Long Blarney Poems

"White the Lowest Sky"



Cries the Lowest Sky 
tear drops fed as manna
o’er the littlest warrior 
face raised to ultra Light

The 3
that sit in Ultra Gamma
there cries the lowest Sky
the voice that ever hears you

Cries the...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of...

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The famous Blarney Stone, some can't resist
When in Ireland, it's on tourist's checklist
But do...

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"Two Worlds Split"



One world 
fell into unlit hues 
black swallows 
black dogs their consort
murderous their crows
black wings of darkest blue

dark knight,
their oceans
locked in 
another's,
lost eternally,
dark nighted

corralling 
the purple heart bruised,
deadly nightshades pierce
the shadows hiding
under the...

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"SYNAESTHESIA"



The Rose was burning 
long before she was Green
The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke
On his future dreams


Long before she was Green
The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Walking barefoot through the buried Rust 
and rustling burnished Ochre leaves...

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Paddy

His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short!  He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a...

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Woman Poets
Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

Anyone can make a comment when they want to.
Someone should write one about the men now.

Are pretty woman poets living in a palace
With no malice at all so we...

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Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

Anyone can make a comment when they want to.
Someone should write one about the men now.

Are pretty woman poets living in a palace
With no malice at all so we call...

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Woman Poets
Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

A Repeat

Pretty woman poets are living in a palace,
With no malice at all so we call her Alice,
But then in mail received another invoice;
Said her name is Joyce and...

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yes, this daft punk pink animal from farm ville will newt axe
any thank u mooch positive word does not rick choir whet backs
now i hold out virtual fig leaf tub buffer 
   end...

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It was an autumn day, fresh and crisp,
with a slight breeze blowing that made 
our cheeks rosy.  My Aunt Trix and I were
on the trip of a lifetime, one in which she
had been making...

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Murk Rammer froze as he felt the nuzzle
of a snub-nosed thirty-eight’s deadly muzzle.
Louis The Retch poked it into his back.
“The jig’s up, Rammer. I ain’t cuttin’ no slack.”

Murk had been tricked by a double-crossing dame,
alias...

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She walks in to the disco 
Feeling pretty hot
Glances from the others 
Tell her that she’s not.
Killer heels do just that
Lips a cupid bow
Drops her Prada handbag
Wrinkles start to show.
Downs a quick Bacardi
Drinking makes her...

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Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced 
well nigh high noon same day)

On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above...

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There’s a monkey tag-team of mo-rons 
running things   ~   Polly Would Pinocchio style
Dumb and Dumber dolts 
got dim a dullard king Dumbo
dunce chair directing

Elephant Man, with the carrot top sage
He’s a...

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Sun declines, beneath the emerald rim
And I'll be headin' home...
to a cottage in the moor lands 
with a fire to warm me' bones

The kettle of beans are boilin'
and some coals will bake me scones
I will...

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Millions and millions of bricks
Tons and tons of concrete
Lord only knows how many panes of glass
Granite, Marble, and cobblestone too
Build a city strong, steeped in history

The Adams, Otis, Hancock, and Revere
Tea parties, massacres and lanterns...

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Sun is declining, beneath a blue Irish sea
With a fire to warm me' bones, in a cottage by the bay
And the coals to bake me scones, 
Where the bracken turns so reddin'
Like a wildfire on...

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It’s been a day, brother, it’s been a day.
I’m ridiculous for lack of content,
All my plot holes are on display.
Am I doing OK? Am I having a day?
I can’t get a call back. I sat...

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Blarney 

Recall
With me
A time
Long passed...
Back when
Dragons'
Fame was
Ablaze ...
Knights would 
Slay them. 
Dwarves would
Cheat them. 

No one
Loved a 
Dragon. 

Gossip 
Spewed out
Far and
Swiftly;
Bounties 
On their
Heads were
Posted. 
So great 
Was the
Murder
And fear,
Dragons 
Took to
Hiding. 

They hid
In caves
And...

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I walk the path amid the trees
Where footsteps of the past have tread
Where ancient stones of Blarney please,
Where lips upon the stone are wed.

My roots run deep with Irish blood
and County Cork's where my folk...

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I walk the path amid the trees
where footsteps of the past have tread.
Where ancient stones of Blarney please,
where lips upon the stone are wed.

My roots run deep with Irish blood
and County Cork's where my folk...

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I have many Summer memories,
to which I can relate!
But, as I think back, one stands out.
One, I think was really great!

Our longtime wish, to visit Ireland,
was finally coming true!
My wife and I, and our two...

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I’ve crossed many rivers so cold
am known to be stout and bold
the likes of cheese and crackers
makes me lips go smackers.

The flavor kicks up me nose
like cat nip makes me doze
keeping a stiff upper lip
I’m...

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A barefoot lad, in blue overalls, laying in a meadow
of green growing clover appearing to slumber,
His green Irish hat lies over his face under
the shadow  of a willow.

A pot of fantasy Irish gold sits...

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