Best Jigs Poems

aye …

on such
divine evenings, thus,
are perfect odes not freely spun?
the Perseids, dancing their
jocund jigs -
capricious, evanescent stripes of
golden ire under a tapestry
of wonders …
watching rapt,...

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Roads rising up from Irish mists in merry jigs
To the flowing tenor song
Sung by the River Boyne born from Tara's Keep
As Patrick's paschal fire
Weaves truth...

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In the center of a fresh pageant,
she throttles like a mythical woman
quick to dance among open flowers,
whirling like a hundred stars
with curves round and breasts...

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The day the asteroid arrived the dinosaurs were playing,
With toys and bats and balls and things, some dancing jigs and swaying.
Young Betty Brontosaurus was renowned...

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Another bash 

   Careening dancers emerge

Frenzied

           Gyrating haplessly into jigs

   ...

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Will you whisk me
far away
from the only
life I've known?

Can we step
into the froth
and set sail
to a distant home?

Will we travel
light as gypsies
dancing jigs
to exotic tunes?

Can...

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I'm a piece of Ireland, far away across the sea,?
American I've become but I'm very proud to be?
Forever Irish; and forty shades of green?
I sing...

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Like an impetuous dash of time
Everyone  are frenziedly falling in line
As we all eagerly await  at the carpeted  floor
The arrival of our...

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The body summons the soul
And together they commune 
With breathe of burning ardour...

Compose baritone in concordance
Of larghetto soprano….

Mesh with pulsating beat
Of Deep throbbing heart 
Possess...

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Has anyone seen my ding a ling? 
You wouldn’t dare ask “what is it”.
I will just say it’s the cutest thing.

It must be a cousin...

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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...

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As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette...

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There once were three magical pigs.
They were neighbors that danced the jig.
The wolf in the valley
Sometimes walked down their alley.
He was hungry for one 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...

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Joyful jolly jigs and jests,
Jump and jive, no time to rest.
Joining hands, a joyful crew,
Joking, laughing, joy anew.

Jazzy tunes, a joyful beat,
Jingling bells, a jolly...

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