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The poor lad was sixteen when they kidnapped him
They took him from England to Ireland but the boy did not sin.
His father was a Deacon and his grandfather was a Priest
Who would have thought this would have started
The St Patrick’s Day’s once yearly feast.
A feast back in tradition that was of bacon and beans
Not only has that changed, but the colour has from blue to green
Patrick did escape his capture; he said God told him he must.
He returned to England where he took his confessor into his trust.
He studied to be a priest and then set back off to Ireland
He was a clever man; he taught and held up in his hand…
A piece of shamrock, to us the three leafed clover
A teaching for the trinity and he won lots of them over.
Upon his death on Patrick’s day the feasting and drinking does begin
The wearing of the green and there is a little bit of sin
The pubs were closed at one time, to stop the Irish fun
But now it has spread worldwide so Happy St Patrick’s everyone.
© 06/02/2013
Contest entry for: An Irish Poem
~Very Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Style)
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 also dance, 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.17.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Wishing You And Yours a Very Happy And Safe St. Patrick's Day!
Seventeenth of March is Saint Patrick’s Day
Great day for the Irish I can honestly say
All over the world they’ll wear the green
Drink some stout and a glass of poteen
There will be parades up and down the land
With marchers walking behind the band
On lapels they’ll wear a sprig of green
Outrageous hats so that they are seen
You don’t have to be Irish to join in the fun
The St Patrick’s parades are for everyone
Some travel from near and some from afar
By plane, boat, train and motor car
If you’ve never been, go on enjoy the craic
You will enjoy it for sure and next year, go back
But it’s still March, might rain and be cold
Look out for a rainbow, you might find the gold
Many will be late going off to their bed
The next morning they might have a fuzzy head
But it’s only once a year so do have a ball
And a Happy St Patrick’s Day to one and all.
~Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Verse)
St. Patrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green
They drink beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks
St. Patrick's Day
is day of magic
merry and laughter
people celebrate
drink eat and have fun with friends
some just have a ball
Might see leprachaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at end of rainbow
I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.17.2015
IN GOD I TRUST!
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!
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.
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!
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.
~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!
Here comes a bit of blarney for you
I looked up and saw the boy named Stew
He was known for tall tales and lies.
One of those entertaining Irish guys.
Saw Johnny Cash at the pub just now.
He rode in on a donkey, or maybe a cow.
This was the tamest tale that he told.
Next he said he had found the leprechaun’s gold.
His tales were getting a bit better every year.
This was said by my aunt with the magic mirror.
See you later, said Stew, got to go to the parade.
“In Dublin probably!” yelled out the upstairs maid.
Johnny Cash came out of the tavern then.
He gave Stew a tweak under his chin.
Let’s go get that gold, so we can get to Dublin, okay?
The rest of us were totally blown away.