St Patrick's Day Poetry Contest
Oliver Mckeithan
It's St. Patrick's Day and the night is hopping
A young women joins the revelers for a toast and a beer
She takes in a bar that has good window shopping
And after a few rounds she’s dancing to the cheer
The band is rocking and drumming the night
As she sails with the sea of green on the dance floors
She sterns to the beat and bows to a knight
For he's a gorgeous catch that she reels in to her shores
Love is in the air and Cupid's arrow hits her Leprechaun
There's an instant chemistry that's boiling over
For is her pot of gold at the end of the rainbow about to spawn
Or did she hopelessly find another three leaf clover
Her lucky charms were answered when he took her hand
And promised romance and courtship before they land
I promise you the world
All it’s riches, gems, and gold
To deliver to you the stars and the moon
And bunch of snow in the middle of June
But you still choose to walk out of the door
left me wondering if you want more
What else could I give? What else could I offer?
Every seconds without you feels like torture
As you gave me one last look, tears formed in your eyes
You said “Sorry, I am not good in goodbyes”
“But I don’t need the world, I am good with just a dime”
“I just hope to have some of your precious time”
I am down on my knees as guilt consumes me
Why did I overlook your misery?
I wish I have known earlier to make things right
Coz now it’s too late and you’re out of my sight
I’ve been trying to do a lot of things
Forgetting the little joys that life can bring
Busy finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
So in the process of chasing success, I end up losing you...
Today you do not need to
Write the world’s best poem
Paint the world’s most interesting canvas
Out-dance your classmates
Today you do not need to
Impress others with lunch notes to your children
Cut their sandwiches into four-leaf clovers
Find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
All you have to do is survive
That is enough
For today
The wearing of the green,
Shamrocks bringing you luck.
Days of delicious shamrock cookies,
Elves frolic about.
Bringing happiness to the kingdom,
Celebrating with delicious foods.
We remember the Irish,
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The friendships of elves and gnomes,
Everyone celebrates Saint Patrick;s Day,
Celebration with friends and neighbor\s,,
Singing and dancing.
A day of friendship and honor,,
Everyone is truly blessed.
I are thankful to God,
For the many blessings.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
March is a month of miracles,
St. Patriick's Day guests.
The month of leprechauns and shamrocks,
The luck of the Irish.
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Luck and good wishes.
Birthdays , my youngest son March 5,
What a blessing and miracle.
Elvis diamond look, a handsome appearance,
Married his school sweetheart.
University educated, the kindest son you could imagine,
Brought me a Pointsetta at Christmas.
I will always remember his beautiful hug,
He was my escort to the Teacher's Federation dinner.
I was photographed with the Director of Education,
Awarded for my twenty-five years of teaching.
His handsome father has a birthday on March 20,
Happy Birthday to you both.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
everyone is so afraid
and they hold it in like a broken music box
like a damaged videotape
and a telescope that sees beyond skin
is lost in the garbage pile at the end of the
Bermuda triangle wormhole
like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
like a diamond in the rough
chase me like i'm just bent light
like i'm a complex assemblage of colors
created by some unknown material;
mind-bent and deranged and unsound
but you can try to find the screams
that only echo within sound-proof walls
and bounce around erratically in a graphically patterned place
covert and masked by shadows
you don't need your collection of lighters anymore
from all the states you've been
'cause i've been everywhere
i'm everything that you are
and everything you aren't
i'm a cracked kaleidospoe
and you're a telescope that sees beyond skin
that won't see the crack
just the face broken into many in order to deceive
but there's really just one
so don't get lost
It is a lovely summer night;
My imagination has taken flight.
Memories of this beautiful day,
in my heart it will always stay!
I love you, no it's more;
this feeling makes my heart sore;
but it's a glorious feeling;
the skins on my eyes are peeling!
I now totally see you as you are
Oh believe me, your type is rare!
What a find!
I truly have been blind!
You are an amazing man;
like a gold find in a pan.
My pot of gold at the end of the rainbow;
All my love on you I pledge to now bestow!
As I lay my hand on my womb
I realize you will be here soon!
My pains come on quick and I could feel your patience
wearing thin..
Like a butterfly coming out of a cacoon
my dear you arrived very soon!
You looked up at me with your beautiful big blue eyes
and I could feel the rays of love beaming from your eyes!
You were my pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow..
The first day I seen you walk my heart beamed with pride..
The first time you talked I cried tears of joy!
When you graduated from kindergarten I realized that day
you could be anything you wanted to be!
As time has passed each and every achievement you have ever achieved
has been my pot of gold..
My little angel sent from above..
Now as I lay you down below the ground...
My tears fall and I wonder how this could be?
This was not suppose to happen to me...
As I lay my hands on my womb
I think back to the moment you arrived with those big baby blue eyes..
Just a second in time you were here
But the lord says have no fear
An angel i let you borrow and a angel in time, my dear child she was always mine...
Have you ever wished upon a falling star
and imagined how many there really are
Or did you bend down to pick up a lucky penny
and think of those who may not have any
Maybe you thought of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
or were just at a point in your life you didn't know which way to go
You found the rarest of four-leaf clovers
but looked for the tarnish on the gold coin you turned over
Luck comes around once in awhile
yet miracles happen every day
They're found in a parent's touch, a child's laughter, a friend's smile
and often in the kind words we hear and say
Always reach for the stars
give to those in need
Never give up your search for treasure
and know that luck is fate, indeed
We've had sorrow, yet we can heal
we've had joy we want others to feel
Overcome the bad, and rejoice in the good days
finding love and peace in so many ways
it used to be that we could believe in happilly ever after
it used to be that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
now we see atrocities on every channel on tv
yet we still believe
children used to run in the streets playing duck duck goose
now were constantly reminded that our neighbor might be on the loose
fighting rights from wrongs using justifications to get by
yet we still believe
corruption starting on the food chain line going to our kids
molestors disguising themselves as school monitors not registering with the state
texting becoming sexting and school proms are x rated
yet we still believe
these are the times we live in and the future for our kids
old fashion values and beliefs no longer exist
holy matrimony til death do us part husbands murdering their wives
yet we still believe
what will it take to make this world again safe
where car jackers dont elude
and diversity and freedom rule
i still believe do you
Another rainy day in the heartache season
Another heart blown to pieces
choices stained by confusion
stubborn, gray clouds keep me company
Another tear sheds because of me
Another dream burns like a ciggerette
just living life without life
and sleeping with my eyes open
Another sad song plays on the radio
Another night alone in my bed
these lonesome walls have nothing to say
no sun shinning through the windows
Another worthless day without you
Another lost cause when wake
my guitar sobs as do I
my mind bubbling with tired thoughts
Another "what could have been"
Another "what should have been"
a future fades away without faith
the filthy facts sting and fester
Another conclusion to this stage of life
Another bad ending, go figure
just concentrate on the future, not the past
then I'll find my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
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