Long Beamish Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of unborn flowers, 
wishes for a 
meditative 
musing amidst 
this mocha...

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(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her...

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He said that it was brillig, but what did that word mean
And slithy is a word that I had never seen
If you gyre and gimble, what do you really do
I guess when in the wabe,...

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A gentle breeze solaced by my langsyne
Enamored at your bonnie smile at first sight
I longed for time to see more of your shine
Flowed by your wavy smooth satiny coiffe an admired alight.

A beamish time reeled...

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In Beamish Street, collecting the rent,
Was how my Tuesday mornings were spent.
An arduous task at the best of times.
Nell McFee, hubby in jail for various crimes.
Sobbing to me as she had no rent to pay,
Offering...

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Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis
Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism?
Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish?
Why should knives of nemesis nip the knots of neutralism?

Cores of conscience, like collapsed castles,...

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A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had

The fairest face may be foul of heart
Deft deceit is how now it shall start

Like fated moths drawn to the light
Novices can't tell...

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Tryst edged ... Aurora whisper serendipitous saffrons,
e'er forging balms beamish strands to aerate crown's expanse, whilst bestrewn
lissome mists waltzes amongst errant gasp caught in rapture.

An ephemeral cloudburst evaporates on supine
silhouettes of the gods. Pristine manna...

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Barefoot in a field of daisies

hair blowing in the breeze

smile beaming ear to ear

babbling brook streaming nearby

A picture, no words

A story, unheard

Sunrays shining down 

from the cerulean morning sky

a parasol twirling in her hand

shading those...

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I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!

He has no wicked claws or...

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Alone in the hallway where time stands still
She serves out her sentence against free will
Brilliance shimmers under torn papal masks
Submitting to servitude and mundane tasks

She listens as the trapped butterfly pleas
Wishing to break out, waiting...

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