Girl Ireland Poems

To every man who's gathered in the pub,
enjoying our good Guinness by the glass—
may all your troubles burp and belch away
and all your dreams, in...

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didn't intend to 
be in another Irish pub
but it's raining
and they're so much better
in the land of saints and scholars
where
musicians don't play for
tourists

John a school...

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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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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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It has often been said that empires come and go
And from the beginning of time that has been so
Empires ruled with terror and an iron...

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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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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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 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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Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she...

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The Goat’s Tale... Puck Fair, Killorglin Co. Kerry, where in August
a wild mountain goat is crowned King Puck by a young girl who then becomes...

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Was a young girl from Dublin
Decidly fat not thin
Her butt played ping pong
when she wore a thong
watching a three rosary sin...

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My Galway girl dancing upon the river                  ...

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CELTIC GIRL
So like a morning summer rain
and it's thundering
she dances into light and sings
like only she can sing.

She has an Irish sort of smile
and deep...

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IRISH WIDOW
It's a dreary kind of story, but a story young and old,
in a way already finished, in a way it's never told,
you can hear...

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Irish

'When Irish eyes are smiling',
sang the midwife, gleefully,
as she handed me a bundle,
and revealed that it was 'She'.

A baby, with the darkest hair,
blue eyes, that...

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