Colleens Poems - Poems about Colleens

...Colleen, the fiery red head down the road learned to step dance She practiced up and down Ireland, then moved to Italy and France. Hot blooded Italians had never seen a ginger this beautiful and fl......

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...Where would we be without Guinness? Where would we be without song? Where would we be without craic? Where would we be without the bodhran? Where would we be without our colleens? Sitting misera......

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...her sagacious disposition fared well in this Celtic family Colleen had the gifts of clairaudience and clairvoyance some said she could see flirty flitting faeries in Dublin Woods Irritating me, fo......

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...It’s 1:30am and we were at a cute little dance club in Dublin called “The Sugar Club.” It’s a converted movie theater with tables in stadium seating rows. That night was Salsa themed, and the regular......

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...They were Lilly Whites from Kildare, And Boggers from County Clare, Herring Gutters from Donegal And Dubliner Jackeens. They were Goat Suckers, Slaneysiders, Magpies and Rossies. They were Kell......

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...There once was lad named Sean, Who thought he was a leprechaun. He dressed all in green, And pinched the colleens, Then danced a jig until dawn. 9/18/18 (Colleen - an Irish girl)......

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...The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns! An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins! A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes, To celebrate ......

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...Kigali! You’re a dream differed An indefinite dream for unkeyed You break too many hearts Heal too many souls abruptly Kill so many indeed loves ......

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...I'm a piece of Ireland, far away across the sea,? American I've become but I'm very proud to be? Forever Irish; and forty shades of green? I sing it from my heart, picture the Irish scene, ?I st......

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...WAVE LETS ALL GO A DANCING, TO NIGHT, IT MUST IRISH BE. SO OFF TO CRICKLE WOOD THE GALTYMORE TO SEE ......

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...Her vacation day It is here at last Colleens bags are packed I hope she has a blast Off to the coast For some ocean air Sparkling waters Wind blowing her hair Walk along the beach Searching for so......

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...Let me take you by the hand And lead you through my loving land You will be greeted with a smile Share in banter that beguiles As golden harps Play sweet tunes Leprechauns dance under full moons Glow......

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...The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns! An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins! A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes, To celebrate ......

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