Best Fein Poems
St Patrick’s Alphabet
A is America land of the free
B is for Beatles as Irish as me
C is the great Cliffs of Moher so pretty
D is for Dublin the capital city
E is for Eire – true name of my land
F is for Fionn and the Fianna his band
G is for Guinness a world-famous name
H is for Hurling a rather rough game
I is my Island and what it creates
J is for Joyce, Stephens, Swift and Jack Yeats
K is King Niall and the old kings at Tara
L is a leprechaun called MacNamara
M is for mise, me fein and me too
N is for Nuala, Naoimh, Nora and crew
O is O’Reilly O’Keefe and their worth
P - Patrick saint in the land of my birth
Q is for quiz, gob, cailin and the rest
R is the River Shannon in the west
S is for Shamrock a flower of three
T is Tramore, Tullamore and Tralee
U is U2 who are still going strong
V is from Ulster – he’s Van Morrison
W – whiskey a very strong drink
X is eXcuse me no word can I think
Y is for You when like me you agree,
Z ’s not in Ireland there no last can be
When time has come... / Wenn die Zeit gekommen ist... / Cuando ha llegado el momento...
When time has come to say good-bye
to leave this earth in time,
then let me rest under a sad cypress
close to a field of rye.
And let my shroud of white
through darkest nights yet shine.
But don't lay roses down for me
as blossoms wilt to soon
and let a red moon rising high
for everyone to see
Wenn dann die Zeit gekommen ist
von dieser Welt zu geh'n
dann lasst mich ruh'n unter Zypressen
und nahe einem Feld mit Roggen
wo noch der Mohn und auch Kornblumen steh'n.
Und lasst dem weißen Totenhemd so fein
selbst in der tiefsten Nacht noch seinen Schein.
Doch keine Rosen sollt ihr legen,
denn Blüten welken viel zu schnell
und lasst den roten Mond
hoch oben sich bewegen
für alle sichtbar hell
Cuando ha llegado el momento de decir adiós
dejando esta tierra en mi tiempo,
déjame descansar bajo triste ciprés
y cerca de un campo de centeno.
Y dejar que mi sudario blanco
brilla a través de noche oscura de estreno
Que no me ponen rosas
como flores se marchiten rápido
y dejar la luna roja levantar
al alto cielo raro
y para todo bién visible claro
Note: Inspired by a song from Act II, Scene IV od Shakespeare's Twelfth Night
The familiar sound of gunshots
rings out in the dead of night,
As a sniper takes position in the
bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the
sound of many marching feet,
As 2 Para make their presence
felt upon a Belfast street,
Gerry Adams does a hard days
graft 'n' then it's homeward
bound,
As a British soldier just
nineteen lays bleeding on the
ground,
Well he fought for queen 'n'
country so it comes as no
surprise,
As he draws his last
breath,says a prayer and there
a hero dies,
So many slain civilians(they're
just casualties of war,
Do the f*ckers even realise
what it is they're fighting for?
Or has the whole point of it got
lost in the mists of time?
The Ira take credit for their
latest deadly crime,
In a safe house miles from
nowhere there's three loyalists
lying dead,
One in a grave (he was buried
alive) and two with one straight
through the head,
But the score it was evened
before the cock crowed,three
catholic civilians were slain,
And there's rumours of
vengeance and fights to the
death and calls to keep calm
from Sinn Fein,
As politicians armed with pens
sit counting up lost lives,
The Ulster Paramilitary sit
sharpening their knives,
And loading slugs into the clip
of someone else's gun,
"Come on now lads there's dirty
deeds awaiting to be done"
In Londonderry,County Down,in
Belfast,Newry too,
The Catholics and the
Protestants keep Ireland torn in
two,
As our children grow in the
shadow of fear,
There's a stench of death and
bloodshed here,
So you with the power please
give us the chance,
To find a solution and finish the
dance,
Give Ireland back to the Irish
pleeaasssse!
Or bring the whole damned
nation crashing down to its
knees.
Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
by: LP
edited: 7/30/13
That's that good dose of medication,
That stimulation,
That creme,
That protein
That good love that makes you Fein
Like a wet dream.
That **** that makes you cum
In your panties and jeans.
That mmmm that makes you wanna sing.
My Mr. Good Thing.
That relaxing touch.
Huh
Like a xanax pill.
That's that good -good,
That make you cook a full coarse meal.
That one hundred
That real.
Have you head over heels.
Make you suck his dick so good
Have him paying all your bills.
I'm so overwhelmed
By the joy that he brings.
I'm a black woman
Who honors her King.
He is mines, and mines alone.
My Mr. Good Thing.
No one can ever take his place
Or come in between.
The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,as II Para make thier presence felt upon a Belfast street,
Gerry Adams does a hard days graft and then it's homeward bound,as a British soldier just nineteen lays wounded on the ground,
Well he fought for Queen and country so it comes as no surprise,as he drew his last breath,said a prayer and there a hero dies,
So many slain civilians there just casualties of war,do these people even realise what it is they're fighting for?
