Long Shamrocks Poems

Such an interesting color, Rodger -
Green - like our mysterious calico eyes?
Yes?

You?
An idiot savant submits
into me - a blooming
garden of emerald delights? Like our
first encounter - regulated and raw (green).
Drawing our hunter-hued
curtains closed and tittering
in...

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Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres...
where Lassie free to run across petco junction 

All across the webbed
wide esse Scott's landed wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if...

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Interview – 3-21-24  For Paddy Ch. Quick as a Wink 6/26/2010 – 3/8/24
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Interview With the Irish Wind

Wind from the heart of Eire, come abide with me for a moment
 before you toss your swirling...

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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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Christmas Through July

Christmas is such a grand time of the year!
People are happy joy shows everywhere. 
Gifts of love arrive from both far and near.
Scents of the season permeate the night air.

Remembering the Savior's love...

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The twenty-first son born with a brat his caul                          ...

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Clear skies, children’s laughter, old lawn chairs line the street, people wearing giant shamrocks,
Leprechaun leggings, rainbow shirts, fluffy green skirts trimmed in white lace, the smell of ham hocks.
Excitement mounts, people crane their necks, for...

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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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SILENCE SURROUNDED ME CARRYING ONLY 
DATA FROM SPECIAL FORCES I'D RELEASED 
MY SOUL BEFORE THEE ENTRY MY THOUGHTS 
COVERED IN SURVIVAL SKILL
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME 

AN YET THERE WAS NO WAY OF SURVIVING 
THEE ULTIMATE...

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New city street

With the wink of an eye
and a shuffle of feet
We wandered about
down a new city street
Where vendors wore blue
with a tangerine sash
In hopes to look good
with no chance it would clash
Their carts were...

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Song of Saint Patrick

I
Introduction

Ye laddies and ye lassies, 
	Please bear my words a while,
		(I hope my thoughts, you'll hear them out,
 	That against me ye won't rile):
			What is it that yer drinkin' fer,
				The reason won't...

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Northern Ireland, it was a peaceful Saturday of August 15,
1998. There were many people shopping in the center of
Omagh, in Tyrone. Then, at 3:10 p.m., the car bomb
exploded close to the junction of Market Street...

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All across the webbed wide esse Scott's wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold

wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,
thence tread...

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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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An ancient story 
from the emerald isle 
the jewel of every 
Irish heart treasured 
unwrapping it's beauty 
waves of green 
descent a 
world over 
spilling onto 
the streets 
like a tidal wave 

Core of our...

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Sun is declining, beneath a blue Irish sea
With a fire to warm me' bones, in a cottage by the bay
And the coals to bake me scones, 
Where the bracken turns so reddin'
Like a wildfire on...

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Away across the sea I found a Shamrock, 
She was as pretty as the golden sun in Kent. 
I knew I should not touch this lovely Shamrock,
 But I knew her charm would hunt me...

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In the hills of Ireland

where shamrocks sway

lived a leprechauness 

in her quiet way.  

With a pot on the stove  

and a shoe needle in hand,

she cooked, she cleaned,  

in her magical land....

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When the sunshine burns off the morning dew
And the flowers unfold and smile
Then we gnomes will be ready to do what we must do
We'll prepare for the party with style

We'll get out our scythes and...

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Misspent by inclination,
treed by ambition,
I fled the woods thirsting for the desert,
only to drown in a deep water ecstasy,
later to awaken in the vineyard,
free of fright, bound by the new day's light.

The unchained man bowed...

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Come fill your glasses to the brim with good ole Irish ale
Then listen to my story lads, it’s quite a stirring tale.
Our kith and kin were barbarous when pirates ruled the waves,
They’d terrorize the burly...

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Proud fathers  and relatives of the past.
Ghost's of thoose first Irish americans.
Eventhough the ignorant tried  to kill us 
still we did last.

Using  are fists and breaking are backs.
from New York to Boston.
Green...

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Green has an empowering richness of vibrant color,
it evokes those spring meadows beneath bright clouds...
where pretty fair-haired girls pick up emerald shamrocks
for Saint Patrick's Day to adorn their dresses and hair.

Why did the happy Irish...

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In the misty calm after the storm,
inside the perfect raindrop dripping
from the index finger of a lofty blue babe,
one of Shakespeare's young and rose-lipp'd cherubim
doing a balancing act on the temple facade,

there stands Marie, lady...

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