Beauty Ireland Poems

The Hour Glass


Breathless moments are consumed and frustrated
By the denial and logic of the Hour-glass ,
Feelings of warmth and intimacy slowly and
Delicately evaporate into the...

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In The meadow 

Wait ‘til the sun has cooled
And taken it’s familiar place
In the summer sky, in linen white,
Cut below the knee, you float
Across the...

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Embracing the countryside 
Made some ecstatic and glee 
But one feature in particular 
Was that old coniferous tree

‘Conifer,’ a Latin word
Means one that bears a...

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Oh old weed 
Thy feet weathered 
Like that of a tree 

Like a child 
Always carried 
Thy beauty left behind 

Trembling feet 
What a painful...

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from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
 ...

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These old paths of mine still dear to me 
Lead through the woods to the timeless sea 
Bringing back life's bittersweet memories 
As I walk...

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His drink the black beauty foaming and thick
toasting St Patrick until he gets sick
then off to the loo
he knows what to do
cuz ya can't teach...

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Where skies of azure smile upon her thirsty emerald plains,
And field and heath alike enjoy her soft and gentle rains,

Where winds as soft as velvet...

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Without doubt a small isle but one of natural beauty
Such a tranquil green place, the Isle of Innisfree
Set in Irelands Lough Gill in the County...

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Duncan MacAlpin thoughts were disturbed
Beauty he had seen in Crovie
Had stolen his heart with one look.
Her face a map of Scotland.

Where would I begin to...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Wildflowers sleeping late on dewy days
Rather than traveling on mountaintops
Two flowers embrace in harmony
Cognizant of nature's patrimony
Thankful for the few good years that remain
Their love...

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Sonnets LXI-LXX

Erin
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair?
bright carrot?and her milkmaid-pallid skin,

her brilliant air of cavalier despair,
her train of children?some conceived...

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Deep within the ancient woods of Ireland
There lies hidden within its floral beauty
A hidden ring of mushrooms in a vast clearing
Where the fairies come out...

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Water crashes against an unmoveable stone face.
As white foam blows high like star's in space.
My gaze reaches up and over rolling hill's of
beautyful green grass...

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