Short Dublin Poems
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There was a lad from Dublin
So sad he wanted some lovin’
He fell asleep in class
Woke up to deep laughs
His wanker tall hot as an oven
A young Irish lass with no man
Danced in the Moulin Rouge Can-Can
In Dublin again
She joined with Sinn Fein
And bombed as Republican Anne
Was a young girl from Dublin
Decidly fat not thin
Her butt played ping pong
when she wore a thong
watching a three rosary sin
Ilene's son was in a Dublin pub
When someone gave his leg an rub
"A copper to spare?"
"There's one over there
But he looks a bit like Beezlebub!"
We would run in a race to Dublin
The way we were, we could not begin.
From the start, we were through
Mack only had one shoe.
Me, I was stuck in mud to my chin.
I have a sibling somewhere in Dublin
When I miss her I jump in a wheelie bin
And pen her a limerick
Just to make her smirk
If she don't like my head will spin
M-essage
I-s
N-icely
A-pplied
D-elightfully
U-sing
B-irthday
L-ine
I-n
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Mina Dublin (November 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Ah, the Irish city of Dublin!
Sure 'tis always bustlin' and rumblin'!
And, at times, when it rains,
folks try not to complain,
in spite of the puddlin' and bubblin'!
there was a young lady named Fanny
who expected to marry her fiancé Danny
she found him one day
kissing young Fay
and kicked his butt from Dublin to Killarney
There once was a man from Olde Dublin
Whose wife said all that he did was a sin
So he said, "Just as well,
If I'm already going to hell."
And later that night did her in.
there was a jolly old man from Dublin
drank way too much and home he went stublin`
a river he tried to cross
only to slipped on the moss
now laughter never stops from the ducklin`
Dublin city
Along the quays
Over the bridge
Across the liffey
North and South divide.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
30th September 2018.
there was a man from Dublin named Josh
who liked reading poems by Frost
one day in the woods it was said
he took the wrong path instead
and ended up in Galway totally lost
I went for a night out in Dublin,
The amount of Oasis being played was troublin',
We drank one after t'other
Till we stopped hearing those brothers,
But in the morning our stomachs were bubblin'
Church bells forged in the
flames of Irish history
Reign down in a full-circle ring
on crowded streets
Echo through soul worn cobble
stone half lit alleys
Bringing the gap where the
past and present meet.
Scottish Highland calf was a favorite in Dublin Town.
We loved his temperament, he was up, never down.
He bathed in roses, daisies, and autumn leaves, so brown.
King of kindness was his title, given along with a crown.
Imagine letting a necromancer
give a speech in Trinity college Dublin
it's so sad to see backwards peddling jesters
getting a podium about lowers education standards
under a civilised opinion to address false tongues
GOOD FRIDAY
We all call it Good Friday
It was really good for the sinner
Death won round one
But on Sunday, we crown the winner
Kyle Giddens
Pastor, Olivet Baptist Church
Dublin, Georgia
(Used by permission)
Christmas
Arrivals
Dublin airport
Bright smiling faces
Warm loving embraces.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2018.
18/12/19. Happy Christmas and best wishes for 2020 to all on poetrysoup.
There was an old man who marched in Dublin,
danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean.
Guinness stout in clinking glass
he drank whole night en masse.
Through the day he dreamed Celtic dreams umpteen.
Bone damp silence pervades
A dark winter's night
On the streets of Dublin
Old tired bones rustle under cardboard
Dank smells of human neglect
Of excrement, sweat and hunger
No joyous laughter here
Just desperation, pain
And lonliness
her sagacious disposition fared well in this Celtic family
Colleen had the gifts of clairaudience and clairvoyance
some said she could see flirty flitting faeries in Dublin Woods
Irritating me, for I thought I was the only one who saw them.
A MAN CALLED PILATE
A man called Pontius Pilate
In order to prevent a riot
Had Jesus killed
The Scriptures fulfilled
Now Christians need not be quiet
Kyle Giddens
Pastor, Olivet Baptist Church
Dublin, Georgia
(Used by permission)
Two days in,
Me and you,
Hard celtic
Strays betray
No truth, stone,
shrine or statue,
Viking hearts and
Weathered youth,
Healing green eyes,
How i love you.
Your streets lure me
Like arteries to heart,
Through our Troubles,
Together, home.
O tell me about a snoddy gumboot
Of a soul; black as Guiness -
A drinker of dirty water; a wordsmith,
A conjurer and fumbler; bearer of
Levity and pork sausages, a stout
Fellow with the learning as big as
The Cork and Kerry Mountains;
You thrown-out words of Dublin...