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Celt Poems - Poems about Celt


Not Wanted
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 won't for all The South's veldt!" Black Tourist facing Racist Celt: Any time out of doors would melt. Begged he had all Celts and down knelt But they had...

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Categories: celt, cry, evil, fear, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Your Walmart Girl the Celt Guitar - Heather Sings Version
YOUR WALMART GIRL ----verse 1 Sometimes some things just happen. Sometimes we need a touch to help us get by. When it's not there we wonder why. I know your hand is lonely. It's in your touch I see it there in your eye. All I can do is wonder why. ------chorus Why can't we get together? I don't know. How did you touch me? I...

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Categories: celt, best friend, confusion, emotions,
Form: Lyric



One Celt, Armed
One Celt, Armed Poetry by priests? Who gives it more than mock attention? We read their poems, yes, author first, then the title, finally the verse itself. Not much, except for Hopkins. We wait for Rome, you see, to give us in addition to its saints one more decent poet. A sot once said “When things get bad enough, you will see...

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Categories: celt, hope
Form: Free verse
Hiraeth of a Modern Celt
Upon the green hills of Cymru I stand arrested by the veiw of cryptic sea and ancient shore that stood ten thousand years before they met my callow eye and will remain for many more long after I die I'm solemn above the briny stew with thoughts of kin I never knew fishing the sea, mining the coal or mining the depths of a...

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Categories: celt, adventure, family, history, inspirational,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Celt Felt
Red fog periphery Thundering blood a counter point Anger sharp clarity slows time to waken ancestral soul fountains of spurting joys Accentuated by the hard ball of regret As she retreats to recharge That sweetens the berserker rage To drown reason in red Storm seas of Scottish passion Instantly free to destroy Such are the ways of a very small boy in a tantrum Or the...

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Categories: celt, history, imagination, life, passion,
Form: I do not know?




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