Long Irish stew Poems

The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 2"

No ice cream, 
cupboard’s bare
ultra Fahrenheit sun, 
hang out the clothes
do the dinner run, 
setting table, 
setting sun,
Can of Irish Stew, mashed potatoes, 
Baked Beans, toast -
no Sunday...

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Dead now, Jackie Walsh?
Smolderingly blonde like a strawberry,
protesting your stolen innocence; one snuffed candle.
So much promise you had, the favored cousin,
my own father loved you best.
All gone in an instant, one busy street, and one...

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My life was dull with hints of gray,
                 No longer am I sad and blue. 
   ...

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Jumping over many a Social Security gate,
For the mighty and generous New York State,
So by now, my knees are shot,
And their help, of course, I see not
So my dire circumstances grow hot,
Cause needed medicines I...

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The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns!
An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins!
A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes,
To celebrate the holiday with...

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The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns!
An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins!
A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes,
To celebrate the holiday with...

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Americans are a mixture of flavors:
Salty, spicy, sweet.
Whatever you like,
your taste we meet.

Descendants of countries
far and wide.
Wherever they once lived
they came here to hide.

Hiding from violence and hate,
from poverty and war, 
immigrants seeking a new...

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 the perfect winter day
the house is warm, the fireplace a blaze
dinner simmering on the stove
a meal that will warm to the bone
my homemade Irish stew is perfect
for cold winter days and poisoning
you never finished...

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Stepped right through 
That hole in the wall
To find myself 
In her front hall

Hello is that you she said 
And I thought what the heck 
And checked down my body 
From my ankles to my...

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Knocking boots,
it was fun until the boots got old.

The best scrumpy
was not a girl at all, but a pint of raw cider.

Midway through a hike, she cooked up
hot Irish stew in a chill mountain mist.
Never...

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McGee's oldest son, graduated from school
But McGee wished he had more ambition 
Instead of a doctor, a Lawyer or Cop
He became an astute, dietitian 
But, all in all McGee was still proud
And happy his son...

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Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.

The lords of the...

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Stretched Time 

Twenty years! TWENT YEARS! I have lived in this tiny hamlet 
a lifetime…for some. Maybe I have been here hundred years
and the time before I came is shrouded in a mythical dream.
Deep oceans...

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I LIKE TO BAKE
Lord, you know I like to bake,
That velvety rich chocolate cake,
Covered with icing, I never stop,
Until chocolate curls adorns the top.

Lord, you know I like to bake, 
Custard slices and biscuits make,
With...

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Portugal in May
These rounded hills surrounding my valley is lush 
green with yellow flowers, wish I were a horse, no 
jutting military granite jaws around here; God, when 
making Portugal, had women in mind. 

A...

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There is something strange
There is something peculiar
About this five letter word
This word can make one quiver

Five letters that makes you shiver
It's one word that sends chills down your spine
It terrifies, it petrifies, it creates fear

Court...

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I'm going to fly,
and see Ireland,
The Emerald Isle,
My ticket's in hand.

Visit in a pub,
drink pints awhile.
Joke with the Locals,
carouse, laugh and smile.

Eat real Irish stew,
brown wheaten bread too.
Then go explore,
old castles of yore.

It's a must...

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The Novice Sailor
It was ten o´clock in the morning I was struggling 
to keep my balance looking out of the porthole in 
the galley and the day was dark as acute hatred
against the living. Green...

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If your favorite color is green and of the Emerald Isles you dream, you might be Irish. If when you kissed the Blarney Stone you knew at las you were at home, you might be...

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This was written a few years ago for St. Patty's Day and posted:
If your favorite color is green and of the Emerald Isles you dream,
you might be Irish..
If you believe in leprechauns and fairies and...

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*1169, Rawmaish

Be complainers they are without a doubt,
and compliments they may well do without,
when rumors to change their scheme,
like green, whiskey...built up steam,
also Irish stew to Sauer kraut,

Till Saint Patrick's became Saint George, was it,
all...

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My wife is on a diet, so am I,
her will prevails in setting what we do;
no more to breakfast on a tasty fry
nor lunch of prime Scotch mince or Irish stew.
She loves her cherry cake,...

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It’s not easy being perfect
I only know I am
I think that its inherited
I get it from my gran

 
She always knew the right thing
To say, and what to do
Like curing my hiccups
Or making Irish stew

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IRISH GIRL LOVE SONG
Don't love an Irish girl.
She's gonna do you wrong.
She's a hard hearted woman
and she won't stay home.
I got some Irish blood
in my family tree.
But I wouldn't love an Irish girl
For the life...

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