (see BROTHERLY LOVE  part 2)

When warriors chant the songs of war
And toast the friends here and beyond
They hide...

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THE BIRTH OF MARSEILLE
This was the feast of a marriage decree,
first of his daughters to be,
but she must hide til the feasting was done,
before he'd...

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The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver...

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The runic pattern cast upon the ground, 
That calls wandering Celt to journey home,
To sacred lands where mighty kings were crowned,
And there hearts dwell while...

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MIMICKING FAME WITH DR. SEUSS

Dr Seuss,
You’re the man,
Let me try and mimic
You, if I can!
There’s a Zik,
In the Tick,
Of my Clock, 
And a Nouse,
In my...

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