Blarney Poems - Poems about Blarney

"There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, OH! He never misses, to grow eloquent" Author not mentioned at link to Blarney Stone - Blarney Castle I walk the path amid the trees Where footsteps even now are tread, where ancient stones of Blarney please, and lips upon the stone have wed. Enchanting are the turrets...

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tis what happens when ya’ be kissin’ the Blarney Stone although I never did~ they don’t wipe between kissers and my wonderful wife said I didn’t need to~ my gift of gab comes naturally ...

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If anyone would like to have some community fun, please send me a limerick(s) in a comment or soup mail. The famous Blarney Stone, some can't resist When in Ireland, it's on tourist's checklist But do not be deceived If it's to be achieved Some help from friends you might want to enlist It's said, once kissed you'll have...

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In Cork’s old heart As poetic whispers play, This district thrives And tales hold sway. Oh, Blarney, A place for words to craft and flow, In the realm of stories, As hearts jump and glow. Upon a lofty fortress Ancient and grand, The rock of eloquence A boon to the land. Brushed by the daring With audacious finesse, Bestowing silver tongues Through arresting address. Mists caress the hills And...

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On St. Patrick's Day, old boozehound Barney Howls grand Gaelic airs at a pub in Killarney Place a strong stout at his paw And he'll howl Erin go braugh! Yes, County Kerry folk are given to blarney! 3/17/23...

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heading to Blarney Castel to get me some.... Cork, Ireland, here I come! To give the Blarney Stone a kiss, means I will be a more persuasive miss I can hardly contain my joy, with my new blips new flattery will gently flow from my lips. I have always wanted the gift of gab. It’ll be the best day when I meet...

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If your favorite color is green and of the Emerald Isles you dream, you might be Irish. If when you kissed the Blarney Stone you knew at las you were at home, you might be Irish. If you believe in leprechauns and fairies and hidden treasures that lay buried, you might be Irish. If you...

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yes, this daft punk pink animal from farm ville will newt axe any thank u mooch positive word does not rick choir whet backs now i hold out virtual fig leaf tub buffer end share fiber filled meal of flax sitting on porcelain throne, while sphincter doth re lax testing toilet tolerance bowel movement level to...

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The Blarney Stone It was a bucket list I had to fill I puckered up and felt the chill The stone was cold upon my lips The ledge was hard beneath my hips Within my head a bell had rung And words were forming on my tongue Stories for the young and old Simply waiting to be told A scrap of paper and a...

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Blarney Recall With me A time Long passed... Back when Dragons' Fame was Ablaze ... Knights would Slay them. Dwarves would Cheat them. No one Loved a Dragon. Gossip Spewed out Far and Swiftly; Bounties On their Heads were Posted. So great Was the Murder And fear, Dragons Took to Hiding. They hid In caves And in Castles. They hid In the Mountains. They hid... They hid... They hid... Still all Were found--- Except For one. A gold Dragon; Fifty- Four feet Long and Lawful. He was...

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I walk the path amid the trees Where footsteps of the past have tread Where ancient stones of Blarney please, Where lips upon the stone are wed. My roots run deep with Irish blood and County Cork's where my folk hale. There Blarney meets where tourists flood to kiss the stone below the rail. Enchanting are the turrets here   bedecked in autumn's vines...

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I walk the path amid the trees where footsteps of the past have tread. Where ancient stones of Blarney please, where lips upon the stone are wed. My roots run deep with Irish blood and County Cork's where my folk hail. There Blarney meets where tourists flood to kiss the stone below the rail. Enchanting are the turrets here bedecked in autumn's vines of...

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I suppose the prez is proud of his mealy-mouthed spokesman Carney. ('Carnies' are carnival touts famous for spewing a heap of blarney!) I think I'm quite well-versed and understand the English language well But when I hear his party-line spin on things, I get perturbed as hell! Carney keeps spouting "No worries! Obamacare will not change a thing!" That's...

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a didactic poem When eloquence leaves you a’wanting, if verbal effluence you’re flaunting, should your audience appear daunting, kiss the Blarney Stone. I climbed the circular tower, reached the hundred ninety-third step, and waded through unhurried queue. I trembled with anxiety, ...

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If I were a stone what one would I be? I'd want to be one, everyone wants to see! Like they would for a star, folks would come from afar just to visit the Castle and "ME"! At Blarney Castle I would not be alone. As a matter of fact, ...

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