Long Derry Poems
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I am drunk, stoned, woozy and tipsy
Drinking beer, brandy and whiskey,
Swinging with abandon like a gipsy.
Kinda crazy, sozzled but hella merry…
Ha, Mary, kiss me! And Yo Sherry,
Your luscious lips, red as a ripe cherry…
Yoo-hoo, life could be a ding-a-derry.
The unsavory past is but long forgotten
Life’s more fun now and not at all rotten
The hurt is bearable and the pain lessen
Since flirting with this devious devil often
Brings me bliss and heartaches soften.
Like little children laugh, dance and sing
All summer, winter, autumn and spring,
With a passionate heart I bid you to bring
lots of hugs, kisses and joyful yodeling.
~A Brian Strand contest.
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Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.
The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer in the valley, was the only neighbor, like waves of no reply.
Still, school hours were fun for Stella, like rollicking days of summer;
When plum sun, waltzed with stars of glitter, often going undercover.
Stella, at times, threw coins in their well, to wish for a special friend,
Besides the birds and blooms of beauty, and rolling hills of never end.
As faint rays forgive after furious storm, distant family came, finally;
In fancy days of dinnerplate dahlias, of gold, pink, or maroon vitality.
Stella lived in the house of empty rooms, that recollected sunny joys;
There the nostalgic past, argued with hopeful future, making no noise.
A purple path close to their front door, seemed painted with petunias;
In amethyst days of evening sparkle, and sunrises, the hue of peaches.
Numerous nightingales sang at hiigh noon, when new neighbors called;
In notable, precious moments, not ever forgotten-redolence enthralled!
'String of hearts plants,' trailed love petals, as 'oyster plant,' culled gems.
The rich pink, 'quill blooms,' shot daggers, like vexed queens, in diadems.
'Enchanting hostas' charmed summer moon, as 'elephant ears,' harked;
Then 'rising sun redbud' trees sang, with dawn on gloss petals, marked.
Stella still wandered to the well to wish, some afternoons and evenings,
As some yet gaze at mysterious stars, to uncover astrological meanings.
Stella was reading in her favorite spot, on a day of hot, persimmon sun;
And she looked up and saw a girl her age. A new friendship was begun!
Veronica was the daughter of the farmer in the dell, who was divorced;
And she was now living with him. Stella was invited to dinner, of course.
In time, Stella and her mom got to know, their nearest neighbors, well;
For Stella got her wish, when her mother married the farmer in the dell.
'The farmer in the dell.
The farmer in the dell.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer in the dell.
The farmer takes a wife.
The farmer takes a wife.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer takes a wife.
The wife takes a child.
The wife takes a child.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The wife takes a child.'
mighty Finn MacCool, fierce Antrim lad
slung sling-shot Samson right off his pad
shattered mindsets, tilted clocks
swiped Goliath in the docks
gargantuan giants going mad
Armagh apple girl, any topic
she star gazed past the misanthropic
vantage point, two cathedrals
Gullion top, polyhedrals
planetarium, telescopic
clever Cavan man miles from the sea
found the Shannon source down on one knee
tiny trickle, goodness sake
then a torrent, then a lake
in Breffni county coarse fish are free
one from London, the other, Derry
these two wee men were very hairy
bendy bridge across the Foyle
peaceful city soon to spoil
their Sperrin looks were very scary
there was an eejit from Donegal
climbed up Muckish, had a great fall
the scree slopes of Errigal
still alive, it's a miracle
his Malin head had no sense at all
surly curly kid from county Down
lost in the drumlins wearing a frown
city edge, mountains of Mourne
disappeared where he was born
by Strangford narrows acting the clown
wily Fermanagh wench kept two men
each was called Ernie from way back when
overhead in their flying boats
spied her flashing petticoats
ocean in sight, they fell short again
most mysterious Monaghan boy
sibling Virginia, she was his joy
dressed up in his sister’s clothes
sexy Clones, no one knows
'cept over the border, Auchnacloy
Tyrone joker a champion be
chalk in pocket he could hardly see
bendy cue, whipped their asses
fifteen balls, such big glasses
all for his ma and a tidy fee
Deep in the heart of Ireland there runs
A dark belief the future rests on guns
In the midst of a riot in the city of Derry
That sinister undercurrent was in play
It was then that Lyra, just doing her job
Took snaps to record the rioting mob.
Here was a promising young reporter
Whom many a paper hankered after
Yet a single bullet from an illicit gun
Ended a career so bravely begun.
This innocent target felled by a single shot
Became the shadowy gunman's scabrous blot
For out of that Good Friday's grim testament
There has grown full community agreement
That terrorists must never again stalk the land
To dismantle the dialogue of peace long since planned.
Out of the ashes , we hope , of the martyrdom of Lyra McKee
Will Ireland from vile and callous terrorism be now set free.
To Derry, who reached beyond the pen
To seek the sun and fluffy clouds
A flash of green and you were gone
With headdress regal and so proud
Upon the leafy giants, there you sat
To see the world, with little eyes in awe
Behind your home and mirror void
No image within, the seed untouched
Just silence to fill the endless gap
No Derry or sweet song and chatter
What happened to you, proud little chap
Who preened with care those feather's green
Were you lost or pleases to rid the ties
Of human leash and small confine
Feel a freedom so divine and stretch
Those budgie wings to sail away
I hope you're safe and having fun
To swoop and dive upon the wind
And sing your budgie song so fair
That splash of green that soothes the air
They were Lilly Whites from Kildare,
And Boggers from County Clare,
Herring Gutters from Donegal
And Dubliner Jackeens.
