Celt Poems - Poems about Celt

...With Waheed they had roughly dealt, The bitterness still deeply felt. Enroute did Celts him with stones pelt And he's like the hit with strong belt "Let's watch him smile and fail to melt" He wo......Read the rest...

...He’s Irish not Scottish or British You forget, he’ll get ornery and skittish He’ll point to his pelt Start swearing in Celt With a splash of some Gaelic and Yiddish......Read the rest...

...Oscans, Ligures and the Apuli as known Ancient Greek, Samnitics, Sicanis and Celt Indigenous tribes, one people with love grown Capodanno Fiorentino o'er lands dwelt Wine appellation of Sangio......Read the rest...

...The Spaniel A Spaniel that uses its head Can tell when its owner’s unfed So instead of a duck That is down on its luck Will deliver a pizza instead The Afghan Hound The......Read the rest...

...The Doberman Pinscher A Doberman’s known to be picky With friends so to greet one is tricky To kiss is a bummer Undoubtedly dumber Is to sneak up and give one a hickey The English......Read the rest...

...I love your heathered highlands, steep cliffs and rugged islands, hedges and gardens under rainclouds of grey. Old steeples rise above those small rural towns I love; your hillsides of sunny ye......Read the rest...

...Wandering eyes piercing silent wounds focusing on whatever temporarily resumed wondering what havoc makes this love abound never turning to look around eyes only for each other closer than a bro......Read the rest...

...You know that I won Some say I clear lost Their whines so exhaust Wrong man they just crossed. How wrong they all are Fools to a man When I've only began To work out my plan. Just wait an......Read the rest...

...My closed eyes have crashed against an image; I am a boat moored to a storm. I keep a notebook on the nightstand, pencil at hand – life-rafts for thoughts. A flock of crows take off at once –......Read the rest...

...IN PRAISE OF FOOTPATHS Across the land a web of footpaths weave The veins that nourished nation’s interaction Cross chalk down ridge, and sylvan lane, conceived By feet of ancient Britons, Celt a......Read the rest...

...My closed eyes have crashed against an image; I am a boat moored to a storm. I keep a notebook on the nightstand, pencil at hand – life-rafts for thoughts. A flock of crows all take off at on......Read the rest...

...The Pictish Faeries by Michael R. Burch Smaller and darker than their closest kin, the faeries learned only too well never to dwell close to the villages of larger men. Only to dance in t......Read the rest...

...MIMICKING FAME WITH DR. SEUSS Dr Seuss, You’re the man, Let me try and mimic You, if I can! There’s a Zik, In the Tick, Of my Clock, And a Nouse, In my House, And a Bink In the Sink O......Read the rest...

...IN PRAISE OF FOOTPATHS Across the land a web of footpaths weave The veins that nourished nation’s interaction Cross chalk down ridge, vale, sylvan lane, conceived By feet of ancient Britons, Ce......Read the rest...

...I had a friend who was to me the very best a friend can be, so loyal, warm and humorous, a Cornish Celt to truly trust. I see him now with smiling face, so strong and fit to win the race, t......Read the rest...