Or has the whole point of it got lost in the mists of time,the I.R.A take credit for thier latest deadly crime,
In a safe-house miles from nowhere ther's three loyalists lying dead,one in a grave[he was buried alive]and two with one straight through the head,
But the score it was evened before the cock crowed three Catholic civilians were slain,and there's rumours of vengence and fights to the death and calls to keep calm from Sinn Fein,
As politicians armed with pens sit counting up lost lives,the Ulster Paramilitary sit sharpening thier knives,
And loading slugs into the clip of someone elses gun,cpme on now lads there's dirty deeds awaitin to be done,
In Londonderry,County Down,in Belfast,newry too,the catholics and the protestants keep Ireland torn into,
as our children grow up in the shadow of fear,there's a stench of death and bloodshen here,
So you with the power to give us a chance,let's find a solution and finish the dance,
give Ireland back to the Irish....please,or bring the whole damned nation crashing down to its knees.
The
familiar
sound
of
gunshots
rings
out
in
the
dead
of
night,as
a
sniper
takes
position
in
the
bushes
outta
sight,
Past
my
front
door
I
hear
the
sound
of
many
marching
feet,as
II
Para
make
their
presence
felt
upon
a
Belfast
street,
Gerry
Adams
does
a
hard
days
graft
and
then
its
homeward
bound,as
a
British
soldier
just
nineteen
lays
bleeding
on
the
ground,
Well
he
fought
for
Queen
and
country
so
it
comes
as
no
surprise,as
he
draws
his
last
breath,says
a
prayer
and
there
a
hero
dies,
So
many
slain
civilians
they're
just
casualties
of
war,do
the
f*ckers
even
realise
what
it
is
they're
fighting
for?
Or
has
the
whole
point
of
it
got
lost
in
the
mists
of
time,the
I'R'A
take
credit
for
their
latest
deadly
crime,
In
a
safehouse
miles
from
nowhere
there's
three
loyalists
lying
dead,one
in
a
grave
(he
was
buried
alive)and
two
with
one
straight
through
the
head,
But
the
score
it
was
even
before
the
cock
crowed,three
Catholic
civilians
were
slain,
And
there's
rumours
of
vengence
and
fights
to
the
death,and
calls
to
keep
calm
from
Sinn
Fein,
As
politicians
armed
with
pens
sit
counting
up
lost
lives,the
Ulster
Paramilitary
sit
sharpening
their
knives,
And
loading
slugs
into
the
clip
of
some
dead
soldiers
gun,"Come
on
now
lads
there's
dirty
deeds
still
waiting
to
be
done,
In
Londonderry,County
Down,in
Belfast,Newry
too,the
Catholics
and
the
protestants
keep
Ireland
torn
in
two,
As
children
grow
up
in
the
shadow
of
fear,there's
a
stench
of
death
and
bloodshed
here,
So
you
with
the
power
to
give
us
the
chance,lets
find
a
solution
and
finish
the
dance,
Give
Ireland
back
to
the
Irish...please!
or
bring
the
whole
damned
nation
crashing
down
to
its
knees.
No longer do they represent or even come close to Catholic values
they turn their back on those of us held loyal
with spiritual morals unable to address it as is
Murder to stand and promote supporting such an act cardinal sin
They no longer are a republican party lets straighten that point up
beginning and end as they have removed freedom from their banner
Death it comes with a price where history will speak of this treachery
turning against the law of God passed on to us by Patrick
they are the new age occult rising pagans against the cross
I can't believe
Just to think
How we bounced
Like springs
Puts a smile
On my cheeks
No jewel not a thing
Diamond rings
so unique
Your eyes when
u look at Me
I just fall
I'm free
When You
look at me
I can't breath
just Brings me
to my knees
Your my everything
My kingdoms queen
And if it's not obscene
You be the drug
I Fein for the thing
That lingers like
A needle sting
I just can't stop
You the one who stopped
My ships sinkin
Thinking of you and
Baby you saved me
From an
early grave see
And I just don't know
Any other way
To repay the day
You graced me with
Your face
we kiss
It was rivers raging
Fires flaming
Yes
Addiction has staind
Me
so I know if
I'm not the
Same me
I'm the blame
See
Of the things
I knew the dangers fro
Never talked to strangers
But now we have
Been tainted
Like a disease
So tell me if not
Maybe we'll see
Ultimately
My baby
my wife
My life
the flame
the light
The igniter
to strike
Desire
In my soul
My souls fire
the only
Thing that
makes me higher
I'm inspired
by a designer
I've grown tired
Of her crying
Tears like creeks
So please
Let me
be a shoulder
For when
she's weak
A blanket of love
to hold her
When she sleeps
The tears on her pillow
When she wheeps
Sleepin I'll be the hero
Her saves her in her dreams
Let me Kiss her cheeks
When she's lonely
and needs the company
I'll be a light
to her path
In the dark streets
when she's alone
Make me everything
shell need
If she ever seen
bad things
Give em to me
n fill Her dreams
with clean
I'm pleadin
take away
her demons
Theres 5000 reasons
why I'm
Pleading
She's everything I've
Wanted seen
or Ever needed
For her Ill bleed
Pints gallons streams.
