There was a lad from Dublin
So sad he wanted some lovin’
He fell asleep in class
Woke up to deep laughs
His wanker tall hot as an oven
Ah, the Irish city of Dublin!
Sure 'tis always bustlin' and rumblin'!
And, at times, when it rains,
folks try not to complain,
in spite of the puddlin' and bubblin'!
there was a jolly old man from Dublin
drank way too much and home he went stublin`
a river he tried to cross
only to slipped on the moss
now laughter never stops from the ducklin`
there was a young lady named Fanny
who expected to marry her fiancé Danny
she found him one day
kissing young Fay
and kicked his butt from Dublin to Killarney
I went for a night out in Dublin,
The amount of Oasis being played was troublin',
We drank one after t'other
Till we stopped hearing those brothers,
But in the morning our stomachs were bubblin'
If you get to Dublin, do the Literary Pub Crawl
Visit the Bailey, The Bachelor, McDaids, Mulligans
Places journalists used to congregate after work
in the 1920’s, when Dublin had three newspapers
James Joyce, Samuel Beckett and Flann O’Brien might appear
They would be ghosts of course, but you might catch a glimpse
They were known to frequent these pubs, being Irish and all
If you get to Dublin, do the literary Pub Crawl
Ribbet Snibbet Cribbet all the way down to Dublin Town
There hopped a chubby dotted frog who never wore a frown
He was excited to be invited to sup Gray tea with Saint Pat
Who gave him a thump on his arm so dotted and phat
I like you a lot, St. Pat said to the corpulent frog.
You are one of my besties, almost as good as my dog.
Of course, who else could be as good as a dog in this bog?
The frog knew the next runner up was his good friend the hog.
Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin town.
She’s dressed in the greens, wearing a gown.
I wonder if she will ride the pipe to me? Asked a clown.
The rest of us stared at him, one gave him a frown.
The news went through the pub, to everyone around.
Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin, is she quite sound?
I decided to have more shepherd pie and stick around.
Colleen’s arrival was announced at midnight by a hound.
Of course she would arrive on St. Patrick’s Day!
We surrounded the pipe and whisked Colleen away.
Her face was a map of Ireland, we invited her to stay.
All of us recognizing a lassie who loved to play!
Scottish Highland calf was a favorite in Dublin Town.
We loved his temperament, he was up, never down.
He bathed in roses, daisies, and autumn leaves, so brown.
King of kindness was his title, given along with a crown.
My son’s in Dublin, now, for work.
Irish travel – what a perk!
He’ll only be there for a week
But he’s allowed a little peek.
Shooting snooker ‘stead of pool;
Watching rugby played – how cool!
Drinking Guinness in a pub,
Like a local at a club.
He’ll be back the day before
We come knocking at his door
For Turkey Day with what will be
Plain beer and football on T.V.
hostel life
you never know with whom
you'll share a room
a cappuccino
or
a piece of life
Fatima is not her name
just what she goes by
in Turkey if you're Kurdish
it's safer to be a Fatima
in Dublin she can be (her Kurdish name)
it's just something she doesn't
want to get used to
in Venice, Kaldoun asks in Arabic
what I think about the war
In the phone we share
I tell Google
I hope it's the end of Putin
he reads my words (in Arabic)
and replies
many children will die before
the end of Putin
gives me pause
there needs to be talks
a political solution
he says
I agree
but is there any talking to
a malevolent tyrant?
we must try he says
a little sidewalk cafe where
for most of the morning
we fill the Venetian air
with Arabic/English conversation
striking deep chords
about humanity (and inhumanity)
a young Jordanian chemist from Munich
an old school teacher from Arizona
and Google….
where would we be
without Google
‘Tis lucky me father lies in the grave,
Than t’see the havoc I have wreaked
In the name of actin’ bold and brave,
My misadventures dastardly peaked.
In this musky gaol I am wasting away
While me life passes before me eyes
Chaplains teaching me how to pray,
Give up with their lugubrious sighs.
Long since I no longer wish for home
Before the blazin’ fires of the hearth,
Cedar sizzles and marshmallows foam
My children giggle at songs of mirth.
And me here so cold behind these walls
I no longer dream of freedom’s will,
While me sentence spurts and stalls
I swallow punishment’s bitter swill.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written October 17, 2022
Submitted to "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
From a dark pumpkin snarled out a goblin,
Hobbling, wobbling, said he flew from Dublin
And thundered me to gobble
A blended red scotch double
And demanded a bottle, wrapped in poplin.
Syllabic count: 10/10/7/7/10 (Poetry Soup)
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B/A
*A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 19, 2020)
Oct. 10, 2020
Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
Dublin is Irelands capital city
On the river Liffey
It is at the seashore
With mountains galore
Viking settlement
With many more to come
Bringing changes
Throughout the ages
Diverse and welcoming
Humorous and serious
Dubh Linn meaning Black Pool to those in the know
Continues to grow
Home to many
Workplace for some
It is never hum drum
To those who have never been
There is so much unseen
Including our forty shades of green
Dublin
Dublin city
Along the quays
Over the bridge
Across the liffey
North and South divide.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
30th September 2018.
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