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Goddess of USR Feb 2021
My soul travels to you on the rays of the sun
I meet you there
I greet you there
I seek you there
Until time eternal, I place joy in those sunbeams and deposit all of my love for you to bask in until you feel the warmth of my soul. Our place is in the sun
Goddess of USR Feb 2021
Feeling You...

Feeling you is like watching the sun. Sacred. Deep. Beautiful. Humbling. Powerful. A treasured experience. Holy. Like a song or a color or a smile. Feeling you impresses me. Your energy lingers, touching me throughout the day, like a soft breeze. You are like a rainbow after a hard rain. Unexpected. Brilliant. Colorful. Proud. Majestic. You shine with an intensity that is creation itself. Feeling your soul is like catching  a glimpse of heaven. You inspire, transcend reason, and create a new way of being within me. You flow through me like a river drenching my soul. You enter my heart and fill me with such Grace. Acceptance. Love. Safety. Calm. Your soul is vast like the ocean yet steady as a tree. Your soul sways with the wind and touches the sun within me.
David P Carroll May 2020
Walking the streets of Dalkey
So beautiful so bright
As the birds sing at night
As the stars shine bright
The people come
Out at Tonight
And the people think that Dublin's Ireland's fair city
It's a place of over flowing with laughter drinking, whiskey, and wine, And
Dancing the night away
And the narrow streets are filled with poets and singers
Singing Dublin's fair city
Is so beautiful today..
Ireland Dublin
You and me, and Molly Malone
In Dublin city, so far from home
Looking over the Liffey
That's when it hit me
My love for you, had only grown

In Galway Bay, we couldn't stay
The loyalty, love, and friendship day
Rainbows at the Cliffs of Moher
The Blarney Stone we can't ignore
Waterford Crystal and...Cabernet

You and me, and Molly Malone
Is the memory, that I've carved in stone
Dancing in Dublin
You've got my heart bublin'
My love for you, had only grown

Guinness, whiskey, cider
I got sick on chowder
Hanging out with Wilde
Don't forget that child
Ten thousand years and...no they're not

You and me, and Molly Malone
Here comes the time, for us to go home
Even though we're leavin'
We will leave here knowin'
My love for you, had only grown
(My love for you, had only grown)
In memory of my 2017 trip to Ireland!
Most of it is self explanatory. one memory was of me and my boyfriend looking at a famine statue. a local Irish dad and two of his sons were passing by, when the youngest son (~8) shout out "those statues have been here for ten thousand years" the older brother (11) playfully pushes and quickly correct his younger brother and informs us that "no they're not"

I suppose we stuck out as tourists!
Anne Molony Mar 2019
A blue morning on the 46a to Stillorgan.
I get emotional gliding past the little orange town house. I've passed it every day for two years but this time it feels different.

I can smell your walls and furniture.
Can taste the breakfast you'd surprise me with after a long night of dancing and love making.
Can feel your head on my shoulder as you hold me at the kitchen counter.

You kiss my stomach.

On our last morning, you had driven me to college. Me, eating nutella and banana toast and you watching the roads too carefully. You had just gotten your license. Fionn Regan played softly.
Walking down the bustling street
Stopping, listening
An old man playing spoons
Kurt Carman Oct 2018
i peer through this looking glass,
and watch the high tide fill the arigideen river.
quickly, i walk the path, as i try to catch,
the dusk light over the estuary.

its where the gannet perches to find warmth,
i start a fire to do the same.
in this place, by the sea, i find an all-embracing refuge,
and my eyes converge on the beach below.

bitter-vetch flowers line the path where she walks,
its when my eyes lay sight of her,
i feel that this might well be irelands most beautiful wild flower,
and I think to myself...every day is like Sunday when I see her walk by.
Missing the coast of Ireland and the B&B by the estuary.
Kay Ireland Oct 2016
He asked me why.
It wasn’t the kind of thing that had
An explanation, or needed one.
Still, he asked why.
It was intrinsic.
I had never thought it through before.

It has something that home doesn’t.
He asked what.
It has you. That’s important.
He asked why it mattered, why he mattered.
Everyone else is gone and you’re here with me.

He asked why it meant so much.
Home has no culture of its own.
We are a melting ***.
Our history has us playing a part.
Our countries share a common villain.
The difference is, we became ours.
You didn’t.


He asked why here, why now.
You view this place like I view my own.
You’ll never see it the way I do.
There is no conversation in bars,
Just fingers and tongues and fake names.

You look at me when I speak.


He asked if that was all.
No, of course not.

Those uilleann pipes make me cry.
I have no nation,
No reason for pride.
My songs and stories
Do not hold the same depth.
You tell me who you are
And it means something.


He touched my arm and the universe swallowed me whole.

Do you want to go home? he asked.
Absolutely not.
Do you want to leave? he asked.
*With you, absolutely.
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