Without Your Love
Without your love, my life
I feign would ebb away.
Without you love, that
kindled flame of passion’s fire,
would turn to ashes cold and gray.
Without your love, my heart
grows cold, my feelings dead.
Without your love, those moments
when we chance to meet,
would change from happiness to dread.
Without your love
these eyes these lips so lonely pout.
Without your love to free my
lonely spirit from it’s hideaway.
To ride kindred spirit, seeking it’s way out.
Charles Grady Henderson
May 13, 2020
Free as the independent woman that raised us
Don’t believe in every story
Allegories & fables
Fast for mournings ,Now I’m unplugged from the matrix
I once seen great things come to me When I’m humble & patient
Die young live fast ima hustler baby
Enlightened a fein about my dreams , But they just customers craving
I’m in love with the planet ,But I enjoy a comfortable spaceship
Green like marine corps beside Oliver North
Olive oil every pocket got multiply copies of corpse
Every slave visioned days of riding a horse
So I Kill for my freedom with no kind of remorse
The evening sun enhance my melanin
I embrace my new journey with everything i got within
As nights get dark I remember The police are not our friends
Yeah throw signs
My signature my name
Thumb prints and a picture
Nothing to claim
Feeling sain for a lil bit
You feel the same money better then gutter change and gum you spit
Under achevied my life ended with guts and spleins Fein for me drastically incomplete
Life and death what we all seek
Take a peek I still haven't reached my peak
Still trying find light when it's a dark night
Outlined figures sneaky but don't wanna fight
Every sigh like stepn on a sticker
It a fling a flick that don't stick
Just a quick pic slang talk dope talk
Lol wink face gun shot
Doctor fix this
Sicko mode
Pm am lose mind
Gram 3.2 for sold
Got the hook cause g-code
Till you get your fix
So fresh like a alpine
Hanging from your mirror
Like a crusifix
I'm fine Superior
I've asked this question before,
but I'm going to ask it once more,
If religion is right and your God has the might,
where is the need to bicker and fight?
How strong is the faith you subscribe to,
if it's strong then it needs no defence,
If the message it sends is divine,
it will be seen as being sublime.
If someone insults you, don’t be so intense,
To feel you should kill him, it doesn't make sense,
And God, in his wisdom, will not take the blame,
For you using his name, in the killing game.
You cannot be more insulting to God,
than to take a life, that he has created,
For religion's sake, is the excuse that you make,
but that is just belated.
And we both know, that man is dead,
Because, he is someone you hated,
If religion espouses hatred and death,
those doctrines came not, from God's sweet breath.
Has religion represented God well on earth,
The Creator of all, since man's first birth?
Well Cromwell Massacred the Irish,
sinn fein killed 3000 up north,
In Gujarat, many Muslims were killed,
by Hindus I think you will find,
The Armenians were slaughtered by Turkish forces,
At the time, no one seemed to mind.
The biggest massacre the holocaust,
should never ever be forgotten,
Or else mankind is condemned to be,
forever truly rotten,
And it is from those who survived,
That a nation in hope, was derived.
If that hope can be shared for the good,
And all aspirations are mutually understood.
Then the hopes of a people who are just like you,
And if for a moment, you balance all points of view.
The Palestinian aspirations are easy to see,
they Just want control of their own destiny.
This feeling buried under my skin when love hits me makes me itch like a fein for
dope I dont know how to explain the things that love will have you doing
somethings become to deep so I ask my self how deep is love some times it can
have you on a cloud like your floating so easy to bring you down like walls in a
building being demolished so what can love bring you in this world but pain mistrust
jealousy and hate but they say love is like chocolate sweet rich good satisfying or
could it be me as I watch those in love hold hands dancing to the tunes that loving
someone brings their soul are satisfied their smiles reveal love their laughs reveal
lust so I again ask myself is it me maybe those who have tried to love me I have
broken them to the point that love didnt matter anymore am I that blind that I cant
see love in front of me tyrone said loving me was harder than predicting the
weather laughing as I dug deeper into his soul eating his love feeding my lust with
his feelings so how deep is love deeper then I have been digging detroying lives as
I moved on to the next playing as I loved to love those who were loving me they
were blind to see the vixen as she came to seek and detroy love so how deep is
love I use to believe love was a gift but to love does not mean love I AM the VIXEN
OF LOVE I AM the VIXEN OF LUST I love to lust AND LUST LOVES TO LOVE ME WE ARE
ONE thats how deep my love goes
CARMALITA
The cold and the shakes are coming back
And I know it's about that time.
I slide the needle in and I'm on track
Because the sense of peace is sublime.
My bank account is in the red,
And my supply has already run out.
I know I won't stop until I'm dead
Because the need is a constant shout.
Falling on hard times is what I fein
As I panhandle for your change.
I need it flowing in my vein,
Or else my mind will derange.
Itching for another hit
Panic sets in
Will I get it?
Will I ever win?
Finally I have enough for now,
But I will always need more.
To its call I will forever bow
Because without it, I'd fall to the floor. (3)