Bravo to the Irish, stand firm; stand tall
Rally; rally, rally, make them hear in
The dail.'
As the owl hoots ‘Good morning’
and the rooster crows ‘good night’
‘Tis then the ‘Blarney’ blows his nose
~ ‘n leprechauns don their playful clothes
On Fridays, we go to the pub
Like spokes of a wheel to an hub
A whiskey or two
May turn the air blue
So we drink pale ale by the tub
Ulster in Eire, has a legend in song' a son of honour
Who has struck the gong!
Gave it out true, cause he's long on strong!
Other greats have covered his songs!
I'm talking bout Van- Morrison.' sync and method
Decades long, yet new as green grass, I hear he's
Called to court; by a Mr Swan,.? maybe in politics?
Or perhaps I'm wrong? A truth denier? Let's string along
Is there graphene in them jabs; sodium chlorate? or anti-freeze? Is this
All real or just a wheeze? Has your freedom been curtailed?
Do you know of people. Gone off the rails? are there suicides From Sars cov 2 ? Are businesses suffering are doctors on
Phones too? How many people have died alone? Texas has no
Mask task line, I think as a guide ? they're doing fine.' The
Weather's different (now there's the rub) that's why on UK's
Hottest days they advised shut the pubs' they say there's a Learning curve with covid 19 it's full makeup is still unseen!
And Yet a jab for ( it )is here.! don't all that seem rather *****?
But bring it on swan' I'll bet armies of folk; back Van - Morrison.'
When Jesus was out planting seeds
His Garden was bursting with weeds
He said one "Hail Mary"
And up popped a fairy
Selling Jack-in-the-Beanstalk beads
A young Irish lass with no man
Danced in the Moulin Rouge Can-Can
In Dublin again
She joined with Sinn Fein
And bombed as Republican Anne
All the fighting Irish see stars
Over pints of Guinness in bars
But Jan has a plan
To transport each man
Its called, "Cork, Uranus to Mars"
My country is Ireland so green.
I am it's poetry queen.
So much to admire,
my muse is on fire.
Inspired by beautiful scenes.
Today we celebrate St Pat.
I'll be wearing green for that.
Like it always would,
the craic will be good.
With my shillelagh and crooked hat.
17/03/2019
Green Humor Rhymes, Old or New for Prizes Poetry Contest
for Carolyn Devonshire.
The Pope came to Eire
And found millions there
But they did not care
For priests anywhere
He dealt with the nuns
And all of the puns
Regarding bare buns
And Irish squirt guns
But what of "The Church"
And those who besmirch
The rap of a birch
For those in the lurch?
The Pope says, "We're fine
And now toe the line
To forgive is divine…"
God damn filthy swine!
The Amadawn 'ave played the joker
for the Good folks fairy Coort
'T was they 'ave egged the paper birches
an’ touch’d the scare crow’s stalks.
They 'ave given leerin pumpkin 'eads
to Dullahan's black 'eadless 'orse.
Tied the liein' Leprechain’s tongues
changed the dread Pooka's course.
Stolen the noble Banshees keen moan
an 'idden 'er bone white comb.
They 'ave lured two changeling lovers
to Red Man’s bloody 'ome.
N'er free since June the jesters play
their brash tricks on Samhain’s eve
Stealin' all the gifts left fur the dead
'neath mournin' mortals trees.
N't till the sunrise will they lave off
wid the Leprechauns in toe.
And sadly scurry 'omeward bound
sure laven us all alone!
* A verse for Samhain's Eve [Better know as Halloween] in Irish dialect
Within the land of clover
O’er the fields of green
Wanders, a bagpipe player
Just blending to the scene
He breathes the air of the hills
Into the plaid bagpipe sack
That keeps me as a visitor
Always coming back
The land and all its legend
The Castles on the hills
The Rose of Shannon’s aroma
It does all give me fill
But yet my mind there wanders
As my feet push on to see
The lovely Emerald Isle
That patchwork of the green
When I looked across the moor
I knew that I was home,
the rolling dusk setting upon my sea,
I looked down the cliff and saw the crashing waves,
and I knew that it was mine.
I felt the vagrant breezes, touching my cheek in jest,
and I knew that I was the wind's.
The moon rose silkily above my meandering streams,
and I cried tears of hope, silent , ageless hope.
I am the land, the green land,
the Green Eye of the Northern Seas.
I am Eire, great, beautiful,
Ireland.
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