Short Eire Poems

On Fridays, we go to the pub
Like spokes of a wheel to an hub
A whiskey or two
May turn the air blue
So we drink pale ale by the tub...

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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...

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All the fighting Irish see stars
Over pints of Guinness in bars
But Jan has a plan
To transport each man
Its called, "Cork, Uranus to Mars"...

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When Jesus was out planting seeds
His Garden was bursting with weeds
He said one "Hail Mary"
And up popped a fairy
Selling Jack-in-the-Beanstalk beads...

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Ireland

Who
cares for
fair Eire
that emerald
isle across the sea?
Upon Cape Breton’s shore
I stand and wish for to be
a Leprechaun with a shamrock
whilst expressing my love for Ireland
whence smiling Irish eyes await for me.
...

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*"Whispering Hope" was music to my ears
Today's fare sounds like children clashing gears
When Eire becomes Ire
Extinguish the fire
Lest hope never soothes your grandchildren's fears! 

*1949 "Whispering Hope" Jo Stafford, Gordon MacRae duet...

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I want to go back over there
In sun or rain I dinna care
To drink the essence
Through my pores
To feel steady living mores
With all those dancing shades of green
That fill that isle I’ve never seen
With music and delight
Before I’m dragged into the night
I yearn to walk on Eire...

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There once was a sweet little lass from Eire

     Who had everything a man could desire

          A mustache she wore

               And biceps galore

                    With bass voice like that of the town crier

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved...

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Spring paints so many shades and hues of green
I swear she's Erin born
dancing mad till lazy Summer's sun
she's gone before she's e'er begun
the aftertaste of her laughing taunting teasing fling
makes winter's long cold torture easy on my soul of souls
pipes and strings and songs to sing
she greenly springs on eire...

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Stay clear headed, Nations need nurture
Nations require structure, to often division
Has been used in Eire..Yet now we understand'
The greater play at hand, gather your strength
Gather  wisdom in your plans, provide sustenance
And share whats at hand  let the helpers be fired
With true desire, and all be part of any better
Change to hand!...

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My country is Ireland so green.
I am it's poetry queen.
So much to admire,
my muse is on fire.
Inspired by beautiful scenes.

Today we celebrate St Pat.
I'll be wearing green for that.
Like it always would,
the craic will be good.
With my shillelagh and crooked hat.


17/03/2019
Green Humor Rhymes, Old or New for Prizes Poetry Contest
 for Carolyn Devonshire....

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The Pope came to Eire
And found millions there
But they did not care
For priests anywhere

He dealt with the nuns
And all of the puns
Regarding bare buns
And Irish squirt guns

But what of "The Church"
And those who besmirch
The rap of a birch
For those in the lurch?

The Pope says, "We're fine
And now toe the line
To forgive is divine…"
God damn filthy swine!...

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Within the land of clover
O’er the fields of green
Wanders, a bagpipe player
Just blending to the scene
He breathes the air of the hills
Into the plaid bagpipe sack
That keeps me as a visitor
Always coming back

The land and all its legend
The Castles on the hills
The Rose of Shannon’s aroma
It does all give me fill
But yet my mind there wanders
As my feet push on to see
The lovely Emerald Isle
That patchwork of the green...

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When I looked across the moor
I knew that I was home,
the rolling dusk setting upon my sea,
I looked down the cliff and saw the crashing waves,
and I knew that it was mine.
I felt the vagrant breezes, touching my cheek in jest,
and I knew that I was the wind's.
The moon rose silkily above my meandering streams,
and I cried tears of hope, silent , ageless hope.
I am the land, the green land,
the Green Eye of the Northern Seas.
I am Eire, great, beautiful, 
Ireland....

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Eriu Queen of our green land 
enveloped within your Emerald eyes 
Shining one lantern within a flaming torch 

Spirit burning with fire escapes through the oceans whisper 
Ruling sovereign turning over your earth lays foundations stone
breath of centuries gone bye building blocks 

From the land of abundance we are your sons and daughters so to speak 
your Reverence long live the republic of Eire under the gold harp and green 
The true flag when our nation once knew freedom...

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