Short Ireland Poems
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To Irish green eyes
With a devilish twinkle
A toast at the pub
As long as there’s an Ireland
An Irish song will be sung
A Europe
Scotland, Ireland and England
A Europe
I lost my old bucket so sadly,
And felt oh so terribly badly;
Then lo and behold
A pot full of gold!
I'd lose me another and gladly.
A romano-british Christian
obtained long-lasting recognition
This apostle to Ireland God did send
an evangelist,easy to comprehend
St. Patrick’s Day food and drink
A nice festive feast I think
lots of green beer
good mates and cheer
post-party the lot does stink
He
is so bald
he misplaced his hat
curses up a storm, he does
miffed.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2007
Form:
High tide, the waves crash anew
Like geysers out cracks waters spew
Cleansing all that's been subdued
Treasures, rainbows bring in view!
Composer John Ireland once did begin
music for his only hymn
'on the back of a menu twas first shown
twas entitled' My song is love unkown
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
How to be a Good Speaker
Speak clearly
Speak gently
Say little and
Mean much.
Oh, also, if in Ireland don’t kiss the Blarney Stone.
Cascade water flow
Riverbank, vision in green
Ensnared by beauty
Daydreamer, thoughts float away
Perfect happiness.
There once was guy named Steve
He swam in a pool with Eve
With a frisky smile
He undressed her with guile
In nine months she was to conceive
Come all ye, kiss that blarney stone
Join in the legend and be known
For the gift of gab
Ye come kiss the slab
Eloquence and luck shall be shown
Bull O'Knee was greedy, I'm told
And wanted a Leprechaun's gold
A rainbow appeared
And just as I feared
The Leprechaun knocked Bull out cold!
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
If St. Paddy’s Day food be green
then spinach and kale’s the right thing
forget the red meat
vegetables eat
and see what the morrow will bring
They tried but left in tears,
Now,far from Ireland's sadness.
A train of covered wagons
upon vast plains of promise.
Cork, but a dream in a tear.
High
looking
at the sea,
waves knocking them,
the Cliffs of Moher
beyond the years,
face future
being
tall
I think we are German she told me.
I smiled.
Have you looked in the mirror? I asked.
She did not understand.
Your verdent eyes are a map of Ireland.
A leprechaun, to me, proposed,
at my service, to be disposed.
He'd one more thing to say
as he jetted away.
I must catch him first, he disclosed.
A leprechaun's hat, is his pride and joy
he never goes anywhere without it
chrome dome.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2007
Form:
"Kiss me, I'm Irish," he says
leprechaun, thinks he's all that
then, wiggles his tongue.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2007
Form:
I'd caught me a leprechaun one day
He told me to "Just wish away"
So I wished for (The Pot)
and that's what I got
Now under my belt's where it stays
There was a dame from Westminster,
Who lived her life as a spinster.
She was old and gray,
Yelled at cats all day,
And that is why no one missed her.
When the train jolted
The rain and street lights melted.
Your finger traced sighs
Against the breath-fogged windows.
Love fades like peat fire embers