Memory Ireland Poems

If I could have chose to love another, 
And the heavens had fallen from the sky, 
And the fields which offer little or no hope,
Would...

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The Hill of Howth During Horse Show Week 1972


June 16 is Bloomsday when in a world defying time
which stately fat Buck Mulligan starts off with...

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Goodbye to the leprechauns
goodbye clover carpets of green
I will cross many a deep blue sea
 to a wide sunshine land, just for me.

I have my...

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Spirit of the ancient isles,
Of Erin and of Albion,
I call to thee,
Please come to us,
Ancient spirit come to me,
I call to thee,
In moorland wind,
And highland...

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The poems I never wrote are 
all here on my page on this site 
I mean it 
I plagiarised every one of them 
from some...

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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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I saw you moving through the trees
Unsure I'd seen what eyes had seen
Through glints of sunshine on your face
To shadows on the trees embrace

I remember...

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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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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an...

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molten times, volcanising immensity, vast plateau
  belly-belching landform
  oceans, shallow seas and lakes swell up and down
  land-bridging, submerging
  any one...

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CHI - RHO    IN  THE  BOOK OF KELLS 


A millennium and more since it left the Scottish shore,
Chi -Rho ...

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The Irish have music and Guinness and tweed
And bright green land dotted with sheep.
There isn't much more that a person could need
But some friends, food...

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Kerry, oh Kerry, when I’m feeling down and blue,
I like to hold a photograph, sit here and think of you,
Your beauty it surely puts the...

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