The Irish Poems - Poems about The Irish

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...

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Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume “How much do you get?” “What’s the pay….. What’s the pay off he said Not speculating today Feels great This location is inside of you Sugar bored and wont talk Never through it all a way for a block Out of my bourbon Soo clean eyes will come A thousand armies and a thousand moors Until you never loud...

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They are all gone now, Heaney, Mahon and Longley the last to go. Their words speak to these troubled times with a lasting humanity. Thanks be to poetry's Irish trinity. ...

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Interview – 3-21-24 For Paddy Ch. Quick as a Wink 6/26/2010 – 3/8/24 www.poetrysoup.com › poem › interview_with_the_irish ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Interview With the Irish Wind Wind from the heart of Eire, come abide with me for a moment before you toss your swirling hair across your ancient friend for I feel your breath rising inside me - a...

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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...

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Wednesday's the middle of the sandwich equidistant from weekends -- unhitched Plenty of room for all those toppings ketchup, mayo and rain showers -- she's sopping How unjust, other days' inequitable ways they'd blanch at my nickname of 'Hump Day'... Alas, ignominy grinds on; the day's not yet over ~ Tomorrow's Thursday, that four-leaf...

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McPherson, McGregor, McTavish and me All went out for a wee cup o’ tea. McPherson took sugar, just one lump I see, McGregor took two lumps, McTavish took three. I settled for lemon, no sugar for me, I don’t like those sweets inside of my tea....

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My connection to Irishness is tenuous at best, So, my habit of getting out of fixes seems to rest, With my Guardian angel being one of the best. For example, today I caught the bus to my Friday cleaning job, Without my keys to do the job, Not to worry my Guardian Angel managed the situation, So, when I got...

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His name is McGruff, crazy old woman said. Rolling her silly eyes to the back of her head. I could tell she had already labelled him. A really great Irish guy name of Jim. The Irish are all bad, she said quickly. Her mind completely made up so thickly. McGruff was an incredibly wonderful man. He built our town a brand new...

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Green four-leaf clover Mutated symbol of luck Nature's sign of hope...

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THE IRISH INVENTED EVERYTHING Ireland invented everything; I think it’s fair to say From the automatic office door, to the LED display We put the first man on the moon, conceived the mobile phone Discovered Mars and Pluto, and of course, the twilight zone Planes and trains and trucks and cars, were all invented here We even had the concept, of...

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Ireland was suffering a terrible fate People were dying at an alarming rate The potato crop failed because of the blight Little help was given now that wasn't right. The rich fed their faces with meat so lean Whilst the poor people starved now I call that obscene Their fault it was not but you let them die The horrors they suffered...

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Living in a jobless country, thousands emigrating every month, Long gone are the times of the Celtic tiger and the Irish punt. The economy has collapsed into a heap on the floor, A depressing recession is hard to ignore. Politicians are greedy and getting more desperate, Now this country is turning into a cesspit. Honestly dishonesty is at an all-time high, Profiteering...

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The Irish have music and Guinness and tweed And bright green land dotted with sheep. There isn't much more that a person could need But some friends, food and someplace to sleep. There's lots of tradition awaiting to feed Both the body and soul, which runs deep From the ancients to now and that Gaelic-born seed Nestles just like their tea, there...

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The luck of the Irish has always been St Patrick did not preach for men to preen in great lewdness and less love but for friends to look above... with gratitude garnished with touch of green. Written 02/4/ 2017...

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