Long Donegal Poems

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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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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Our country is full of hypocrites 
who stand up against nothing and bend over for everything 
the peoples amendments pushing European agendas upon us for change 
towards liberal law in our downfall
 
Unto our sovereignty...

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A stone round standing fortress crowns forever beauty
The name translated to english Grianan means sunny spot or sun temple
The land bows down inspirational the view 
seat of the high kings dating back to 1700 B.C
Overlooking...

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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an Irish nation half-wrenched from a bloodied and wearied empire
 ...

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Passed down through generations of my family history
is the story of a man buried, and of an ensuing mystery.
It's an age old story that my ancestors have always told
about the presence of a rose appearing...

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In Jan, nineteen thirty-three, there was man called Mick Malloy
At the time he was an alcoholic and a poor homeless boy.
A young Irish fire-fighter out of work
He left his home in Donegal - to find...

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i almost cried 
bought a cheap 
gas bottle
from a friend 
who was up visiting
said a neighbor 
had moved out
gave it 
to him saying 
its almost full
saying its three times
normal size 
of the gas bottle t
which...

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ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM (acrostic)

A lthough I’ve attempted some difficult and
N eddlesome poems in my decades of writing,
T he ultimate challenge had to be an acrostic
I n which the longest English word was chosen.
D eciding to undergo the...

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Bagpipes in short high sounding squeals 
 that loudly play to the ears appeal
 some haunting distant melodic foreboding malaise,
stretching across an isle of green-blue ways,
 freed open and gingerly
 along the lochs and rivers...

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From the Faughan river valley
To Binevenaghs mighty brow
I love these roads to travel
Wish I could tread them now

To in an instant be propelled
Landing on that grassy slope
That overlooks Magilligan strand
Would be my greatest hope

To take...

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Lifting my weary an drugged head
"Hey'
Is all that croaked
From a dried throat
As the Irish gals
From Donegal
Those medical Angels
Surely sent
By family past
Dote about
My sickening
Karmic Dragons breath
Did seek me out again
Only so many times
I be lucky
To duck...

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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...

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My Irish Jewel             May 15, 2016
 
They took a piece of my land, six of thirty two
They came with might and stole it,...

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On Summers eve-you danced by night
On sweet-scented breeze by the campfires light
Your flaming hair-locks swirling wild-
desires and passion you did rile.
My Gypsy maid from Clare's sweet paths
from Donegal to Dublin's streets-
and a brothel there called...

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An Irish State of Mind July 20, 2013

In a New York bar, pretty far, with Donegal on my mind
 Missing my country, miss my friends, in an Irish state of mind
 Donegal town, Bundoran, Killybegs...

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The most beautiful birthplace? Why, Donegal of course.
Having travelled the world, I have no remorse,
at returning home.

Summer sunshine? I go and explore.
Sea with a sheen of blue. Forty shades of green.
Forest, mountain, stream.

All alone I...

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A misty morning in Donegal.
My sheep are scattered over bog.
Must wipe the sand man from sleepy eyes.
Put on the kettle when I rise.

Rex is already outside half door.
He senses mist may rise some more.
No delay...

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I'm so happy I could cry.
My eldest child has said goodbye.
To England and that silly Boris,
who mismanaged the threat to us.

She and her fiance caught the ferry.
I'm so pleased it makes me merry.
Here in the...

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I drop a stick down from the bridge
Into the waters far below
It carries my hopes with it
To see how far my stick will go

I am hoping it will travel far
And bounce upon the eddies
Missing all...

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ONLY TWENTY  YEARS 

Who  can know the future of  twenty years
And discount the dim offerings of Gateshead?
What  12 year old can imagine
The emptiness of prairies in Montana
Or  smell from fifty...

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