Best Hibernia Poems

Courage held In heart of Lion 
Celtic memory of ancient reunion 
In arena of Death's bloody passion 
Lion's fight for life the prize 
Swords held high salute the Caesar 
Two giants hold their swords down low 
Back to back now Celtic Lions 
The Caesar drops...

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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of an ice wall crunches, enforcing southward retreat
  remoulding the land for the next migration
  steady thawing reveals a...

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Newfoundlanders can row, you should see some of'em go,
when they puts a punt on a pond. 
But I don't like this mess, all this Race foolishness,
I'd never seen so much goings on.

If you wants to see someone rowing, 
you needs to be going, 
to a...

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The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns!
An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins!
A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes,
To celebrate the holiday with the Wearin' O' The Greens!

O'Sullivans, O'Shaughnessys, O'Reillys and O'Neils,
Will be...

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The scent of the sea in Erin's cool air
Captivates me and I wish I were there.

Such colors displayed in ivy that crawls
Weaving its way over ancient rock walls.

I recall my awe of every hue
The last time I bid sweet Erin adieu.

I felt embraced by Autumn's...

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coming out enchanting 
a harp playing 
bewitching music 
from an irish sea
from the mist of hibernia
entering a cold mystical island
a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean
dressed in her forty shades of green
her lush finery 
from the land of the leprechaun
king of the fairies

tales of...

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The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns!
An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins!
A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes,
To celebrate the holiday with the Wearin' O' the Greens!

O'Sullivans, O'Shaughnessys, O'Reillys and O'Neils,
Will be...

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Bird around the bay of white and swoops aloft the air
Descends upon the deck and lays a top a chair
Dear bird me thinks I leave my land to forage and to bare
And now my suit has got your fruits on shoulder and on hair

Tis luck...

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As the sun fades o’er the water and birds chatter in the grove,
Two old, wrinkled, weary thinkers wander slowly by the cove.
Waves advancing and receding from the edges of the sea
Bring a bittersweet reminder of the things which failed to be.

Like the gloom above the...

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Blood Brothers

As one, in life, they tug their craft
Over the sun bleached sands 
Salt air fills heaving chests 
The tide beckons with friendly waves.

They float over foam, spray in their eyes,
Laughs mix with the great loon’s cries
ruddy lads on Harbor Cork
empty hunger left ashore

The fertile...

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Hy-Brasil

Out a’high in lashin’ waves 
a’crashin’ anger’d sea

b’yond Albion an’ Hibernia
where mists a’shadow’d, lowly 

o’ magical Isle o’ Hy-Brasil
tentacl’d ocean beast ther’ tore

fear’d sailors away lest they would set
o’er realms o’Gods who saw

o’ bare foot giants wi’ call o’ crow
blacken’d eyes an’ skies sang red

they...

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