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 eye
and will remain for many more
long after I die


I'm solemn above the briny stew
with thoughts of kin I never knew
fishing...

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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 hand is lonely.
It's in your touch I see it there in your eye.
All I can do is wonder why.
------chorus
Why can't...

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Red fog periphery
Thundering blood a counter point
Anger sharp clarity slows time to waken
ancestral soul fountains of spurting joys
Accentuated by the hard ball of regret
As she retreats to recharge
That sweetens the berserker rage
To drown reason in red
Storm seas of Scottish passion
Instantly free to destroy
Such are the...

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One Celt, Armed
 
 
Poetry by priests?
Who gives it more than mock attention?
We read their poems, yes,
 
author first, then the title,
finally the verse itself.
Not much, except for Hopkins.
 
We wait for Rome, you see,
to give us in addition to its saints
one more decent poet.
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With Waheed they had roughly dealt,
The bitterness still deeply felt.
Enroute did Celts him with stones pelt
And he's like the hit with strong belt
"Let's watch him smile and fail to melt"
He won't for all The South's veldt!"

Black Tourist facing Racist Celt:
Any time out of doors would...

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