Best Derry Poems
Watch out, guys!
"Clap hands, clap hands,
Till father comes home,
For father's got money"
Children play a game called "King of the Hill"
"Ena, mena, mona, mite.
Pasca, laura, bona, bite.
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread.
Stick, stock, stone dead"
He is great in business, real estate and entertainment
"Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady"
What are his politics and faith
"It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go,
It's a long way to Tipperary"
He just talked about his D*ck size
"Rumour, rumour, pump and derry*
Prick his heart and burn his body
And send his soul to purgatory"
(*Derry means to have a strong dislike for something)
Millions of ordinary Americans support him 100%
"My Mother said, I never should
Play with the gypsies in the wood"
He says "I will be the greatest jobs presidential that God ever created."
"The fox went on a chilly night,
He prayed to the moon to give him light,
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the
Town-o, town-o, town-o,"
Donald Trump will he win or lose
"Round and round the earth is turning,
Turning always into morning,
And from morning into night"
Owner of one of the most famous commercial jet aircraft in the world is 747
................... fly free
"Glory to the newborn King,
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!"
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies "
08.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Songs & Rhymes In English
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( … if you catch me doing one of these.)
Naming any baby Finton,
voting for Hillary Clinton,
complimenting Nascar,
moving to Nebraska,
using "literally" to mean "very",
calling Derry Londonderry,
uttering the word "redact",
claiming Johnny Depp can act,
saying society's to blame,
mentioning fifteen minutes of fame,
feeling sorry for Amanda Knox,
watching anything on Fox,
or even one second of Jerry Springer,
making speech marks with my fingers,
drinking alcohol alone,
admiring Sharon Stone,
labelling anyone a pagan,
sighing "bring back Ronald Reagan",
playing Rod Stewart's "We Are Sailing",
paying money to see Van Halen ...
(and if ever, instead of clever,
I say smart,
I promise to wear -
right there -
a target across my heart.)
Soldier F was charged today
Disgusted is all I can say
Doing a job in times gone by
Ask yourselves the reason why
Deployed there at the governments request
Where's your loyalty out of interest
He done what others wouldn't do
So your life today wouldn't be blue
Went over there on demand
On orders given by this land
To help the people who soon would hate
47 years on he meets his fate
The bogside in Derry is where this was
Protesters and rioters present for there cause
Petrol bombs and broken glass
What would you do is what I ask
Fight for your Country the posters did say
Don't let terrorists get in the way
Bring them to justice for atrocities carried out
Not the soldier who came to your shout
Now every soldier has done there bit
Showing true British grit
Not easy being on receiving end
Not knowing if enemy or friend
The bit that hurts those that have served
Unfair treatment not deserved
Soldier F should be let free
He did his bit for liberty
So judge and jury and public spirit
Open your eyes could you have done it
March amongst all the chaos and debris
To help those who want to be free
Born on March 26th 1874 in San Francisco
Where the streets are filled with dining alfresco
At age eleven his father passed
Then relocated to Lawrence Mass.
From the hills and the pastures blowing free
His words ran so deep and scrupulously dreamy
In the 1900’s he began forward to Derry New Hampshire
Where the broken apple limbs made fair bushfire
Sweet fields swayed and the autumn sighed
Robert was devoted to nature and the great outside
Blooming vivid colors in the musty breeze
Burnt amber firewood rests in columns and is seized
Frozen grounds and lanterns aglow
Heaps of clad earth dancing around the spruce in a row
Where impulsive minds were left to wander
A glorious view of the silvery birch around yonder
There a hunger grew like no other, and emerged
In the myths of his seclusion inspiration ran with an urge
So there he traveled the courses
On posed dapple-grey horses
Spent time in his teaching
Always in hopes of reaching
Though suffered many a personal tragedy in succession
He later settled in Ripton Vermont and continued his profession
Frost received the Pulitzer Prize for poetry four times in his life
Having succeeding many children and a wife
Robert Frost died on January 29, 1963, having had four children
And six grandchildren, and eleven great-grandchildren
He is and will always be regarded a master-poet and writer
Leaving piles of verse for all to read thus making life brighter
Along ta derry ga de hance
‘til dawn we sit, amid, astance.
