Skirling Poems - Poems about Skirling

...Look deep within these loosely-woven layers to find primeval land with ocean, sky and wind entwined, skilled hands and eyes of generations gone before and peat smoke mingling with a sea mist on th......

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...O! Slip in between! The Dukes of Darkness, In this cold part of the year! The Baron of Night! The Baron of Wind! The Baron of Seeds! When the Copper Trumpet Bells out, bright and clear! ......

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...I have no more time left, for fleeing Sadness! I have no time left for it, yet it comes… ‘Twas easy, once, to dive into war’s madness, To hear brave pipes, and the beating of the drums… I’ll not ......

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... Sometimes… I feel emotions so deeply in my heart That I almost wish I wasn’t Irish. That sometimes to feel happiness, Sadness…and yes…e’en pain So intensely That at times It’s a curse......

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...I was a torpedo, skimming the surface of the green summer sea; I was a mountain, touching the clouds at the summit, where Frozen ice-pools lay. I was a crumpet, soaking the butter of chat a......

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...There was an awful caterwailing and clamour as the pipes filled up with air and swirled today it was for an orange march playing the protestain songs of inflamitary verse. Many were the songs ......

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...Ode to Autumn Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces Odors of allspice waft fr......

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...I. The gales of Hell, they gust my soul; I shutter up in vain-- Cracked windows of my storm-rent brain, Shuddering as wind-tides roll. Rattling rhythms wrack my soul. The wind-voice screec......

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...I. The gales of Hell, they gust my soul; I shutter up in vain-- Cracked windows of my storm-rent brain, Shuddering as wind-tides roll. Rattling rhythms wrack my soul. The wind-voice screec......

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