Long Patricks Poems
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Smacked the shalliwag’s hand good and clear
He might be my cousin, but not really dear
He was getting too close to my golden pot
He should have known better, he really ought
Hey! The Clurichaun yelled as I slapped his hand.
I thought we were cousins, so Irish grand!
We are I allowed, but you are way into your cups.
It is time to go home, and play hard with your pups.
The next thing I knew he’d harnessed the master’s sheep.
He was riding them to the night cliff, which was way too sleep.
I put down my shoe and ran after him with my hammer
But what was that music? I stopped a second to yammer.
It was an Irish jig it was. Good and clear from Mountain of Cooley.
I knew what it meant, and the dancing began. I became pretty unruly.
I harnessed a goat, and ran after my cousin.
There’d be pretty girls there, maybe a dozen.
A leprechaun knows when his luck is beginning.
Maybe I’d meet two fancy faeries who could not stop grinning.
The gold long forgotten, I head for the mountain.
When I got there my idiot cousin was down in the fountain.
I should have let him drown, but my ma would be mad.
So I rescued the idiot, so big and so bad.
A pretty Irish faerie came flitting up to see.
She began flirting and primping. A beautiful day just to be.
St. Patrick’s Day was the day we were wed.
I had new shoes, made by my cousin Ned.
My bride was fancy, pretty, and not a bit old.
She I gladly traded for all that stolen gold.
is there room for the Irish in the good ole USA?
room for the hanging of the greens, Hennessey O’Shay?
we will hang this flag over our tavern on Tuesday.
Irish parade will come by and leave a bit of Celtic our way.
will Father O’Leary listen to the confessions of Stephen and Clay?
will there be a mad dash to the Blarney Stone with a tiny sashay?
believe the hanging of the greens might be here to stay.
is corn beef and cabbage on the menu for Tuesday?
merry and gay, we will dance a lively jig, and Pat's pied piper will play.
famous leprechaun will disappear, with his crock of gold, far away.
paddy mcCullough, is there room for the Irish in the good ole USA?
we will know more on Tuesday during the St. Patty’s day soiree.
St Patrick’s day cat wore a tam to die for.
We saw him the second he sauntered into the door.
The pub would never be the same, he was glamor and more.
A fine dapper Irish cat, who serenaded us with folklore.
He has such fashion sense! The females all cried.
He gave us a stomping dance, a jig, and a slide.
St Patrick’s day cat with coral roses on his lapel.
Showed us the way out of our daily hell-to-hell.
We followed him to Dublin singing an Irish ditty.
The felines all followed, screaming how he was pretty.
St Patrick’s day cat ruined it that day for other Toms.
I did not see him myself, but have heard from his moms.
St. Patrick’s Day
Just touching the boundary of my land
A pair of bold bright deodar trees stand.
Precious treasure
My bliss, my pleasure.
Closely attached with branches hand in hand.
Shedding leaves since end of February.
Both show skeleton in haste and hurry
In first week of March,
Sure! No need to search.
‘Next, gorgeous green to come’: Compulsory.
Wonderful! Every year, seventeenth March.
Tiny tender leaf buds peep in each perch.
Time to greet in gay
On St. Patrik’s Day.
Pair of trees in verdant veil on green arch.
03/14/17
Re-edited on 03/04/21
St.Patrick's Day Contest by L., Milton Hankins
Being part Irish I have to admit
that yes indeed, I celebrate it.
If truly the Irish are lucky you see,
I’ll have my green beer and sandwich of brie.
I’ll dress in me greens with a button or two
that says I am Irish, how about you?
I’ll get out me Bodhran and give it some beats;
then my tin whistle, I will play while folks eat.
I’ll have buttery shortbreads’ and other great treats;
and don me tapp’in shoes with their new cleats.
While the fiddler bows his old Irish tunes,
I may take a moment to have me a croon.
I’ll do me a jig or two, for good measure;
then politely say, thank’ye, ‘tis been a pleasure.
Me ancestors came from that dear Emerald Isle;
though they hated to leave, they did it with style.
~Very Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Verse)
St. Patrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green
They drink green beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks
St. Patrick's Day
is a day of magic
merry and laughter
people celebrate
drink eat, have fun with family friends
some just have a ball
Might see a Leprechaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at the end of a rainbow
I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
March.17.2016
Wishing You And Yours a Very Happy And Safe St. Patrick's Day!
