AnIrishPoet
If I t'wer find a Woman of Mind, With the Heart an Erin colleen.......... / A smile would I, with a twinkle in my eye, and the feel of my Heart A'brim / A Dance I'd do, to a Penny Whistles Tune, all for pure Enjoyment / This Woman of few, I surely Knew, would Be an Angle Sent..........
Colored Lights flashing
Yellow Red and Blue in the Night
In a Kaleidoscope of Fun
The Smell of Carmel Corn
Mixed With Hot Dog on a Bun
And Pink Cotton Candy
Octopus, Tilt-a-Whirl
Accompanied by Laughs
Of Boys and Screams of Girls
You sit on the Outside so she
Slides towards you 'til you reel
Just to feel her pressed against you
Sounds of Rifles and Bells With
Treasure Cranes, Ring Bounce
And free Music at the Band Stand
Finally the end of the Night of Lights
After too Much Root Beer and Donuts
Smiling, day is done after So Much Fun
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Its a Land with 3 inches of Soil
Sprouts High Voltage Lines, Oil Derriks
And Microwave Towers everywhere
Like a Modern Steel Forest Landscape
The wind is ever present and Unending
Its a Cruel Wind, strips the Paint off of All
At Night the Howling and Humming of
All that steel wire sets your teeth on edge
The wind Strips the electrons from All
Leaving a Negative charge in the Air
Like some Electrical Spirit plagues the Land
Scrambling your thoughts and Actions
Its the Desolation Where Revial Meeting Tents
Flapped in 1930s wind there for Salvation of Souls
The Place where anger flares up from Minds wore down
A Brother gets shot over Drumstick in any given town
At the motel I pace in the Night hounded by the sound
As if I had to witness this Howling wind strip the Ground
Morning coffee I reach for a Styrofoam Cup with the Rolls
It Leaps 5 inches into my hand trying to get away from this Land
A Land of endless wind and sand run across West Texas Like
A Frieght train Whistling and Howling as it Rumbles By
Shaking the Ground with its Passing Through the Town
The Lands Only Salvation is its Blue unending Skies
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
In the Still of the Night
On the Top of the hill
As we Lie looking at the Sky
Awaiting a Comet to Pass By
My Mother told me a Tale
Back when Magic Waned
And the Machine age began
With sorrow for its passing
The last of the Elves set off for afar
Left for the sky, on the Elven Star
Machines had robbed the Minerals
And smoke destroyed the Herbs
And Poisons had ruined the Water
Precious Elements from Sacred Fire
No Longer Helped them heal the Earth
The night they left the legend says...
A Bright comet passed, By in the Sky
The Elven Ships Journey on a Magic Tail
Leaving behind a Golden Age Now Pale
The Elven ship returns at 75 years to pass By
And this is our Only chance to see Elves in the Sky...JMF 3/10/2015
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
The Luck of the Irish isn't found in a stone
It isn't found in a Field of clover
Its not found in the Irish Sweepstake even
That is, not unless you're the one that wins
Its found in the twinkle of the eye , you know it
And we're all borm with the tongues of a poet.....Erin4Ever
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
In an Irish Pub was
A soft spoken Man
Walked up to the bar
And Ordered a Black and Tan
The Barkeepcame back at a Swagger
With a bottle of Guinness and a Harp Lager
In a pint mug he mixed the foamy Brew
Raising the pint he asked what should I drink to
The barkeep said, Well you can.....
Drink to Health, Drink to wealth, Drink to the village Baker
Drink to Anything, But never Drink to the undertaker--- Erin4Ever
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
~~♡~~
undeserved
favor
forgiveness
and
understanding
there is no higher love
soulsurvivor
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
To open the mind
I light a candle
To bring about change
I open my heart
To resolve my doubts
I examine my own
Judgmental contradictions
Then and only then
Does peace and tranquility
Have a place to dwell...
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
Traveling in the last hours of darkness
Down this long and dusty road
Looking up I see the moon so full
On her journey through the night
I want to leave my earth bound life
And on her take a ride
For she is traveling westward
And would take me to your side
I continue on my lonely way
The sound of road noise in my ears
But if I could ride upon that golden orb
It would wipe away the years
To ride the road of the milky way
To your side where I belong
No radio or CD playing
Just the sound of angels songs
Is it just a dream I'm dreaming
Or could it become reality
To be with you my own sweet love
Just us, just you, just me
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
~~♥~~
I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...
If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding
A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...
It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!
It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!
It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!
It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs
to walk away.
But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.
Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.
Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.
It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.
So now I think on it again...
... *I think BOOKS should be
more like MEN!!!*
SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Down in the Hills of the
Mississippi River Valley
Between the Bluffs and
The river bank in Lansing
Is a Friend named Joe Price,
Born to Play the Blue's
Raised on Farming as a Boy,
Yet was a need he could not lose
He listened to Muddy Waters
And ran out to buy a Guitar
An old 1947 12 String National
Resonator with the Steel Core
He rapped his fingers around
Till his blues skills got honed
He was Destined to play with
Legends like John Lee ******
Willie Dixon and Clifton Chenier
Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee
Along with Muddy Waters and Me
I know I'm no legend but I can't Refuse
When Joe ask me to Sit in on a Knee Slappin'
Hand Clappin version of the Hobo Blues
His work boot stomped a beat
On an old flat piece of wood
As that steel Slide made that Guitar Cry
A Legend behind the Scenes he's
Played from the North down to
The Louisiana Back Bayous
And everything in Between
You'll Never Know that feeling
As the Hair stands on your Neck
This hardly known old Hobo
Was a Legend what the Heck
Till you get a chance to listen
To his Train whistle slide Moan
That 12 string Steel Guitar Tone
That sounds so very Nice
From an Unknown Legend
Name of Joe Price
His Music can be found on http://www.joepriceblue.com/
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC