Jig Poems - Poems about Jig

They do it in halls, even farms, it’s part of an Irishman’s charms; but the whole world was shook when Flynn found the lost book: Irish Dance, Volume Two, The Arms....

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Beneath the emerald hills they hide, Where shadows stretch and secrets bide, The leprechauns with hats so green, Dance where only dreams are seen. They laugh and twirl in moonlit glow, Their golden coins they softly throw. A wink, a jig, a merry sound, A hidden treasure underground. With mischief in their sparkling eyes, They hide their wealth where magic lies. A rainbow leads, but...

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The Whistlepig Jig I sat upon my porch one day my pennywhistle for to play. When out stepped Mr. Whistle-pig, I thought to dance a jig. “I left the comfort of my den,” says he,”to satisfy my yen. I hear this high-pitched trilling noise, emanating from your little toy.” “This is no little toy”, says I, “so what do you imply?” “I do not like...

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Swept away by infatuation's song and tripped upon its awkward tempo... we crept behind a tear where passion slept, longing where dreams lie wide awake and blind to desires hidden in view, yet - you look through and see only mistakes. Like the melody of a love song when the lyrics are all that will soothe a broken soul lost for so long -...

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The jig of emotions goes on. Always our feelings are changing. We’re happy. When sad, joy is gone. Life events keep rearranging. When happy, we kick and we hop. The jig of emotions goes on. Life’s tempo is quick; should it slow, we feel some monotony . . . yawn. When calm or relaxed, like a swan, we glide! Some emotions are brief. The jig...

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Bursting, breaking free from stress with glee Thankful heart welcomes joy of gracious worth Praising God*for granting radiating, vibrant mirth Ready to bask in hope, then toward glad sharing --- flee. Cheerful to inspire others along praise delight Victorious faith soars toward prayer-driven domain Vanquishing worries, anxieties, and doubts of woeful strain Triumphant over greed, anger, jealousy, as well as nervous-fright. As revived...

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Jiggety jig, my ex. is a pig. It's much worse since I've been gone.. One could clean every day. He won't put things away and he even throws trash on his lawn.. When I go there I shutter at his ability to clutter and wonder what could he pawn.. He's not yet a hoarder but there's no sense of order. I just might throw...

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Too many lines, cut many times: horse backthoat gasps Dramatic mimes..looking good yet, actioning bad' no more Are you the golden lad ' its well past chance, in such like Saloons.' A sage might well weep; before your stage' that Had to come. How could it not? You massage reality Really; a lot.' Look.! keep the suits you...

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For a St Patty’s day jig I need a pink pig. His dog was irritated. His name was Quig. I can dance a jig, just give me a swig. His master shook his head, off popped his wig. I need a jazzy curly-tailed dancer, he said to Quig. The only one good enough will have to be a pig. I can...

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Writing poems is like a puzzle, we hunt to find words that fit right!...

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Goliath stood up straight and tall But David knew that he would fall Goliath was stoned And everyone groaned His shoelace tripped him after all!...

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The sun rose up this morning; I danced a little jig. I made sure no one noticed; It wasn’t very big. There was no whoop or holler, Nor even a small screech. Just a lightness in my step As I drove off from the beach....

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Doing an Irish Jig*** (To the music of The Bothy Band) ——— ——— So early in the morning, If you looked, you Couldn’t tell that I Was really awake, With my mind mixing Through an Irish hornpipe jig Beside pretty Peg And Tiddie Dunbar. After meeting in What seems...

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On to Ireland Don’t look for me here anymore, I’m moving on to Ireland On the morrow, for I’ve only one voice and It’s longing to sing! Henceforth, I’ll work as a seamstress, Stitching everyone’s wings To the sides of their hearts… There in Ireland Where everyone sings, You may find me in Dublin dancing With the ghost of Joyce. I’ll be Reciting his words in his...

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You don’t want to hear his laughter. When this Father has to come down there like in don’t make me come downstairs… When the Lord laughs; when he scoffs, all bets are off. You’ll be dizzy when you see the hosts of heaven, the giant scepter… the crown. He is enthroned in heaven. There is no better place. This kingdom can never be replaced. You can’t kick @...

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