Cork Poems - Poems about Cork

So tired of the TV talking heads twisting every word that's said much of it scripted and has to be read they don't even have a vested interest only putting their mouth where the money is at best my advice to them... 'If you have nothing useful to add, Mum's the word don't drive us mad, keep it under wraps stow it under your hat, put a lid...

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At Lough Allua, along the waterfront One observes a turning of the tide From river stones, which stay blunt Are nature’s creatures, who needn’t hide A little toad searches for anew Commencing a journey made by few Its passage, grows so weary Following the gravel track On its way to Ballingeary High ditches cloak edges of the roads Serving to both sides, a useful shield Tender...

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In the heart of Cork City, Where the Lee runs swift and wide, Fought a man named Seán Ó Misteil, With a fire he couldn’t hide. He lead the First Cork Brigade, Not for glory, nor for fame — But to break the chains of empire, Not just change the flag or name. So here’s to Mitchell’s Brigade, Let their story now be told, As...

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there was a young man named York who lived with his ma’ in Cork he asked her one day what happened to me da’ why you young fool were delivered by the stork ...

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Sick to death of popping his cork ~ Ralph plugged it up with paregoric ...

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Located deep in the Muskerry Gaeltacht The old village of Ballyvourney Seen from atop Mullaghanish One better not leave prematurely Walking through Ballymakeera I see the Holy Well draw near Down here in green Ballyvourney Where Gobnait found nine white deer I look over the bridge Gliding to me Is a gentle black swan Not an unusual sight On the River Sullane The mist drifts above the...

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Along the Muskerry Light Railway One can watch the flowers bloom It will not be much longer now ’Til the old town of Macroom Arriving at the station Collecting bags from overhead To depart I am too keen After all it is just not The train letting off steam The cattle mart’s in action I better not be late As a deal on a good Dexter...

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At the Butter Exchange Is grand commerce in motion Yet be under no illusion Of the merchant’s potion ‘Clip, Clop,’ Go horses’ shoes On the cobble stones of Lancaster Quay From nearby office windows Proprietors observe with glee The little children of Sunday’s Well Are taught a well-known adage That they must hold their balance Whilst traversing Daly’s Bridge Great ships unload...

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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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Raised in North Cork A man who received widespread adulation It’s D.D Sheehan, B.L Of the Irish Land & Labour Association A poet and wordsmith Who build the branch network from scratch To protect those tenants burnt out From cottages of thatch Charles Tanner’s death Left a hole in Mid-Cork Then up stepped D.D Which gave political breadth One great achievement Was the Act of 1911 Model homes around...

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Carrying their brief to Washington Street Ready to present before the court A solicitor’s compelling case Based on the law of tort The judge arrives on the circuit Yet in his ways he is hardwired To let this case run on forever An efficient ruling, anything but An hour later, the judge cries “Time to break for lunch” Soon, we’ll find the defendant’s motives About which...

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T-rex has ears that do not ever stop With a roar and a stomp, he gives a hop Landing hard in front of the candy shop. Where a champagne cork has given a pop....

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Bjork stood upright in the dock The judge looked up and frowned The cuffs were firmly locked As everyone stared him down It wasn't me he pleaded I didn't pull the 'trigger' Surely you can see it now He was trying not to snicker Was it not your cork that killed him? The victim's lawyer questioned? Your initials are all over it From one of your...

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The bride and groom, about to pop the cork But the label read -- Pig Juice, Pure Lean Pork The newleyweds were concerned Their embarrassment unearned Then ~ a small bundle dropped off by a stork...

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Dennis was a Dork Who would not use a knife and fork He knew it was rude To handle his food So his mum shut his mouth with a cork...

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