And once the full moon rises on’t
Da mid awhorl doth all we want.
But soon ta blacken brot a gri,
wit stil da crackon akabree--
And once t’gin ta ram da moot
Dow noland farce th’ wil ka soot!
A packa shoon curl tabard sheath
And when we drather forka beeth,
Is wan ‘taback the cabbarth shoe
Around about will strike the moon.
The will soon eddy wine dak crown,
To ramble on the turtle drown.
We pounce upon the blackened brot
‘twas crackon gole th’ trei be shot!
A Scotsman whose mum called him, "Mary"
Was sent to a doctor in Derry
Before his eyes
He was circumcised
(Its a wrong way to tip her fairy)!
* * * *
A lady described as "well-built"
had wondered, "What's under yon kilt?"
She lifted the plaid
And was ever so sad
To discover a Scotsman called "Wilt"!
Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.
The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer in the valley, was the only neighbor, like waves of no reply.
Still, school hours were fun for Stella, like rollicking days of summer;
When plum sun, waltzed with stars of glitter, often going undercover.
Stella, at times, threw coins in their well, to wish for a special friend,
Besides the birds and blooms of beauty, and rolling hills of never end.
As faint rays forgive after furious storm, distant family came, finally;
In fancy days of dinnerplate dahlias, of gold, pink, or maroon vitality.
Stella lived in the house of empty rooms, that recollected sunny joys;
There the nostalgic past, argued with hopeful future, making no noise.
A purple path close to their front door, seemed painted with petunias;
In amethyst days of evening sparkle, and sunrises, the hue of peaches.
Numerous nightingales sang at hiigh noon, when new neighbors called;
In notable, precious moments, not ever forgotten-redolence enthralled!
'String of hearts plants,' trailed love petals, as 'oyster plant,' culled gems.
The rich pink, 'quill blooms,' shot daggers, like vexed queens, in diadems.
'Enchanting hostas' charmed summer moon, as 'elephant ears,' harked;
Then 'rising sun redbud' trees sang, with dawn on gloss petals, marked.
Stella still wandered to the well to wish, some afternoons and evenings,
As some yet gaze at mysterious stars, to uncover astrological meanings.
Stella was reading in her favorite spot, on a day of hot, persimmon sun;
And she looked up and saw a girl her age. A new friendship was begun!
Veronica was the daughter of the farmer in the dell, who was divorced;
And she was now living with him. Stella was invited to dinner, of course.
In time, Stella and her mom got to know, their nearest neighbors, well;
For Stella got her wish, when her mother married the farmer in the dell.
'The farmer in the dell.
The farmer in the dell.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer in the dell.
The farmer takes a wife.
The farmer takes a wife.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer takes a wife.
The wife takes a child.
The wife takes a child.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The wife takes a child.'
I've two computers I'd like to sell,
They're old, but they both still work very well.
They are Windows desktops, aka, a PC,
One browses with Firefox,
And one with IE.
I can't recall, now, which is which,
But as near as I can tell,
The latter's in the Acer,
And the former in the Dell.
Doctor Mcklosky for speaking of truth, mic muted by a judge?
Who sides with un-sooth? Not a doctor to refute her.?? I
Must take it in ( yet a minion of saturn ) in robes black as sin.' Taking no heed of (one hundred thousand dr's more)
Has denied Derry's people by applying un-law full of false
Gravitas is this person no doubt!! Ensconsed in affluence
With a hard dirty snout, immersed in the trough now thats
My (take away) can you beleive how far lifes fallen? Yet
Let Derry's people have last say.!
