Long Irish whiskey Poems

Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy's 1976 Buick into Eagan's Funeral Home for Tim McGillicuddy's wake. At 87,...

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Won’t you please take me back
To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house 
With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it
And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio
Covered in leather with glorious knobs
That brought me the...

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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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That godless sound
His head explodes at 6:01am
Same as every day
He falls out of bed
Steps on the cat
Slides into his slippers
Shuffles to the kitchen
Puts the coffee on
Bumps his head on the cupboard door
Again
Sits down and looks...

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AN INDEPENDENT SCOTLAND? (Or, Beware The English)
by Damian on June 15, 2014. © Damian Cranney, All rights reserved

An independent Scotland,
That will do just fine,
We no longer have to listen
To the Scots familiar line.

Whatever woe that...

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one fine sunny morning dazzling golden sunrise 
dancing with rays of magical sunshine 
dewdrops on silver webs glistening drops
he began whistling and dancing
picking wild mushrooms on the forest floor 
to make magic wonder and happenings...

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one fine sunny morning dazzling golden sunrise 
dancing with rays of magical sunshine 
dewdrops on silver webs glistening drops
he began whistling and dancing
picking wild mushrooms on the forest floor 
to make magic wonder and happenings...

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ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1875 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from...

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He Didn’t Leave Much


He didn’t  leave much, never had much.
His “stuff” mostly fit in one drawer of the
old dresser.  His world a daily grind of
rising at five AM, walking to his first job.
Then...

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With alcohol coursing through my veins,
I sense and feel the best of my pains.

With double resolve to amend my aims,
I can’t believe I really want to.

Oh Alcohol!  Oh Alcohol!  Oh Alcohol!
you are the...

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Looking for Hemingway


It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in front of me and one in front...

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One dark dreary night while happily drinkin’ up a big big storm,
I beheld a tiny green man in my bottle, oh!—not the norm.

He’s my tiny green man in my Irish whiskey bottle.
He’s my Leprechaun with...

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Whiskey Lips So Sublime

Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of...

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Whiskey Lips So Sublime

Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of...

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Ain't nothin' like a steamin' cup o' coffee to greet the early morn.
It'll calm yer nerves and git you goin' just as sure as you wuz born!
With mixin's added to suit yer taste, it must...

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Leonard Cohen 
heavy dusk curtains
blinds choke afternoon sun
arch lamp
low light tangles
plaid consignment couch
hot glass Irish Whiskey

4 days died in February
a moment
remained silent
she stayed home
famous last words
I'll run out in that storm
but I'll let you go...

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ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1847 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from...

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In a dreary cold township with life all but gone,
The raped rain-slick streets drag on and drag on,
Wet newspaper pages flap into the road,
All the power lines heave from a huge overload.
The Devil holds court...

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Apple pucker gets things started.
Bacardi Limon, with Sprite of course.
Cactus Juice, on the rocks.
Dirty mother, one of my Kahlua faves.
Eggnog, now even more so my Christmas fave.
French Connection, takes me to France for next to...

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Some Day I’m Coming Back


The things that made us who we are
aren’t written in a book
nor do the things they gave us
equal what they took.
Hands that rocked the cradle
soon left welts behind
the harshness of their...

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IRISH WIDOW
It's a dreary kind of story, but a story young and old,
in a way already finished, in a way it's never told,
you can hear it when it's raining, but it's never meant to hear,
it's...

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I used to ride waves on the deep blue sea,
A Sailor's life was the life for me.
It was the wildest thing I ever did,
I've been called Salty Dog and even Squid.

On a crusty deck, the...

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Accept, the chastity and understanding of the spirit
                A life in strict celibacy, ignore their sexual feelings
   ...

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I want to go across the sea to Dublin.
Immediately is when my journey must begin.
There is a pretty Irish lass waiting for me there.
She has cool blue eyes and lovely red hair.
Here in the states,...

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Saint Patrick's Day 2018
By Franklin Price
3/17/2018

Today is old Saint Patrick's Day
It's the wearin' o' the green
Chased the snakes right out of Ireland
Not a nary one I've seen

I must say, I've never been there
But hope some...

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