spotted burclover
miniature three leaf blossoms
decorate meadow
leprechaun friendly
is that his little top hat
i kneel closer
Beneath the emerald hills they hide,
Where shadows stretch and secrets bide,
The leprechauns with hats so green,
Dance where only dreams are seen.
They laugh and twirl in moonlit glow,
Their golden coins they softly throw.
A wink, a jig, a merry sound,
A hidden treasure underground.
With mischief in their sparkling eyes,
They hide their wealth where magic lies.
A rainbow leads, but none can trace,
The leprechauns’ elusive grace.
They’ll grant you wishes, if you’re true,
But catch them first—that’s up to you!
For they’re as quick as the morning breeze,
Vanishing with a soft “please, please!”
So search the hills and wildflower glens,
But know that the dance never ends.
The leprechauns are ever near,
Whispering laughter we can’t quite hear.
you have a boo boo?
May pixies sprinkle it with kindness
Divorce in the family?
I shall send in the gnomes.
Family death?
nurturing leprechauns better bring more than gold.
My grandkids talk of leprechauns
As if they are alive
And finding one is something
For which both of them do strive.
They know that unicorns aren’t real,
So telling them the truth
Seems easy, but they still believe
A fairy takes their tooth.
Of course, because St.Patrick’s Day
Is right around the bend,
I think I’ll just keep quiet
And let both of them pretend
Since I’m convinced they know deep down
(They’re fourth and second grade)
That their belief in leprechauns
Will soon begin to fade.
It’s said that there are people,
who live Beneath the ground.
Deep within Earth’s middle,
little folks can be found.
Not Leprechauns or Gnomes with tempers;
no Elves or Trolls, are to be seen.
I’m told, they have some ghastly tempers;
when prying eyes won’t leave them be.
They often wander up above
to play with human minds.
mess with them and get rebuffed;
they simply are not kind.
So, let them be, those beings old;
you’re safest if you’re not too bold.
A leprechaun bearded and old
Was packing a pipe as he told
At the rainbow's end
He said to me friend
They are after me pot of gold
Track: D12 - Purple Hills
green four leaf clovers
leprechauns and rainbows gold
Erin’s lucky charms
Do Leprechauns Exist
Want to know if Leprechauns do exist?
Put out a trap to attract them like this
On Saint Patrick’s Eve
Bake dozens of these
Biscuits that look like gold nugget snippets.
12th March 2021
Bet your wondering why they're never seen?
The wee leprechauns all wearing the green
Well I'll tell you why
And this is no lie
They're all unconscious from too much Poteen
written 23rd February 2021
Poteen, known as poitin or potcheen, once illegal but now distilled commercially.
It is a very strong spirit once made from potatoes but now more often than not grain is used to distill it.
NOT FOR CONTEST
Frequent burst from rain clouds rare
April shenanigans brought by March leprechauns
Announcing lovely yellow daffodils
Such monarch flutter whimsy
April shenanigans brought by March leprechauns
Gently showing favors to this month’s water faeries
Such monarch flutter whimsy
Cleansing nature’s gentle growing pallet
Gently showing favors to this month’s water faeries
Announcing lovely yellow daffodils
Cleansing nature’s gentle growing pallet
Frequent burst from rain clouds rare
Come hear me yarn of leprechauns
A thieving little folk,
That left me laying by me pond
Asleep beneath me oak.
They came about the midnight hour
To lay me cupboard bare,
And then they used their magic powers
Me vision to impair.
They ate me apples I had dried
And hung there in the sun,
Then took me crumpets that I fried
And even got me buns!
As if them apples weren't enough
Me pecans vanished too,
The devils even pinched me snuff
Before the raid was through.
They danced about on moonlit beams
Then scampered 'cross me rug,
That's when the rascals came it seems
'Twas halfway through me jug!
Timothy I. Brumley
Today's a day to celebrate
To drink your green whiskey, your green beer
But keep a smile upon your face
Pass lots and lots of cheer
May you catch that little green leprechaun
Steal his pot of gold at the end of his rainbow
Don't forget the Shamrock place on your shirts
So everyone will pass you by not pinching
Crap that really hurts
I tip toe through the darken forest
Shhhh! This is my favorite tune
Notes astray from a thickset underbelly hollow
It’s like gold on the wind that’s spun anew
A snap of fingers and click of heels
Beneath a toadstool where I see mighty movement
It’s a belly aching fiddler conspiring with wee laughter
And my feet begin to dance a merriment enchantment
This time I’m absolutely sure
I’ve found their little hiding place
Where all the Leprechauns go at night
At the rainbow’s end to drink green beer and sing
My legs won’t even begin to stop
As they jig me into woodland further and further within
Closer to those little devils and their hidden sacred spot
I knew the magic of the Irish music would be death of me yet
Walking along the path of the Leprechaun,
was the greenest grass I've ever walked on.
The sound of a harp whistled through the trees.
A little wood nymph said "Follow me please."
I stayed really close afraid to get lost.
First time in Ireland she was the boss.
"A little bit further to a pot of Gold,
If you're deserving, of it you will hold."
The path was lit with an unearthly glow,
never have I seen such a huge rainbow.
right up ahead was the pot of Treasure,
the Lerechaun asked, "what is your pleasure?"
I want your Treasure to give to the weak.
It is not for me this Treasure I seek.
I come from a place in a far off land,
people are poor they need a helping hand.
"How do I know your not telling me a lie?"
"For all I know you're a deceiving guy."
If you don't believe me that is okay,
Send the Gold to the needy then I'll stay.
In but a moment I seen the sky flash,
Suddenly all the Gold turned to cash.
"Alright I'll trust you to do what you say'
If you don't I'll come take it all away."
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