Friendship Ireland Poems

Leave it all behind. There’s no room for your baggage,
but your togs, towel and the factor 50 promise.
Sail the roads west.

Teenage freedom is in the...

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Hiding so sly 
shameful shamrock;
Looking is strange? 
I take no stock;

Beyond the flock
a brand new friend;
They suit me fine,
luck can be found....

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Summer plans

I posted a piece that's too long for here (why is this space so limited?),
so I put it in short stories as "Summer Plans"....

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Love and loyalty,
                      ...

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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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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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On St. Patrick's Day raise a few glasses
To honor all Irish lads and lasses
Let's down a cold brew
My friends one or two
Come morning we'll be...

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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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When bored with a humdrum way,
I think about this happy day
When we went laughing up and down
The magpie streets of Dublin town.

Then it seemed our...

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When a was just a wee lad,
When I was a young boy,
I had a friend called Michael 
We played soldiers with our toys. 

Michael he...

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A JOKE IN A POEM

Sat me down in  a bar one day,
Paddy and Seamus said "G'day!"
Barmaid said, "Here's your beer,"
I replied, "Thanks, my dear."
Many...

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FOR AN IRISH LASS 
In a constant lack of motion 
through the window of your mind, 
all you seek is your seclusion 
and a friend...

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Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs...

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Irene went for her usual morning walk around six;
the August breeze was dry and fragrantly crisp,
one could tell she was injured as her aching hips
made...

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My Husband’s family is from Ireland, and his family’s name is Scoles.
They say they have a city there… called Scoles Corner… We are told.
We don’t...

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