Short Irish 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
You’re looking at me
Kiss me I’m Irish you say
With a face like that
I will do much more than that
Hey! The luck of the Irish
In the fountain of our longing,
In the ache that is our core,
May we see each our hearts belonging,
When it knocks on our front door.
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
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.
At our pub, a drunken blighter
Claimed to be, "The World's Best Fighter"
His wife was a nurse
And she won the purse
For being the best back-biter!
When the Isle of Man Master Baitor
Got a gig on an Irish freighter
To Scotland they sailed
Until they were hailed
When seamen splashed an aviator
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!"
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.
"Kiss me, I'm Irish," he says
leprechaun, thinks he's all that
then, wiggles his tongue.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2007
Form:
with gorgeous ginger hair and Celtic eyes
She comes to shake me, make me rise
my muse is Trixie, persistent and keen
she gives me words in my dream sheen
He said t’was the job of the whiskey
To make the poor lass docile, frisky
But she closed her eyes
And also her thighs
And refused to do anything risky
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A sweet aroma wafts by
Lamb, onions, I cry
Enjoyed in my youth were those
Creamy potatoes,
Peas, spices and cheese
Shepherd’s Pie
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April 30, 2019
i'll be damned and i'll be forlorn
but I've never seen a green sheep shorn
like mowing the grass
off a chia pet's back
they say that's the way they were born
An Army of soldiers from Prussia
Were ordered to add P to Russia
But down fell the snow
Where they stood to go
So Saint Patrick preached, "Let God flush yuh!"
gingerbread spice
fill
the
atmosphere
while
green
leaf clovers
fill
the
valley
below
aye
go, lassie, go there
through
the
green
Irish mountains
There once was a crude Irish knave
Who hid deep within Fingal’s cave.
He felt it safe there to flee,
Thinking “naught could get to me”
Until swept away by a wave.
There once was a lad with a spray,
Who snuck out at the end of the day.
On a house near the park
He scrawled in the dark,
the words “Ur gay” for Vinnie to bark
He’s Irish not Scottish or British
You forget, he’ll get ornery and skittish
He’ll point to his pelt
Start swearing in Celt
With a splash of some Gaelic and Yiddish
An Irish wolfhound from Londonderry
was sold to a rancher in Tucumcari
Yesterday: Knolls and lakes
Today: Cactus and snakes
His Celtic heart’s turned sad and contrary
Irish are ye, Mr. Patrick
Saint are ye, worthy of a limerick?
Are you the one we celebrate
The one on my green hat and cake
Admirers a many till this day, Mr. Patrick
Three Irish angels were sipping their tea
Discussing the sinners that they could see
"That one's a menace
That one drinks Guinness
And that colleen is heaven for three!"
Mr. O'Toole in trauma sat in front
Seeking mercy from tax assessor stunt.
His Irish luck grace
Full Blown-in his face.
With distaste pay money in full upfront.
3/26/2025
At the pubs across the Ireland nights
It's a clover field under the lights
Irish men love to pluck
Stray petals with good luck
They like the pink clovers in their sights