Brogue Poems - Poems about Brogue

... McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent He shows respect to women In their praises he's swimmin' They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent......

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...STAMPEDE Beneath the moon’s pale, a requited glow, A hyperbolic crowd begins to grow. The sphere is aired with fear and haste, A storm of bodies, my qualms displaced. A million cry, a sudden......

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...Rascal the rapscallion was a slyboots rogue he fancied himself a pixie, spoke Irish brogue we suspected he was a leprechaun hiding gold he lived in Skeezicks Forest, Celtic land of old......

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...molly mcbee had a brogue that was thick her gravelly voice scared her neighbor Brick when he saw her coming he ran away she laughed at this, showing her sense of play here she comes, cute Molly......

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... ~ To be read with an Irish brogue ~ Mary, please marry 'me merry Barry' 'Me merry Berry,' Mary, please marry Don’t marry Matty Don’t marry Moti Marry 'me Barry,' ~ Be m......

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...Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman Saint Patrick's Day, or Feast of Saint Patrick Lá Fhéile Pádraig invoke even non Irish to proclaim Éirinn go Brách translated as "Ireland Forever." ......

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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 che......

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...Anastasia: a crazy name for an Irish woman, but actually, quite common in the long-buried book of Celtic Memories. When she in a reverie came to me - her 80 year old hair flying on countless d......

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...Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman Since adopting the guise of Norwegian bachelor farmer, I may as well fabricate genetic stock lock, and barrel linkedin to Celtic legend. Sentimentali......

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...I am Irish, I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic. I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish, chameleon tongued. Something took me, shook me like a spade until an u......

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...Onerous task confronted teachers and parents As prospective students ably ready themselves to matriculate and/or first set little feet inside halls of learning, I rebroadcast a poem crafted ......

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...A snarly-mouthed, cross-eyed, pessimist with an attitude toward mean. Ann Marie disregards opinions that are not her own. The town has ignored her for so long, few people remember her name. She sp......

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...The Thing About Flying David J Walker Everyone said it was Okay for you to fly It was a good day And what does dying mean anyway if you can’t spread your wings and try To reach fo......

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...I keep a notebook on the nightstand, pencil at hand – life-rafts for thoughts. A flock of dream-crows take off all at once, the clatter of their wings a whole symphony played in just one moment. ......

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... Erlenkönig pulled the chair out beside Aisling's and sat on the side of the table. A large, luxuriant and ornate chair headed the end of the table, several places down from where he sat its ......

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