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I am 48 years old. I am married and have an adult daughter who is an artist.
i write things that everyone knows, but only i feel
Poems
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2019
Kerry Rain (modified)
Ryan O'Leary
Mar 2019
Kerry Rain
Now I know from whence the
excess water comes from, when
our river floods Willie’s house.
The catchment area between the
mountains, back here in Kerry,
is an Atlantic funnel.
Ventry winds, West laden, with
an aviated tide, make land fall
just below, in the aqua plain.
From here, it heads for the Cork-ed
plughole, where its route is marked
by bridges along the way to Mallow.
Finn.
8 March 2019
House sitting in
Co Kerry.
(Visited Ventry yesterday)
Now I know from whence the
excess water comes from, when
our river floods Willie’s house.
The catchment area between the
mountains, back here in Kerry,
is an Atlantic funnel.
Ventry winds, West laden, with
an aviated tide, make land fall
just below, in the aqua plain.
From here, it heads for the Cork-ed
plughole, where its route is marked
by bridges along the way to Mallow.
Finn.
8 March 2019
House sitting in
Co Kerry.
(Visited Ventry yesterday)
Ryan O'Leary
Mar 2021
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No N Word Irish Or Kerry Blues.
G
No tinkers horses without shoes
Em
No N word Irish or Kerry Blues
G
And we thought those days were gone
Em
Has Brexit exit brought it on
G
We’re vaccinated, don’t you know
Em
And we’ve got passports just to show
Chorus
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
G
We’re not contagious anymore
Em
The ***** Irish is now folklore
G
We’ve had enough of the Irish jokes
Em
I’m on the list, because I’m Stokes
G
Black Paddy Black Paddy you got no hope
Em
Even if you were the Pope.
Chorus
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
G
Michael O’Leary is to blame
Em
Before Ryan Air, none of you came
G
Now the Paddies are takin over
Em
Green and Orange on the Cliffs of Dover
G
No tinkers horses without shoes
Em
No N word Irish or Kerry Blues
Chorus
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
Repeat
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
Fading
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
Ryan O'Leary
Mallow.
3rd March 2021.
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No N Word Irish Or Kerry Blues.
G
No tinkers horses without shoes
Em
No N word Irish or Kerry Blues
G
And we thought those days were gone
Em
Has Brexit exit brought it on
G
We’re vaccinated, don’t you know
Em
And we’ve got passports just to show
Chorus
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
G
We’re not contagious anymore
Em
The ***** Irish is now folklore
G
We’ve had enough of the Irish jokes
Em
I’m on the list, because I’m Stokes
G
Black Paddy Black Paddy you got no hope
Em
Even if you were the Pope.
Chorus
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
G
Michael O’Leary is to blame
Em
Before Ryan Air, none of you came
G
Now the Paddies are takin over
Em
Green and Orange on the Cliffs of Dover
G
No tinkers horses without shoes
Em
No N word Irish or Kerry Blues
Chorus
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
Repeat
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
Fading
G
Pontin Pontin by the sea
Em
This is where I want to be
Ryan O'Leary
Mallow.
3rd March 2021.
Leonard Sine Jun 2014
The Mermaid
Leonard Sine
Jun 2014
In a past life she was a mermaid.
Her eyes seaweed green;
bright watery globes,
flecks of aquamarine.
Bones made of coral,
and skin from wet sands.
She devoured lost sailors
and made treasure their hands.
She rolled with the waves
of the great Celtic Sea,
and pulled with the undertow
‘round County Kerry.
I know this quite well,
‘cause in my past life
I was a drunk Irishman --
she was my wife.
Her eyes seaweed green;
bright watery globes,
flecks of aquamarine.
Bones made of coral,
and skin from wet sands.
She devoured lost sailors
and made treasure their hands.
She rolled with the waves
of the great Celtic Sea,
and pulled with the undertow
‘round County Kerry.
I know this quite well,
‘cause in my past life
I was a drunk Irishman --
she was my wife.