Pooka Poems - Poems about Pooka

...From shadowed glens, where legends sleep, Three figures rise, secrets to keep. The Morrigan, a raven's wing, Drawn to the clash, the death-song sang. Of war, of fate, a chilling hand, To claim......

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... "Rabbits" down the rabbit hole we go looking for what, we are yet to find and fully know love leads us through we look back for a little while we observe shado......

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...We hid and were silent. Okay, wait for it, she said. I was not hopeful. Thought she was crazy in her head. Being quiet was not easy as we were only ten or so. Encouraging October moon gave us a sw......

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... “Missed Door” He was well groomed strutting nonchalantly through the Missed Door like Morrison The He Road raised her curb Strange I’ve......

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... "Smoke Signals" Her wet lips long slender fingers flipped the lit cigarette 3 seconds it glowed inhaled deep, hard and real slow cr......

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...The stump in my garden By light of the moon, Is upright and sturdy Played like a bassoon A possum's performing  "Song of the Pooka" It is such a beautiful tune. And that stump is a chimney, ......

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...(to be read out loud) I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel nipple nappy mum mum mum I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle gimpy grampa's gum gum gum. I'll call the wimpy wappy wi......

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...Looked at the obituaries saw that I was dead Thought I felt tired so I went back to bed Try to call my number but it was disconnected Maybe it is for the best now I won't be suspected Goi......

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...Mye Guardian Starry knighted nightingale Across Orion's eyes I see the falling star a yonder bright lit bright moon, before me' aye Afar on earth with Cricky bound mi Pooka guard before ......

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...CELTIC MIST Through mists of time and legends lore, a Celtic mist invades our core. Haunts our soul, stirs our mind, looks through eyes forever blind. To ancient times, lost along the way, like an or......

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...The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, it cascades past my open window sill, and all the color fades to dark from light, a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled. The armoire's shad......

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...On All Hallows Eve, darkness balks The fields are full of crisp cornstalks. The boyo's have egged the paper birch and left their lassies alone at church. A red moon lights a flight of hawks, a murder......

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...The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, it cascades past my open window sill, and all the color fades to dark from light, a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled. The armoire's......

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