Best Shamrock Poems
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 from stones of blarney
And lucky charms of Erin's spring
Cloth hills in kilts of green clovers with four leaves
To the Kerry pipers wail of jigs and tiompan reels
When soft sunbeams kiss fields - the wind petals
Of Killarney's rose in Londonderry Airs
Born in fifes and fiddles in soft brogues
Delighting in tea and scones - the clairsel harp -
When clear cut crystal rays
Embrace green fields clothed in sheep -
Faire mischief - the wind dance of the Kells -
In bohdran thunder to banish banshee cries
As pirate queens and lost chieftain kings
Sail from emerald shores
Until they meet again beneath the blessings
Of the Celtic cross
In the north winds of the fair aran island.
babe
I stumbled home—
drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt
the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin
but you—your copper mane ablaze—
my wild Morrigan
a feral Celtic Faerie Queene
waging war against the wreckage.
You told me love was a lie
stitched by leprechauns
but your touch proves
there’s truth in everything
we break and rebuild.
Chased the wail of a banshee tonight
hoping to drown the shame
gulped it down like bottom-shelf whiskey.
Instead I christened the clover—
four leaves or forty—who cares? —
baptizing failures
trembling hands at work.
In this emerald world of lies
forget unicorns rainbows and clovers—
false luck's for fools and drunks.
Luck’s a liar
a Puca’s trick
crumbling when touched.
But you—
wear that emerald dress
like a battle cry.
A storm inside a woman
whiskey-fire eyes dare me
to fall harder
and I do. Every time.
You are my reel—
venomous alive
an unseelie’s song
the one thing that won’t let me escape.
I’ve fed the snakes with my mistakes
but still
I kneel before you—
a fool
drunk on you
more potent than any fairy brew.
We aren’t saints
but we’re still here—
holding on to this wreckage
with blood-stained hands.
Pour another pint, love—
let’s dance on glass fragments
our broken dreams—
our frenzied jig
painting the town green—
two misfits spinning
through this carnival of Fiana fools.
In the chaos
in the ruin
we find each other.
No leprechaun guards our gold
but you—my queen of chaos—
are treasure enough
to keep me alive.
So here's to you, my wild Morrigan—
in your eyes I find my home
the only shelter I’ve ever known.
in your smile, I find sanctuary and storm alike—
for you, are my feral Celtic Faerie Queen.
Today we give cheers to St. Paddy
Taken from the sea lake, Lochmaddy
He holds close a shamrock
Trinity clover keychain schlock
Never cotton to a baddy, a saintly laddy
by I Am Anaya
A tough lad born and bred in Lochmaddy
Poor Scottish lad became a priestdaddy
He had what it takes
To rid Eire of snakes
Yelling serpents begone, much thanks to St Paddy
by Robert O'Gorelick
sand fights with
green grass
stern ground
covered with red
mold
enduring shamrock.
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
Verdant greens of envy neath the skies,
Emerald breathes swirl wayward bound,
The scene repeats the olivine surround,
Spray of jade gladiolas emerges for eyes.
The cool rocky fence tinged moss lies,
Gathered sage on display, tossed flies,
Observed fronds of ferns, all around,
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
The mints swim freely, breeze back tries,
A row of pines stands proud, trophy prize,
Laurel newborns crawl the hilly ground,
Chartreuse treats, all roaring to be found,
Harlequin limes anoint, trickled tea ties,
Meadow of Evermore Rise.
2019 September 24
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Ireland's emblem is the harp, not many people know
But there is another, in the ground it does grow
A three leafed clover and tiny it may be
Was used by Saint Patrick to explain the trinity.
With its leaves he showed that three is one
The holy spirit, the father and son
The druids first used it in their beliefs
Because it formed a triad with its three leaves.
The druids are gone now, no longer seen
The Christians adopted it, the shamrock green
On Saint Patrick's day it's worn with pride
By all proud Irish when they parade outside.
All over the world it has found its way
From the time of the famine to the present day
Around the world the Irish did roam
And the little green shamrock is a reminder of home.
Away across the sea I found a Shamrock,
She was as pretty as the golden sun in Kent.
I knew I should not touch this lovely Shamrock,
But I knew her charm would hunt me if I went.
I reached out and held the little Shamrock,
The wind kept tugging just as if to say
Please don't take this flower out of England.
Leave if you wish but let the Shamrock stay.
The charm of Ireland seemed to glow and prosper,
and everything was pure as pure could be.
Happiness was ours and soon another,
Just as long as we stayed near the Irish Sea.
The Shamrock flourished fine in dear old Ireland,
where sunrise drives the mist in Dingle Bay
and Shamrocks get along beside the channel,
on even by the Mersey so they say.
To take a Shamrock far from home brings trouble,
and lucky as this charm could ever be.
It soon began to wilt and louse its luster,
Soon after we had moved across the sea.
The Shamrock flourished one more time then wilted,
and nothing I could do even seemed right.
I tried air, water, and even sparkling sunshine,
and even kept the door open on it at night.
I swear I'll never move another Shamrock,
As this one's back again now with the breeze,
Maybe some day she'll float on back to England
and settle down around the lovely trees.
I.
I strolled through a field of clovers
Looking each one of them over
When I found that fourth leaf
All my joy turned to grief
When my prize was snatched by a gopher.
II.
Last night as I left the bar
A leprechaun stood by my car
He offered to drive
So I’d get home alive
And now I don’t know where we are.
A leaf of green
appendages 3
was Patrick's example
of the Trinity.
3 in 1 or 1 in 3
only one shamrock
would it be 3?
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
each to be adored.
All of the are present
but here only is one God.
The Son is not the Father
The Spirit not the Son
but these 3 eternals
are really only one.
Could Patrick be mistaken?
Could there be three?
Each of them supporting
a unity of agree.
The harp, the Lyre, the pipe
all play the same melody
3 instruments in unison
and perfect harmony.
Christ prayed that his disciples
would share his united way.
Standing before the father
there oneness they'd display.
If this is life eternal
to know the Father and the Son,
why then do we insist
that three is only one.
John 17:20-23
Sweet shamrocks I love you, you are my favorite thing!
Evie collected them from an old fashioned swing
They filled up her lap and made her laugh go ting-a-ling.
St. Paddy’s day made her happy, causing her voice to sing.
The wearing of the green,
Shamrocks bringing you luck.
Days of delicious shamrock cookies,
Elves frolic about.
Bringing happiness to the kingdom,
Celebrating with delicious foods.
We remember the Irish,
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The friendships of elves and gnomes,
Everyone celebrates Saint Patrick;s Day,
Celebration with friends and neighbor\s,,
Singing and dancing.
A day of friendship and honor,,
Everyone is truly blessed.
I are thankful to God,
For the many blessings.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day
Hooray, hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day
Hubby took steps unaided today
It may be only two
But at last a break through
A shamrock for luck, we’re on our way.
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17th March 2022
Shamrock twins argued about this and that
They argued as to if a dog was a hog
Or a cat was a bat
On Halloween they were disagreeable to a masterful degree
They put spells on each other’s jack-o-lanterns
They put spiders in each other’s tea
Their favorite holiday was St. Patrick’s Day
with green mint shakes and pistachio cakes
They argued about this and that
But never about the sanctity of St. Pat
“Song for St Patrick 2022”
Find me a four-leaf clover she said
Find me a four-leaf clover
If you do
You’ll get Lucky she said
You’ll get Lucky
I’ll name it a shamrock she said
I’ll name it a shamrock
Find me a Leprechaun she said
Find me a Leprechaun
If you do
I’ll put him in a clasp and
Press him to my breast
I am very lonely and
Will love him very deeply
Find me a Leprechaun she said
Find me a Leprechaun
Please wear green today she said
Please wear green
If you do
I’ll be your queen
And never make a scene
I can get quite mean
If you don’t wear green
Please wear green today she said
Please wear green
Let’s drink some green today she said
Let’s drink some green
If you do
You’ll find much merriment in the brew
It will thrill you through and through
I’ll drive you home in a cab
When you no longer can stand
Let’s drink some green today she said
Let’s drink some green
Sing me a song she said
Sing me a song
Make it happy and gay
When foreplay is the game
If you do
I’ll sing along with you
And kiss you on the cheek
Sing me a song she said
Sing me a song
Come dance with me she said
Come dance with me
If you do
I’ll hold you tight
With all my might
And won’t let go
Until the morning light
Come dance with me she said
Come dance with me
Pinch me she said
Pinch me
If you do
There is no offence
Unless you pinch my behind
That would be mighty unkind
Pinch me she said
Pinch me
I want to know if it was you or me
Or the Leprechaun clasped to my breast
Who got lucky Today
Happy St. Patrick ’s Day
it took one glance into your emerald eyes’ kindest beams
for the focus to change and enlighten darkness and pain
to guide my broken refraction towards your olive skin
I felt all verglas thawing vision and join chartreuse blinks
of the moment as light sea foam pastels sprouted lush ferns
presented sage mint and lime moss to the harlequin waiting
to be brushed by honeydew colour and cinnamon fragrance
my own wilted flowers struggled at first to blossom again
hibiscus cranberry and feverish scarlet had lain abandoned
hastened by drought colour blindness and glanced disrepair
the Little Prince at the time merely a frog awaiting the kiss
looked at the broken thorns presiding over crimson petals
of vulnerable hope shattered kindness lost evergreen shoots
I love you said the candy apple and plumed with the parakeet
24th October 2021