Best Clare Poems

Going wild about Clare 

     Where hills lay barren, and bedrock’s stripped bare
              let me take you away to county Clare 
     Huge cliffs...

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Gather round all you little kiddies
Got a story I'd like to share
Bout a tiny mouse named Bartholomew
And a dirty big bear called Clare!

Now Clare wasn't the least bit happy
His name sounded a wee bit girly
Had a wee mousey friend Bartholomew
Who's name sounded strong and burly!

So...

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Basking in Moonshine, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Claire de lune

(Translation of Paul Verlaine’s  « Claire de lune » by T. Wignesan. Again I try to keep to the original syntactic patterns and visible layout, but I must admit I could produce other renderings which...

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Gather round all you little kiddies
Got a story I'd like to share
Bout a tiny mouse named Bartholomew
And a dirty big bear called Clare!

Now Clare wasn't the least bit happy
His name sounded a wee bit girly
Had a wee mousey friend Bartholomew
Who's name sounded strong and burly!

So...

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I do salute your Irish gall. 'You' have the balls, I should say,
Among Western hens that lie down false super-cocks to obey.
Let them cluck, wear beards, have moustache to pretend they, too, are men.
'You' and the likes of 'you', Lady, mold the future peace today.

Let...

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Gather round all you little kiddies
Got a story I'd like to share
Bout a tiny mouse named Bartholomew
And a hulking big bear called Clare!

Now Clare wasn't the least bit happy
That his name sounded quite a bit girly
Had a wee mousey friend Bartholomew
Who's name sounded strong and...

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John Clare 'I AM '

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Here sits Clare, a lonely sole the outer self, long gone
Her human spirit departed her, as did her lover, John
John left Clare for a younger lass, he left her for a wench
Now she sits out her lonely days, on a lonely old park bench
Yellowed bone...

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For two and half centuries standing lone
witnessed how people's thought process have grown;
Decades of sighting made me to discern
the way people behave made me perturb.
Is it that the human value system
debased; what about the old tradition?
Respect for tree missing, they're destroying
nature too, creating its annoyance.
Migrating...

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Northampton peasant John Clare
penned verse sans a care
His teenage love Miss Mary Joyce
ever his poetic first choice...

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These nights that he told me
He had to work late
He was out having drinks
With secretary Kate!

She drove through the night
Past the old Starlight Inn
Where she noticed Jack's car
As he wallowed in sin

Stalking the rooms
Wife crept like a mouse
With secret intentions
Of shooting the louse

In room number...

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Twas the night before Christmas
And Jack wasn't there
He was out with a blonde
With long flowing hair

His wife Clare arranged for six neighbours to dine
But Jack and his gal were sipping red wine
Wifey had visions of Jack falling lame
Never suspecting he was out with some dame

The...

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