Daydreaming holding your hands love
we came to the great walls of Derry
sitting on the riverbank arising dream
awakening sweetly pointing out its guns
felt like singing into your ear
your an adorable dream
about this armored city enchanting castles
trying to give you each and every day
that very special bit of magic glow
I was drawing pictures for you smiling
saying how romantic sweet it felt for me,
saying I thought it looked like a great battleship
posing showing her strength
or even pirates on land smiling
overlooking the river Foyle sings out from the ripples,
drawing how softly I saw it in my childhood vision
only now adoring you the heart's queen
It really sparkled telling you love
this the first time with anyone,
sharing this was with you honey
just out of this world
most loving of all dreams
sparkled in such amazing beauty
I remember reaching over softly to kiss you
sweetie holding your hand just love your shyness
thinking back with such gentle warmness
truly my soul mate your smile shines in the mirrors,
thanking God for having found you
I am so happy this day such a memory
with such a dream never ending blissful thoughts
feelings of such joy spilling over
just loving you so beautiful warm flickering the firelight
so sorry if in any way I ever offend thee ,truly ,
never will it be my intention or will
as the love for you grows stronger
in the passing of each new moon
each day with you beautiful
never will i forget me not
beautiful flower you are baby
the secret vessel who shot me down good .
I am drunk, stoned, woozy and tipsy
Drinking beer, brandy and whiskey,
Swinging with abandon like a gipsy.
Kinda crazy, sozzled but hella merry…
Ha, Mary, kiss me! And Yo Sherry,
Your luscious lips, red as a ripe cherry…
Yoo-hoo, life could be a ding-a-derry.
The unsavory past is but long forgotten
Life’s more fun now and not at all rotten
The hurt is bearable and the pain lessen
Since flirting with this devious devil often
Brings me bliss and heartaches soften.
Like little children laugh, dance and sing
All summer, winter, autumn and spring,
With a passionate heart I bid you to bring
lots of hugs, kisses and joyful yodeling.
~A Brian Strand contest.
Contest: Addiction
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
Dark Clouds Don't Discriminate February 13, 2016
Walking together on a Derry Street
Peace on our mind, no retreat
Young and old walking our dreams
Civil rights for all, how simple it seems
Harassed as we walk on freedoms way
A better life for our people is on the way
United we stand, divided we fall
We remember the day, we remember them all
Brothers and sisters, mothers and dads
Bullets of death in Derry so sad
From a march of peace without goodbye
Fourteen people forced to die
The dark clouds came and brought the rain
Never to walk the small streets again
Dark clouds don't discriminate
Civil rights marchers met their fate
Goodbye each one, some mothers son
Your final journey just begun
Walking together on a Derry street
Peace on our mind, no retreat
Gerrard McGeachy
They were Lilly Whites from Kildare,
And Boggers from County Clare,
Herring Gutters from Donegal
And Dubliner Jackeens.
They were Goat Suckers, Slaneysiders,
Magpies and Rossies.
They were Kellys, and Murrays,
O’Carrols, and Moores,
They were Campbells, MacMurphys, and Dunns.
One claimed he’s from the Hill of Tara,
Another, from Tyrone among the brush.
They came for the work on the Schuylkill Canal.
They came for the work on the railway.
They came for the love of those lonesome Colleens
They left at the dockside in Derry.
They worked and they drank,
And they gambled and swore,
And they prayed for the saints’ intercession.
A few sought the balm of a comforting whore,
Then mumbled their sins at confession.
They offered their immigrant muscle and sweat,
Like Hercules hard at his labors,
And carved out the tunnels and fashioned the locks
That helped build their grandchildren’s nation.
I'm going to fly,
and see Ireland,
The Emerald Isle,
My ticket's in hand.
Visit in a pub,
drink pints awhile.
Joke with the Locals,
carouse, laugh and smile.
Eat real Irish stew,
brown wheaten bread too.
Then go explore,
old castles of yore.
It's a must to make merry,
in walled London Derry.
All Through Halloween,
the Ghouls intervene.
Walk in fields of Heather,
A Musky purple scene.
Fragrance light as a feather,
Pristine and Serene.
Stay there at Galway,
for a few days.
Fish in the river,
or on the bay.
Have to see the Blarney,
and give it a big kiss.
Wish for some good luck,
but that's hit or miss.
I'm going to fly,
and see Ireland.
The Emerald Isle,
Spend time with Old Friend's.
K hristeena starts a new job.
H ope her day is going well.
R eally enjoyed the fun we had
I n Derry on
S aturday.
T hey better treat her well or
E velyn will be a cross boss.
E very woman will
N ow be blessed to have
A caring angel in Colposcopy.