They were Goat Suckers, Slaneysiders,
Magpies and Rossies.
They were Kellys, and Murrays,
O’Carrols, and Moores,
They were Campbells, MacMurphys, and Dunns.
One claimed he’s from the Hill of Tara,
Another, from Tyrone among the brush.
They came for the work on the Schuylkill Canal.
They came for the work on the railway.
They came for the love of those lonesome Colleens
They left at the dockside in Derry.
They worked and they drank,
And they gambled and swore,
And they prayed for the saints’ intercession.
A few sought the balm of a comforting whore,
Then mumbled their sins at confession.
They offered their immigrant muscle and sweat,
Like Hercules hard at his labors,
And carved out the tunnels and fashioned the locks
That helped build their grandchildren’s nation.
Daydreaming holding your hands love
we came to the great walls of Derry
sitting on the riverbank arising dream
awakening sweetly pointing out its guns
felt like singing into your ear
your an adorable dream
about this armored city enchanting castles
trying to give you each and every day
that very special bit of magic glow
I was drawing pictures for you smiling
saying how romantic sweet it felt for me,
saying I thought it looked like a great battleship
posing showing her strength
or even pirates on land smiling
overlooking the river Foyle sings out from the ripples,
drawing how softly I saw it in my childhood vision
only now adoring you the heart's queen
It really sparkled telling you love
this the first time with anyone,
sharing this was with you honey
just out of this world
most loving of all dreams
sparkled in such amazing beauty
I remember reaching over softly to kiss you
sweetie holding your hand just love your shyness
thinking back with such gentle warmness
truly my soul mate your smile shines in the mirrors,
thanking God for having found you
I am so happy this day such a memory
with such a dream never ending blissful thoughts
feelings of such joy spilling over
just loving you so beautiful warm flickering the firelight
so sorry if in any way I ever offend thee ,truly ,
never will it be my intention or will
as the love for you grows stronger
in the passing of each new moon
each day with you beautiful
never will i forget me not
beautiful flower you are baby
the secret vessel who shot me down good .
( … if you catch me doing one of these.)
Naming any baby Finton,
voting for Hillary Clinton,
complimenting Nascar,
moving to Nebraska,
using "literally" to mean "very",
calling Derry Londonderry,
uttering the word "redact",
claiming Johnny Depp can act,
saying society's to blame,
mentioning fifteen minutes of fame,
feeling sorry for Amanda Knox,
watching anything on Fox,
or even one second of Jerry Springer,
making speech marks with my fingers,
drinking alcohol alone,
admiring Sharon Stone,
labelling anyone a pagan,
sighing "bring back Ronald Reagan",
playing Rod Stewart's "We Are Sailing",
paying money to see Van Halen ...
(and if ever, instead of clever,
I say smart,
I promise to wear -
right there -
a target across my heart.)
Watch out, guys!
"Clap hands, clap hands,
Till father comes home,
For father's got money"
Children play a game called "King of the Hill"
"Ena, mena, mona, mite.
Pasca, laura, bona, bite.
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread.
Stick, stock, stone dead"
He is great in business, real estate and entertainment
"Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady"
What are his politics and faith
"It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go,
It's a long way to Tipperary"
He just talked about his D*ck size
"Rumour, rumour, pump and derry*
Prick his heart and burn his body
And send his soul to purgatory"
(*Derry means to have a strong dislike for something)
Millions of ordinary Americans support him 100%
"My Mother said, I never should
Play with the gypsies in the wood"
He says "I will be the greatest jobs presidential that God ever created."
"The fox went on a chilly night,
He prayed to the moon to give him light,
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the
Town-o, town-o, town-o,"
Donald Trump will he win or lose
"Round and round the earth is turning,
Turning always into morning,
And from morning into night"
Owner of one of the most famous commercial jet aircraft in the world is 747
................... fly free
"Glory to the newborn King,
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!"
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies "
08.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Songs & Rhymes In English
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Soldier F was charged today
Disgusted is all I can say
Doing a job in times gone by
Ask yourselves the reason why
Deployed there at the governments request
Where's your loyalty out of interest
He done what others wouldn't do
So your life today wouldn't be blue
Went over there on demand
On orders given by this land
To help the people who soon would hate
47 years on he meets his fate
The bogside in Derry is where this was
Protesters and rioters present for there cause
Petrol bombs and broken glass
What would you do is what I ask
Fight for your Country the posters did say
Don't let terrorists get in the way
Bring them to justice for atrocities carried out
Not the soldier who came to your shout
Now every soldier has done there bit
Showing true British grit
Not easy being on receiving end
Not knowing if enemy or friend
The bit that hurts those that have served
Unfair treatment not deserved
Soldier F should be let free
He did his bit for liberty
So judge and jury and public spirit
Open your eyes could you have done it
March amongst all the chaos and debris
To help those who want to be free