Best Patricks Poems
Leprechauns climbing in my chimney
Peeking at me with their red beards, waving.
Rainbow magic, sparkling my kitchen.
Making me hungry for all that I'm craving.
Shamrocks alive in my glorious pasture.
Running toward my house, none of them faster.
I roll around in my clover, loving March so.
The Seventeenth is always a tremendous show.
There is so much to finish, so much to do!
I am expecting company, sixteen, or maybe twenty-two.
The parades, the excitement, the ales, the green beer.
It is a fantastic time, when St Patty's Day finally gets here!
~Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Verse)
St. Patrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green
They drink beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks
St. Patrick's Day
is day of magic
merry and laughter
people celebrate
drink eat and have fun with friends
some just have a ball
Might see leprachaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at end of rainbow
I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.17.2015
IN GOD I TRUST!
~Very Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Style)
St. Patrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green
They drink green beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks
St. Patrick's Day
is a day of magic
merry and laughter
people celebrate
drink eat, have fun with family friends
some also dance, have a ball
Might see a Leprechaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at the end of a rainbow
I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
March.17.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Wishing You And Yours a Very Happy And Safe St. Patrick's Day!
Shamrock
on frock
Be green
When seen
The poor lad was sixteen when they kidnapped him
They took him from England to Ireland but the boy did not sin.
His father was a Deacon and his grandfather was a Priest
Who would have thought this would have started
The St Patrick’s Day’s once yearly feast.
A feast back in tradition that was of bacon and beans
Not only has that changed, but the colour has from blue to green
Patrick did escape his capture; he said God told him he must.
He returned to England where he took his confessor into his trust.
He studied to be a priest and then set back off to Ireland
He was a clever man; he taught and held up in his hand…
A piece of shamrock, to us the three leafed clover
A teaching for the trinity and he won lots of them over.
Upon his death on Patrick’s day the feasting and drinking does begin
The wearing of the green and there is a little bit of sin
The pubs were closed at one time, to stop the Irish fun
But now it has spread worldwide so Happy St Patrick’s everyone.
© 06/02/2013
Contest entry for: An Irish Poem
~Very Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Verse)
St. Patrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green
They drink green beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks
St. Patrick's Day
is a day of magic
merry and laughter
people celebrate
drink eat, have fun with family friends
some just have a ball
Might see a Leprechaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at the end of a rainbow
I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
March.17.2016
Wishing You And Yours a Very Happy And Safe St. Patrick's Day!
The Irish soda bread baking
All the people are waking
Preparing for the big day
You better get out of the way
Cause the leprechaun’s are about
Their mischief might make you shout
Everyone is wearing the green
The town square is a great scene
With Irish flags and the shamrock
And a great bong from the town clock
Announcing the grand parade
With Irish music being played
Everyone shouts hooray
And agrees it was a great day
is there room for the Irish in the good ole USA?
room for the hanging of the greens, Hennessey O’Shay?
we will hang this flag over our tavern on Tuesday.
Irish parade will come by and leave a bit of Celtic our way.
will Father O’Leary listen to the confessions of Stephen and Clay?
will there be a mad dash to the Blarney Stone with a tiny sashay?
believe the hanging of the greens might be here to stay.
is corn beef and cabbage on the menu for Tuesday?
merry and gay, we will dance a lively jig, and Pat's pied piper will play.
famous leprechaun will disappear, with his crock of gold, far away.
paddy mcCullough, is there room for the Irish in the good ole USA?
we will know more on Tuesday during the St. Patty’s day soiree.
Being part Irish I have to admit
that yes indeed, I celebrate it.
If truly the Irish are lucky you see,
I’ll have my green beer and sandwich of brie.
I’ll dress in me greens with a button or two
that says I am Irish, how about you?
I’ll get out me Bodhran and give it some beats;
then my tin whistle, I will play while folks eat.
I’ll have buttery shortbreads’ and other great treats;
and don me tapp’in shoes with their new cleats.
While the fiddler bows his old Irish tunes,
I may take a moment to have me a croon.
