Christian Ireland Poems

Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.

Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully...

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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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The Song of Amergin: Modern English Translations

The Song of Amergin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I am the sea breeze
I am the ocean wave
I am the...

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I went walking the footpath between life and death.
It was there I first discerned the strum of a harp.
I hastened my step, tracing wooded trail...

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They say that in the Holy Land so very far away
there really are SAMARITANS, who to the present day
at Eastertide or then abouts ..but wait!...

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The Celtic Cross at Île Grosse
by Michael R. Burch

“I actually visited the island and walked across those mass graves [of 30,000 Irish men, women and...

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Harp strings
strangling hope

Promises
swept by disease

Followers
who pile lies upon pies

Day and night
a blur

Deceptions
inside lyrics obscured

Sheep's slaughtered
haven't you heard?...

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McGee and McJock had been friends
Through thick and thin over the years
In times of uncontrolled laughter
With others of unrestrained tears

Closer than brothers were these two
But,...

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And there are words, often useless, often noise
Sometimes they are more
Small pieces of a history set free
Bit by bit they leave and take
Small shards of...

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The flowers beside the pulpit- 
         The man of God- 
      ...

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To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

  ...

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Song of Saint Patrick

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Introduction

Ye laddies and ye lassies, 
	Please bear my words a while,
		(I hope my thoughts, you'll hear them out,
 	That against me ye...

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Looking down, I am pleased to see
Youthful pilgrims from St. Joseph’s and Francis of Assisi
In this Year of Faith
Making a journey toward many a sacred...

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The earths end, sky, sea;
pumice stone, windward lea
life grasped, grey alpine scree
Christian hinterland barren be.

Pillars, lentils, altar stones;
ground from Lug’s ancient bones.
Life minute, crevice formed...

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