Paddy Poems | Examples

Nick Knack Paddy Whack

Paddy was a hit man
for the Irish Mob
hired to be slick
and do a whack job
but he didn't have the knack
or know the trick
without being caught
and put in the nick
behind bars
but not the sort one might think
where a few jars
may be bought and he did so love a drink
more than one too many
was his undoing
the cause of all
the troubles brewing
and with only one hit
it's really no wonder
he was fired from the gang
for a drunken blunder
as he couldn't quit the whiskey
be it bottle or a flagon
and ended up inside
not on the wagon

Paddy Stopped at Empoli

In Ireland wellies sell and wells are holy:
our names are legion in the roll of honour.
We have a singing priest (Sinead O'Connor),
and though we didn't think of ravioli,
we DID produce an extra-special goalie,
the legendary hero Packie Bonner,
renowned as Glasgow Celtic's Number Oner.
We're not restricted to our frontiers, solely:
the land of Stradivarius and Stromboli
embraced one of the lads, and did so wholly!
(The place is EM-poli, and not Em-PO-li:
you'll find it easy if you say it slowly.)
The Church of Rome, today, would be so lowly
if not for San Donato, our boy Donagh.

St Paddy's Day Collab

Today we give cheers to St. Paddy
                               Taken from the sea lake, Lochmaddy                                                        
He holds close a shamrock
Trinity clover keychain schlock
Never cotton to a baddy, a saintly laddy
                                             by I Am Anaya

A tough lad born and bred in Lochmaddy
Poor Scottish lad became a priestdaddy
He had what it takes
To rid Eire of snakes
Yelling serpents begone, much thanks to St Paddy
                                             by Robert O'Gorelick

A Vanishing Sight

On a winter evening,
along a lonely country road
I rode my bicycle and saw,
far ahead, a young couple
dressed in traditional 
ceremonial clothes. 

The setting sun cast it's light
as they crossed the wide paddy field,
brown with stubble,
quiet and still 

May be they were returning home
from a religious ceremony,
a beautiful moment
I know will never happen again
in my life 

Today, the paddy field
by the roadside is disappearing
and the road has started to buzz
with the noise of change

Persona

Persona, a mask we wear, a painted facade,
Protecting the heart, a secret, a code.
Painful truths concealed, a silent plea,
Playing a role, for all to see.

Profoundly, we craft a persona, a shield,
Protecting the soul, a truth concealed.
Power, a tool, to shape the image,
Painting a story, a fabricated image.

Passionate, the mask, a fragile facade,
Playing a role, a charade, a charade.
Promise, a whisper, a hope concealed,
Persona, a prison, a story revealed.

Perceptions, a prism, a distorted view,
Painting a picture, a persona true.
Pain, a constant, a shadow, a weight,
Persona, a burden, a soul's lament.

Presence, a mask, a silent plea,
Persona, a prison, a reality.
Peace, a whisper, a longing, a dream,
Playing a role, a Paddy’s persona.

St Paddy Day Elf Secret Pal

St Paddy’s day elf had a secret pal
He wished it would have been his cousin Al.
It was actually a bunny, which was kind of weird.
For when he thought of the rodent, it appeared.

You must be magic, he said, leprechaun-like, right?
The bunny held on to his leg, and he held on tight.
It was difficult to sneak a gift to the little guy.
He shows up day and night the elf said with a sigh.

Paddy Fields

green carpet welcome
to the grain revolution
that gains grand entry


27 July 2021

Paddy

There was an old leprechaun named Paddy,
Who carried his gold in a hand caddy.
There was just not a lot,
To store inside a pot.
That rainbow-less leprechaun named Paddy!

Paddy

There was an old leprechaun named Paddy,
Who carried his gold in a hand caddy.
There was just not a lot,
To store inside a pot.
That rainbow-less leprechaun named Paddy!

Lovely Paddy Fields

In the countryside,serene and wide
Sprawling paddy fields on either side.
Yet,day by day, they fade away,
As the charms of nature begin to sway.

Houses rise where once greenery grew
Schools and brick fields now claim their due.
Tenant farmers toil with heavy hearts
As their cherished lands are torn apart.

Once rich in rice, the fields decline
As construction takes what was once thine.
The roadside bushes, a memory lost
And chongas(jungle myna) pecking now bear the cost.

Tarnishing the village where life was once  thrived
The lovely paddy fields that grace the way
Are vanishing slowly day by day.
.

Poor Ole Paddy

poor ole paddy has the big head
because of twelve thirty one he said
had too many drinks
passed out he thinks
glad he woke up not dead

Rice Paddy Feels Swampy Today

Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs.  Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual

The plow is heading her way, 
She can see it a bit past the tiered fields
Golden streams snaking through tall verdant grasses
She waves, but pointed bamboo hat man does not see

He is getting older, slower, 
He does not bend as long over her as he used to
Gets more angry about the menacing rats too
Losing his grip in some ways

She learned that her sake is a hit in the west
No surprise to her.
Japan, Hanoi and Vietnam love it, don’t they?
She has heard old coolie brag about her rice, more than any other paddy.

Rice Paddy watches him turn the plow over to his son
Son is lazy. Should be getting plow himself. Spends too much time over nothing.
How will she fare when Old Man Farmer is no longer of this world?
She bows to him as he enters her waters, knowing she will miss him terribly.

Old Coolie Brags About Her Rice

Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs. Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual

The plow is heading her way, 
She can see it a bit past the tiered fields
Golden streams snaking through tall verdant grasses
She waves, but pointed bamboo hat man does not see

He is getting older, slower, 
He does not bend as long over her as he used to
Gets more angry about the menacing rats too
Losing his grip in some ways

She learned that her sake is a hit in the west
No surprise to her.
Japan, Hanoi and Vietnam love it, don’t they?
She has heard old coolie brag about her rice, more than any other paddy.

Rice Paddy watches him turn the plow over to his son
Son is lazy. Should be getting plow himself. 
Spends too much time over nothing.
How will she fare when Old Man Farmer is no longer of this world?
She bows to him as he enters her waters, knowing she will miss him terribly.

Paddy Got In a Paddy On St Patrick's Day

Paddy’s drinking with his buddy Shaun
In fancy dress as a leprechaun
To be part of the scene
They wear emerald green
and get bladdered before break of dawn!

Old Paddy supped ten pints of brown ale
And then drunk as a skunk, he turns pale
He stumbles to the right
And gets into a fight
Now Paddy’s languishing in the jail!

When sober he rings his wife Innis
Says ‘Darling, I drank too much Guinness’
And I cannot dispute
I got pissed as a newt
I’m begging you for your forgiveness!

(* the Gaelic name Innis means Island) 

2/16/19

Paddy Is Doing It Diffrent

Paddy said to Murphy soon I will be going on holiday,
In fact I am booked to go next Saturday.
Last year I went to New York, Molly got pregnant.
It was a good holiday, glad I went.
Two years ago I visited Old London Town,
Molly got pregnant, really got her down.
Three years ago I visited the cold Icelandic North,
Molly got pregnant, her first babe she brought forth.
This year I am doing things a different way,
So Molly won’t get pregnant, I am having my say.
Murphy said” What are you doing that is different this year?”
Paddy replied” I am taking Molly with me, rather than leave her here.”

• Short Paddy Poems
• Famous Paddy Poems
• Best Paddy Poems
• Read Paddy Poems
• Long Paddy Poems
• Paddy Quotes