Child Ireland Poems

On a mild Spring’s night
In the heartlands of Ulster 
A prodigious child was born 
For Ireland, to save her

A man of modest means 
Yet formidable...

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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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the wind pops like a ball hitting a wall
boy of 3 years struggles to control his small,
        ...

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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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I saw a heart on a Large pink to scarlet web-footed wading bird with down-bent bill,
The heart was pink and so very hard to see,...

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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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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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Erin, for a girl who embodies Ireland
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...

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She’s eighty-eight this day in January,
Graced my life nearly a quarter century.
When I grow up I want to be,
Just like my dear friend, nay ‘Auntie’,...

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The Pillars of humanity
felled by little boys tears
Irish clover
not so lucky for boys in white
defrocked
a new generation of holy men
the cycle of sodomy
sickens the soul
yet...

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born under the sea, an irresistible force
  two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
  alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
  equatorial deep-time...

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I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me...

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Cold and rippling diamonds passed
the brook beneath the willow tree
These jewels they trickled through our hands
then a million times a million we

Our voices long since...

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Our wild heart we shall not tame
Or shall we be anyone slave
Nor shall we hang our head in shame
Freedom is what we truly crave
We realised...

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CELTIC LOVE
The paths we take under the eye of god
and universe, but some consider odd
Great Love of Jesus, knowing everything,
help us to grow, into a...

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