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Dingle Poems - Poems about Dingle


We Dongle the Dingle
We observe We gasp in anticipation What is this, a chicken bone, a Ferrari, a bee? Why do they even belong here? Revelation flashes by like a cottage cheese comment YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I do learn much Karma Kreulu....

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Categories: dingle, angst, riddle,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Dingle Berry
You've trained for years make a living slinging a metal ball into the air earned your way into the Olympics fed in part by charity,,, just to perch upon a podium of malcontent crap on the flag that held your dreams aloft like a magic carpet above the fires of life while you raise your ungrateful fist.. You don't represent anything but...

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Categories: dingle, abuse,
Form: Epic



New Year In the Dingle
Twas New Year’s Eve down in the Dingle Elves and goblins began to mingle With the gnomes and sprites In tinselly tights Each one claiming that they are single Gnome-made punch from wild mushroom and berry Made the goblins unusually merry Then the elves and sprites Got as high as kites And on top of each tree was a fairy New day dawns down...

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Categories: dingle, fantasy,
Form: Limerick
The Dingle
The Dingle Now pleasures few ...

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Categories: dingle, childhood, dream, summer,
Form: I do not know?
The Dingle Selkie
I’ll tell ye now of the lovely Selkie, She married Dingle man Cagans For a short span of time, then returned to the sea. Near Kerry’s land of goblins He found her drowning in his net one day With his strong hand he saved...

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Categories: dingle, mystery, day, home, day,
Form: Ballad



Dingle, Ireland
Dingle, Ireland The bathroom carpet, wall to wall, is blue, the lightest blue, to complement the bowl and ceiling. Apropos the moment: I bend the waist and heave the gristle from last evening's steak. Tomorrow I shall row again to see those ancient men in caps and coveralls stand like statues while they talk and tap gold embers now and then from clay pipes forever glowing. I'll go there at the dinner hour and...

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Categories: dingle, places
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things