Sean Poems - Poems about Sean

In the heart of Cork City, Where the Lee runs swift and wide, Fought a man named Seán Ó Misteil, With a fire he couldn’t hide. He lead the First Cork Brigade, Not for glory, nor for fame — But to break the chains of empire, Not just change the flag or name. So here’s to Mitchell’s Brigade, Let their story now be told, As...

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My feet are stuck in the muck, cried Chuck the duck. Sean the swan came to his rescue across the lawn, Chuck, grab my wing, and we’ll swing into the spring! Chuck used his beak, as chic feathers tickled his cheek, They flew out of the muck, we’re now unstuck, Sean clucked. Chuck felt happy, Sean felt scrappy as...

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If you live inside a glass house then don't throw stones or put cameras in your home when you live like Sean Combs some people got it backwards catch them operating drones filming all their parties should be confiscating phones ...

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I was back once more to my favorite place; Where I drove Paul Walker in a car chase Where I was guilty of a mansion robbery Where I was engaged to Sir Sean Connery Where I acted in Spectre with James Bond Where I slid down Volcanoes on skiis newly spawned Where I kidnapped the founder to control Crocs And wrestled Alligators...

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For My Brother Sean, 1984 -2021 I can't say I'm mad Though mad at you, I am. I cant say I'm sad, Though so very sad I am. I drive a path everyday That leaves me open for dead I pleaded silently to ask you That which I of myself, couldn't ask. I heard the news today That you've been sent away. By bad luck or...

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Just four years and I tried to know you To help you get through That soul snatching venom. Just four years of reaching Out searching for your hand... On any forum or phone. Just four years of wanting so Desperately to connect to our mother, Through you, within your swirling art. Just four years disconnected by a few miles And years never knowing I had...

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He was a great actor but now he's gone. He starred in seven movies as James Bond. Connery was awesome in every role that he played. He gave a terrific performance in "Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade". His first Bond movie was "Dr. No". His death was a devastating blow. He was born in Scotland and died in the Bahamas...

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The other day I was taken aback by something a young girl in the bookstore said… It made me lose my perspective as my expectations ran away with my head. This can happen when I least expect it and I usually get burned which immediately brings me back to reality…and allows my humility to return. She stared at me…I...

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double o seven never say never again maybe you’ll live twice Podium Placing Promise (5) Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 04/01/2021...

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In Praise Of Friends. The quiet one , who is always there . Whose trust is real, and who'll always share That secret deep within your inner soul . No loyalty emblem will he wear . But in silence lift the pain and dare To cure the aches and ills your wrongs extol . No ransom, or obscene demand ; For loyalty is...

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Sean I met a man with enthusiasm to spare He was over fifty with not much hair But with his mouth racing And his brain in gear, I just couldn’t stop listening and Wanting to hear. It was a breath of liquid Fuel. Like a super charged gust that boosts Acceleration and kills all rust. It gave me hope...

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There once was lad named Sean, Who thought he was a leprechaun. He dressed all in green, And pinched the colleens, Then danced a jig until dawn. 9/18/18 (Colleen - an Irish girl)...

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Sean Highdale Sean and four friends went out one night, To the cinema, ‘cos his mate had just passed, His driving test, so they hit upon the height, Of the speed limit, but the car sadly crashed. Two were killed, one’s still in a coma, Danny, Sean suffered a brain injury, bones shattered, Today he says:”I...

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Sean McDougal is eight years old and has a special 'something' about him that is so endearing it's very difficult for me to deny him anything... well, anything within reason. He came up with the idea that he and his friends were old enough to walk home from school without a mother watching over them....

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I want to write a poem about a relative of mine he died for people's freedom, a sacrifice of kind. An Irish Catholic raised, but he was not blind to the evils of the british and the destruction they left behind. Sean South I think a good man, that I can't deny he died for peoples freedoms, a hero in my...

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