Be causeable in restraint before my voice
That witness of wilted realms given
Allowed all to pass
Withering torment
Endowed article of bridge drawings
Beknownst as aisle
Meander purchase beneath frown
I am male and without
Earth herself shells foreign against you
Is done with world war 2
We may begin writing
Western Civilizational
The other night I had a good time
It was years ago when I see crowded in a bar
Not as often! I joined them then asked what is going on?
Carnivalesque night! Irish Day someone replied
Congratulations was my simple reply
Red flowing hair, she waited long
in her arms, he did belong
why go to fight, she did not know
a bloody battle, the Somme, in flow
she waited long, with babe in arms
in her heart, it tears apart
they were so young and very poor
why war to fight, she wasn't sure.
would he come back, to her devote
so she sang to him, in this small note
wasteful lives, thousand dies
no one knows of the why's
l never knew them, but l see them now
in photo's old, and close somehow
she was a beauty, he was so proud
so much love, but shroud in clouds
red flowing hair, he came back to her
in her arms, he now belongs
he had to go, but still more woe
they died together, passed love
.............................. .............did grow.
for my grandparents..Clannad (English lyrics) 'Siuil A Run'
The Happy Wanderer
I like to wander near and far.
Just me and my little white car.
There are treasures to be found everywhere.
Just waiting to be discovered out there.
Soon I saw a little mom and pop store.
It was in a small house with a green door.
I was greeted by a jolly little old man.
He had a small green book in his right hand.
What can I do for you young man?
I will help you if I can.
I have this book, you will like it I bet.
So I said I don't know yet.
“Irish Blessings” was the title I could see.
For he was Irish as anyone could be.
For a few coins, the book was mine.
To be enjoyed in time.
I read it from cover to cover.
And enjoyed it like no other.
So as you can see,
I’m as happy as can be.
A kind word and a smile,
makes life worth while.
So be happy and smile.
For there is beauty in every mile.
-Leo Lefebvre, Author
“Irish slang is funny.” --- Is that a fact?
What matters most is its wholesome impact
Revealing good* heart’s zest
To influence with best
Through blest joyfulness, along kindness-act.
*Galatians 6:7, 10 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap...As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith.
March 28, 2025
3rd place, "An Irish Themed Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 3/29/2025
Mr. O'Toole in trauma sat in front
Seeking mercy from tax assessor stunt.
His Irish luck grace
Full Blown-in his face.
With distaste pay money in full upfront.
3/26/2025
An Irishman with a small willy
Was hoping for nookie with Milly
Said, "I'll still make you squirm
with my tiny lil worm"
But Milly said, "Don't be so silly!"
Irish accents quake my female southland.
Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland.
Irish yearns may want touch,
Did not seek to feel such.
Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand.
McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent
Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent
He shows respect to women
In their praises he's swimmin'
They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent
An Irish Themed Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
At the pubs across the Ireland nights
It's a clover field under the lights
Irish men love to pluck
Stray petals with good luck
They like the pink clovers in their sights
Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume
“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great
This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors
Limericks written for St. Patrick's Day
Celebrate the Irish in ev'ry way
It's said in tales of old
Leprechauns buried gold
At the rainbow's end it was meant to stay
It's a day for dancing and wearin' green
Shamrocks in the hair of each colleen
To Erin Go Bragh, a toast
A holiday loved by most
But kissin' the Blarney Stone's not my scene
The Emerald Isle's heathered hills are lush
where on a Bonnie lass you'll have a crush
Walking on Dublin's shore
Or on the grassy moor
You can steal a wee kiss to make her blush
The seventeenth of March will soon be here
St. Patrick's Day arrives every year
Jameson~ take a swig
Then dance an Irish jig
Or imbibe Guiness with lots of good cheer
The time will come when this holiday ends
And I'll wish my days here I could extend
Irish blood flows in my veins
Here, part of my heart remains
I'll just sing Molly Malone and pretend.
darn it~ I cut the grass too short
why wait for tomorrow~ get an early start with a bottle of the Jamesons
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