I’ll do me a jig or two, for good measure;
then politely say, thank’ye, ‘tis been a pleasure.
Me ancestors came from that dear Emerald Isle;
though they hated to leave, they did it with style.
Seventeenth of March is Saint Patrick’s Day
Great day for the Irish I can honestly say
All over the world they’ll wear the green
Drink some stout and a glass of poteen
There will be parades up and down the land
With marchers walking behind the band
On lapels they’ll wear a sprig of green
Outrageous hats so that they are seen
You don’t have to be Irish to join in the fun
The St Patrick’s parades are for everyone
Some travel from near and some from afar
By plane, boat, train and motor car
If you’ve never been, go on enjoy the craic
You will enjoy it for sure and next year, go back
But it’s still March, might rain and be cold
Look out for a rainbow, you might find the gold
Many will be late going off to their bed
The next morning they might have a fuzzy head
But it’s only once a year so do have a ball
And a Happy St Patrick’s Day to one and all.
Al had dated many women from France, Spain, England and such.
you have never dated an Irish lassie though? Asked his brother Dutch.
not yet, he admitted, are they different than the ones I have squired?
Dutch said, ”You would have your hands full, now until you get retired.”
Colleen was an Irish beauty, with ginger hair and a verdant eye stare.
Al tried to look away, but the idea of dating her was more than a dare.
Colleen laughed when he approached, acted like he was a Boston dope.
he was soon spending all his hours washing himself with zesty soap.
he wanted to impress Colleen; she was the best he had ever seen.
she had her brothers look him over, Al to them was not quite keen.
this cinched the deal, and the young couple ran to tie the knot.
with a five-year-old, a four-year-old, a two-year-old; they are still very hot!
Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.
Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully forgot or forgave.
Patty (as he was known by his friends)
was a sober, relentless, devout Christian.
As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens
and if he failed to convert you, you weren’t left breathin’.
He could burn you at the steak for ignoring ‘reason’.
To show Christ’s power, he ‘banished’ the snakes,
It’s amazing, the difference a miracle can make.
The year 461 pre-dated laptops and even the Internet,
so, I think it’s time we finally forgive and even forget
the sad, sordid history of Catholic conversion “therapy”
because today we need a reason to drink until we’re green.
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Webster: Gallivant: “travel for pleasure.”
My roommates and I went to Doublin, Ireland last summer.
In casual conversation we asked how they celebrated Saint Patrick's day and their celebrations are like ours, more or less - a secular overindulgence. But on a deeper level, this holiday, they say, is dedicated to the patron saint of heathen genocide.
I met him in a forest deep in the black forest woods.
Unassuming and silent, he stood as a leprechaun should.
Sparkles in his eye reminded me of the gold I had seen.
Just last night in my reoccurring Irish loving dream.
I said hello and he gave me a slight nod of his head.
I wondered if he was a phantom, alive or dead.
Twinkles in his eyes made me scurry promptly away.
Imagine running into a leprechaun on St. Paddy’s day!
Happy St. Froggy’s Day! The space traveler said.
I looked up and stopped eating my Irish soda bread.
It’s St. Froggy’s day, right? The alien said confidently.
That’s when I knew he had not learned enough from his TV.
It’s St. Paddy’s day, not St. Froggy’s day, I said, grabbing a beer.
He walked over, trying to fit in, and sat down, uncomfortably near.
Trying to pretend he was from this planet, but I knew he was not.
Or else he was an eejit; I turned away from the misinformed snot.
St. Patrick’s Day
Just touching the boundary of my land
A pair of bold bright deodar trees stand.
Precious treasure
My bliss, my pleasure.
Closely attached with branches hand in hand.
Shedding leaves since end of February.
Both show skeleton in haste and hurry
In first week of March,
Sure! No need to search.
‘Next, gorgeous green to come’: Compulsory.
Wonderful! Every year, seventeenth March.
Tiny tender leaf buds peep in each perch.
Time to greet in gay
On St. Patrik’s Day.
Pair of trees in verdant veil on green arch.
03/14/17
Re-edited on 03/04/21
St.Patrick's Day Contest by L., Milton Hankins