Best Jig Poems

Doing an Irish Jig***

(To the music of The Bothy Band)
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So early in the morning,
If you looked, you
Couldn’t tell that I
Was really awake,
With my mind mixing
Through an...

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Horse with a wig?
Shoes on pig's feet
dance jig, on toes....

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When Irish eyes are smiling,
And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips,
That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of 
a faerie.

If in a wheat field the sheathes would glow ember's 
orange,
And the stalks rippled hypnotically in the air's current,
Under...

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The jig of emotions goes on.
Always our feelings are changing.
We’re happy. When sad, joy is gone.
Life events keep rearranging.

When happy, we kick and we hop.
The jig of emotions goes on.
Life’s tempo is quick; should it slow,
we feel some monotony . . . yawn.

When calm or...

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Goliath stood up straight and tall
But David knew that he would fall
Goliath was stoned
And everyone groaned
His shoelace tripped him after all!...

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Temptation has kept many warm
Every relationship has its right and wrong
Dissatisfaction is in everyone
More we want, younger can be better
Before your correction know personal preference has connection with emotional reference
Sexual desire can expire and still get fired
Judge not if you don't have experience
Some feelings you...

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The sun rose up this morning;
I danced a little jig.
I made sure no one noticed;
It wasn’t very big.
There was no whoop or holler,
Nor even a small screech.
Just a lightness in my step
As I drove off from the beach....

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For a St Patty’s day jig I need a pink pig.
His dog was irritated. His name was Quig.
I can dance a jig, just give me a swig.
His master shook his head, off popped his wig.

I need a jazzy curly-tailed dancer, he said to Quig.
The only...

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Writing poems is like a puzzle, we hunt to find words that fit right!...

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The brook claps over the tumbled rock bed
applauding the Spring thaw 
like a gaggle of Irish revelers;
setting the man high marsh grass 
to dance a slip jig in the bonnie breeze.

Returning Canadian geese chorus overhead
saluting the rippling waves
in the slate gray pond.
The white undersides of...

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They do it in halls, even farms,
it’s part of an Irishman’s charms;
but the whole world was shook
when Flynn found the lost book:
Irish Dance, Volume Two, The Arms....

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Swept away by infatuation's song
and tripped upon its awkward tempo...
we crept behind a tear where passion slept,
longing where dreams lie wide awake
and blind to desires hidden in view, yet
- you look through and see only mistakes.
Like the melody of a love song
when the lyrics are...

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Bursting, breaking free from stress with glee
Thankful heart welcomes joy of gracious worth
Praising God*for granting radiating, vibrant mirth
Ready to bask in hope, then toward glad sharing --- flee.

Cheerful to inspire others along praise delight
Victorious faith soars toward prayer-driven domain
Vanquishing worries, anxieties, and doubts of woeful...

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You don’t want to hear his laughter.
When this Father has to come down there
like in don’t make me come downstairs…

When the Lord laughs;
when he scoffs,
all bets are off.

You’ll be dizzy
when you see the hosts of heaven,
the giant scepter…
the crown.

He is enthroned in heaven.
There is no...

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On to Ireland

Don’t look for me here anymore,
I’m moving on to Ireland
On the morrow, for
I’ve only one voice and
It’s longing to sing!

Henceforth, I’ll work as a seamstress,
Stitching everyone’s wings
To the sides of their hearts…
There in Ireland
Where everyone sings,
You may find me in Dublin dancing
With the...

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