Kells Poems - Poems about Kells

...My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, and has the dress sense of an anchorite. Fastidious? Only in he......

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...Filigree Celtic Filigree Graceful filigree unbroken Weaves a tracery With strands entwined Like a whisper from the misty isles Woven into whorls of melodic unity, Indivisible spirals of the......

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...Roads rising up from Irish mists in merry jigs To the flowing tenor song Sung by the River Boyne born from Tara's Keep As Patrick's paschal fire Weaves truth from stones of blarney And lucky cha......

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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 gargantuan giant going mad Armagh apple girl, any topic ......

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...Padraig's Fire Hurry! Hurry through the night With windstorms Breathing at your back Before the shadows know You pass their doors - Their darkened, dusty, empty hearths - Before the dawn as......

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...Have nothing to say, but lots to write Can’t see in the dark, will wait till its light The birds are still nesting, there’s nothing to do But before I do back to bed, how are you? Happy Lark is......

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...CHI - RHO IN THE BOOK OF KELLS A millennium and more since it left the Scottish shore, Chi -Rho Christ’s name Swirling in an anaesthetising trance induces The soul-memory back to a......

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...My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, and has the dress sense of an anchorite. Fastidious? Only in he......

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...Hail, oh hypoactive attention deficit, With a brain that's raveled in tumbleweed, Inundate thy mind with alchemical medicine, To satisfy thy folly's focus dressed in tweed. Suck the soma from ......

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...The Irish have the Book of Kells, A wise and ancient tome, But I prefer the hook of kvells, Much closer to my home. To kvell, in Yiddish, means to crow, Most likely rather loud, About someone who ma......

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...Show me what you've woven And show the children too From ancient time In weave design Eight knots are born of you The Book of Kells And Lindisfame In threads of time divine Beginnings of T......

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