Al had dated many women from France, Spain, England and such.
you have never dated an Irish lassie though? Asked his brother Dutch.
not yet, he admitted, are they different than the ones I have squired?
Dutch said, ”You would have your hands full, now until you get retired.”
Colleen was an Irish beauty, with ginger hair and a verdant eye stare.
Al tried to look away, but the idea of dating her was more than a dare.
Colleen laughed when he approached, acted like he was a Boston dope.
he was soon spending all his hours washing himself with zesty soap.
he wanted to impress Colleen; she was the best he had ever seen.
she had her brothers look him over, Al to them was not quite keen.
this cinched the deal, and the young couple ran to tie the knot.
with a five-year-old, a four-year-old, a two-year-old; they are still very hot!
Well it’s March 17th the best day of the year
For the wearing of the green and the drinking of green beer
For eating corn beef and cabbage until you can’t have another bite
And drinking of course that goes on all night
So dance away your stress and send it along
It’s real easy, so just relax and sing along
The drunker you get the better the sound of the song
So have another beer or a shot it’s not ever wrong
Have a double you’re Irish now down it and be strong
Everyone’s Irish today and this is my Irish song
Were all brothers and sisters it doesn’t matter what color you are
So grab hold of me and buy me a drink at the bar
It doesn’t matter the kind of whiskey the young stuff or the old
Once I’ve had enough shots Ill be looking for me pot of gold
So dance away your stress and send it along
It’s real easy, so just relax and sing along
The drunker you get the better the sound of the song
So have another beer or a shot it’s not ever wrong
Have a double you’re Irish now down it and be strong
Everyone’s Irish today and this is my Irish song
So kiss me I’m Irish cause I come from good stock
And maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll show you my shamrock
Let’s have a cigar or maybe a cig
Give me another drink and I’ll show off my Irish jig
So dance away your stress and send it along
It’s real easy, so just relax and sing along
The drunker you get the better the sound of the song
So have another beer or a shot it’s not ever wrong
Have a double you’re Irish now down it and be strong
Everyone’s Irish today and this is my Irish song
It doesn’t matter where you’re from north, south, east or west
Have another drink it will put hair on your chest
Maybe if your good I’ll take you home to meet ma
And if you don’t know any Irish just say Erin Go Bragh
Happy St. Patricks Day!
Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.
Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully forgot or forgave.
Patty (as he was known by his friends)
was a sober, relentless, devout Christian.
As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens
and if he failed to convert you, you weren’t left breathin’.
He could burn you at the steak for ignoring ‘reason’.
To show Christ’s power, he ‘banished’ the snakes,
It’s amazing, the difference a miracle can make.
The year 461 pre-dated laptops and even the Internet,
so, I think it’s time we finally forgive and even forget
the sad, sordid history of Catholic conversion “therapy”
because today we need a reason to drink until we’re green.
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Webster: Gallivant: “travel for pleasure.”
My roommates and I went to Doublin, Ireland last summer.
In casual conversation we asked how they celebrated Saint Patrick's day and their celebrations are like ours, more or less - a secular overindulgence. But on a deeper level, this holiday, they say, is dedicated to the patron saint of heathen genocide.
ickity dickity splickity mertickity splay
Homer and Oscar have both had a persnickety day
They are dancing a swiggle wiggle jig, heading my way
I love watching these identical leprechauns on St. Patrick’s day
ickity dickity splickity mertickity blarney climbs out of the clay
March 17th is the yearly utmost happiness day for enchanted fey
eve rainbow is shining on us with leprechaun’s magic spray
Toodlie oodlie ooh dance is presented by Fannie O’Shay
ickity dickity splickity mertickity forms a new blue jay
Don’t you know that emerald is the color of this magic Irish Thursday?
The bird hops off without commenting, a tail feather sashay
reach for corned beef and cabbage, off an Irishman’s tray.
The Dubliners are heading out the backdoor toward the bay
Harmonizing the best they can with a high ho ho hig hey!
Is it always this much fun here? Asks a visitor from Monterey
had to tell him a ring tail truth, for he is not Irish, Okay?