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death, ireland, new york, sea,
The Titanic set sail from Queens Town in Cork
on her maiden voyage to the city of New York.
Its sinking cost lives that they couldn't save
now those poor souls lie in a watery grave.
Written 27th July 2020
For four lines poetry contest
Sponsored by Constance La France.
death, ireland, marriage, murder, river,
Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she lost her life.
She was a beauty but of lower class
He belonged to a wealthy family
A few weeks later grew tired of the lass
She was found in Shannon’s estuary.
His servant killed Ellen a girl so young
And from a boat threw her over the side
Both men found guilty and from gallows hung
Her dead body washed ashore with the tide.
In Clare there stands a memorial stone
The Colleen Bawn she is now better known.
Written on 28 January 2019
analogy, cat, courage, death, dedication, deep, dream, drink, fishing, integrity, ireland, irony, joy, light, lonely, love, motivation, muse, myth, woman,
In a story it will unveil,
in courage it will feel,
on the days when you're out on the wheels-
do not look back at the heels,
and don't knock twice when you've got two doors to peel,
and you might white out the right steal...
"Hello Artimus! Aren't you that brat that hangs out at the sailing reels?
Don't you do that cat that likes ferns who 'unlike any mother' never gets to be like the guys in turn... with the wheels..?"
Robert Andrew Lyle
dark, death, fear, ireland, mythology, night,
The Banshee sang its mournful song
Upon the night time air
To take souls to the other world
Who went it didn’t care
Whoever heard its dreadful wail
Would be the first to leave
But many more would follow
From the Banshee no reprieve
All the doors around were locked
To keep the people well
But surely as the Banshee knocked
Soon some would be in Hell
Don’t walk afar on these dark nights
But if you have to Please……..
Be wary of the Banshee song
As it goes singing through the trees
Jerry T Curtis
bereavement, dark, death, humor, humorous, husband, ireland,
Right after Mass
Stepped out of the church
And as she walked passed
Father McGee, couldn't help see
That Mary was shedding a tear
With the kindest of hearts
He wasn't quiet sure,
Where, he should start
The silents was broke, when McGee finally spoke
"What, is the problem, My Dear"
"Father forgive me
But late last night
My husband died sudden,
Right there in my sight"
McGee stood in shock, and barely could talk
Until he could work past the fear
"I know it's hard
But please do your best
Where there any last words
Or final request"
"Yes, 'PUT DOWN THAT GUN', while starting to run
But I'm not sure I heard him that clear"
courage, death, freedom, hope, pain, patriotic, people, war, war, war,
Oh Ireland i have seen your beauty
I have seen your hatred too
I have heard the songs of rebellion
The war of words,the words of death.
You remember Pearce,Connolly and Mcbride
You forget the children who have died
Died because of your ignorance
Died,because of you,the people
Who stand and watch,then turn away
When will you learn that no-one wins
In the game of war and hate
But everybody loses
For you, is it too late ??
bereavement, father, ireland,
Connemara marble seems plain
when held in a young boxers hand
Coming alive when touched by his father
Alive with green-ness
Alive with time
-no longer on the old mans side
looking down now
at cut granite hands
that once set him free
Free to leave Castlebar
the beach at Roundstone
the beautiful Anya Quinn
and a mundane life
And the white handkerchief?
the one she waved from the dock?
until it became a
then a memory
shared with others in her Eulogy
death, destiny, ireland,
In war we must die
And just like that I
Took my last breath
Embraced my death
And closed my old weary eyes
3rd grade, character, grave, humanity, ireland, myth, presidents day,
A lonesome figure stood upon the crashing waves
Extended arms to the darkest skies
Screaming out her fury at the heavens above
For the bitter storms she had survived
Tears streamed from weary eyes so tired of battle
Small shoulders shook in agony
Cursing the very things that made her stronger
As this, she could not see
Why me? She moaned and wailed in a mournful tone
Hot fear still gripping her heart
While forgetting that she was alive and well to cry
The most incredibly, important part
Those bitter storms will come and they will pass
They will never stay too long
Remember when you are screaming out in fury
It is The Storms that make you strong.
death, history, ireland, military, soldier, truth,
Vengeance is a dish best served
But I'm content the news I've heard
For an evil man has lost the race
Down to hell you've found your place
Yes Martin you've finally gone
Now Northern Ireland can move on
Without your murdering ideas at hand
Peace at last on the emerald island
For all those people whose lives you hurt
Now you can rot in the dirt
RIH not RIP
Rot in Hell from the British community
america, bereavement, for him, ireland, memorial, military,
In the soldiers' honor burial grounds in March,
of a love who passed, and sleeps with
brethren of the uniform,
I knelt in springtime grasses lovingly,
and found a dewy four leaf clover,
paused in prayer at his grave,
for the comfort of the saints, for more
cherishing words I meant to say,
born in 1960, in Asheville, North Carolina,
on St. Patrick's Day.