Through the eyes of an eagle
I view this land.
Forty shades of green
from soft Irish rain
that removes the stain
of numerous battles.
I soar over Sliabh League
in Dun na nGall then
swoop above Glenveigh
where the sons of Tuan
king of the stags
now roam free.
I circle ancient forts
where Gaelic kings
were crowned.
No longer found in a land
decimated by retreating foes
then long enslaved by England.
Still the spirit of Eire is strong.
Drinking poteen until dawn
we celebrate the harvest
with dance and song at Samhain
along with the Tuatha De Danann.
Extolling the mighty Fionn Mac Cumhail.
Surviving all those who were cruel,
famine, seafaring foes and British rule.
Irish laughter rings loud.
As a people we are proud.
One day soon our green land
will be reclaimed
to be a nation once again.
Categories:
poteen, adventure, beautiful, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Bet your wondering why they're never seen?
The wee leprechauns all wearing the green
Well I'll tell you why
And this is no lie
They're all unconscious from too much Poteen
written 23rd February 2021
Poteen, known as poitin or potcheen, once illegal but now distilled commercially.
It is a very strong spirit once made from potatoes but now more often than not grain is used to distill it.
NOT FOR CONTEST
Categories:
poteen, humor,
Form: Limerick
Snakes And Long Frocks
Paddy's day in long frocks
in pursuit of the snake
for crisp plastic shamrock
or far-eastern fake
But great day for the Irish
our rubbing of the green
with drops of the hard stuff
pints and poteen
Great men altogether
voices toward the tarry ceiling
Oh Danny boy we all cried
sung trice before leaving
Now come back Paddy Reilly
to Ballyjamesduff
while *** smoke there drifts
out of porch and dim snug
Tunes writ for black porter
sandwiches for the well ill
we'll call a taxi for the Bull Malone
as old men drink their fill
Categories:
poteen, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
poteen, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
Another rainy day they say,
will follow on tomorrow.
The fact I cannot bail the hay
leaves me full of sorrow.
It's so long since the sun shone.
I feel like a recluse.
Unless it changes by morn,
my hay will be kaput.
For now I sit in my comfy chair.
The fire is brightly lit.
My old LPs are on the player.
From my poteen I take a sip.
The music of days gone by.
I hum along to the tunes.
Every now and then I sigh,
to think of my hay in ruins.
28/06/2017
For Broken Wing's contest as below:
New, Dated, poem on the theme of .............1. Rainy 2. Rapt 3. Recluse 4. Ruin
Using any R form from the list of forms on this site.
Title is theme word plus 2 words.
Categories:
poteen, anxiety, drink, farm,
Form: Rhyme