Best Maypole Poems

Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,    
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber. 
Spring bows...

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LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE

Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine
as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole.
Behold, this sky...

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The complexities of life colours our world
We are taken on a long and sometimes complicated journey
Like being on a roller coaster where there are many...

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Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
where schemes we might plan can get tangled with dreams 

The things I had dreamed of, to better...

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The land shrugs off the chill of winter
And emerges into spring’s full beauty.
The things barren bloom hereafter.
People remember me as an icon of vitality
I am...

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From a roulette of colored bands,
sewn by the pole of Maytime’s cheer
round and round, we dance lively swirls
encircling the gilded carousels.
Floats of laughter merrily wafts
as...

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In…out…ribbons held
Around, around, the Maypole,
Building as they go…
Around, around, in and out…
Weaving patterns in their dance.

In…out…days of life,
Around, around through the years,
Building as we go…
Around,...

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The dancers weave, their threads are wound;
some gold, some red, some darkest brown.
Their cords (our lives) spun to the sound
of Mother Earth changing her gown.

Some...

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Let laughter ring, for here comes Spring.
With warbling birds we gaily sing.
As wizened Winter turns and goes,
March promptly puffs her cheeks and blows!

The Old Man’s...

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May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be 
the  only free day when no...

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Lady, weave Your circle tight
With a web of living light 
Earth and Air and Fire and Water
Bind us to you.


MacDermot, the Prince of Coolavin came
to...

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I

I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A...

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Once upon an autumn eve,
faeries danced among the leaves
of a great old oak, deep in the woods,
that sits behind my neighborhood.

So delicate, these sprites, they...

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As the music flows in my mind and soul, 
I dance around in the sun kissed fragrant fields, 
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass....

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Morning assembly
Classroom hell
Couldn't count couldn't spel
School books and fountain pens
Playing in the playground with all my friends
Gobstoppers and chewing gum
Plastic sandals boys shorts to hide...

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