Long Shamrock Poems

*Image of Pala au & Nanahoa by Historic Hawaii
AUDIO: Couplet read
VIDEO: Unique Okala Island Off Monumental Cliffs of Moloka'i


Cliff

Cliff's supply the bemused aback.
Amassed jaws sink as all stand back,
tourist gawks, at paired land splendors.
First; mountain...

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He was a leprechaun who wore a silly shamrock hat
He incessantly counted golden coins by day, as he lazily sat
For a tiny fellow his belly had grown dangerously fat
He paid no mind, " Can you...

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In some point of your life, 
Which has been pain of your living.
It can be at any point of your life...

A sudden refresh of all yoursef,
Pops up as a regular coincidence.

Suddenly, all the weight of...

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The moment I laid eyes on you,
I knew I finally found God's perfection.
All the beauty He crafted and sculptured,
Created you without any correction.

I wonder if there were circumstances,
Where I courageously ask your number.
I express all...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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Shhh....Ok, quiet down, quiet down; let me smash this clown.....

Ryan, kneel before your father, or I will pop you like a cyst!
Writing this slam I shouldn't bother, you're not even on the "top 50 best...

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VI
Deeds

Patrick traveled lightly, 
	He carried but his needed load
		And made himself as useful 
	As he could along the road.
			He aided all who asked him,
				Offering a hand where'er he went
					And they, pagan or not, knew in...

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The blood and lapis daylight sets
in ether. How the mind resets
brutality of winter chill
with February's codicil;
what gossamer a dream begets.

I hear the crickets in the dark,
their clicking takes up where the lark
has been. The flagrant...

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Olive was vibrant and deliberated in awe in front of her wardrobe

Should she put on that glorious fox pelt for the night’s Hunters Ball

Surely it had to be politically correct and she would claim her...

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every March seventeenth, the glint froom
a perverted imp finds me achin'
and if aye dig deep enough,
this Goyish pseudo judo day yo criss chin

can figuratively unearth a puckish
   (gnome like) elfish sprite 
 ...

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Killing the future, where is the humane values in that
poor soul your hate has an unusual way of trying to get of subject
How sad you are and evilly branding a person unjustly 
firstly falsely accusing,...

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Move back to the stone age 
What kind of story is history going to write
let us examine a cold hearted nation and her many flaws
injecting children with dead remains horror filled
killing has become second nature...

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Many years ago, I was in a down-heartened funk, after deciding to get a little bit drunk. 

Beer guzzling queens won’t tell you, but liquor tastes bad going down and coming back up is truly...

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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...

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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...

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Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner
Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago
Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes
Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies
Admiring how they once painted astral designs
Brush stroking delight by...

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Autumn leaves sacrificing shamrock heart
An artist’s eye frames the fire in his art


Your blazing soul reflects raging nature’s ire
When olive love leaves – you let others to play
Crimson, Gold, Dijon, Pecan – fall on the...

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Behind my house there lives a circle,
Of shamrocks grown on dirt so fertile.

For the fairies had blessed the ring around,
Where the four-leafed clovers poke the ground.

When I was young I would sit inside the middle,
Of...

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“Song for St Patrick 2022”

Find me a four-leaf clover she said
Find me a four-leaf clover

If you do 

You’ll get Lucky she said
You’ll get Lucky 

I’ll name it a shamrock she said
I’ll name it a shamrock

Find...

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I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing, 
    a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.

Yesterday Fozzie got a job singing at...

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three rhymed sestets written as a cento (see below) 	

PC       I muse, while the heaving waves of life are rising,
SO      earth’s rampant tides drag...

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Sun declines, beneath the emerald rim
And I'll be headin' home...
to a cottage in the moor lands 
with a fire to warm me' bones

The kettle of beans are boilin'
and some coals will bake me scones
I will...

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When gusty winds blow, riling my troubled dawn in gelid woes
Squall of my throes dissipates in scented whiffs of budding rose.

As brazen fog shrouds mind, heightening my grief, poking fun 
Defyingly I step out in...

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When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and
when from her day dream, my muse emerges in...

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Almost every tree has been cut down,
a resort for the gamblers is being built;
elders and fortune seekers will frequent it often,
say farewell to those quiet walks into the woods,
I've seen the last tree tumble under...

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