Dark Ireland Poems

Tír na nÓg - A Tragic Epic Saga

ye hear, of a leprechaun and a unicorn who met in a field’s corner
a he and she, she...

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I look at where Ireland is now,
Compared to the dark times,
They seem to have put behind them
Through courageous decisions made for the sake of peace,
On...

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Blood curdles 
the entire room just startles;
Floating a banshee howls loud 
proud;

Dire message 
of an impending passage;
Not a thing could make this curse 
worse....

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Across the hills in the  morning mist,
Are the soft echoes of the bagpipes, as gentle as a mother’s kiss.
In the dark of night as...

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A lovely week spent on the Antrim coast
the weather was decent but not wonderful
seeing such lovely scenery so green
spectacular views of the hills, a hidden...

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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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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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CLARITY   FROM  OBSCURITY

Time the wanderer  -
For  a pyramid moment stilled  -
On a rain-filled winter night
In dark  narrow streets
Often...

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“Irish I am,” my mam speaks in hushed tones to the air
She questions still, seeming to her alone
Intones, “Ireland, O Ireland, what are you?
Where do...

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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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something stirred in this place, long, long ago
  presence lingering
  half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
  enchanted enclave
  Iberian portal still...

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 The Maiden of Carbury Hill 

I remember a story told of a red-haired girl who never grew old,
who died when there came a great...

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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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