"moher" poems
your smile reminds me of a picture of the cliffs of moher that was the month of june on a calendar my mom owned when i was eight years old in our old house not in that your smile looks anything like the cliffs of moher but in that i do not know why i remember that picture and in that i will most likely never forget it
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 7:13 PM UTC
Fold you up like unwanted fat
cook you into a rocky stew
placed beneath a mantle of ice
far enough away to be misconstrued
You are old laminated time
And pillowed rock of incomprehensible
Earlier than any lime
Or sand, or sediment, or any kind
You are the grandfather rock
of mine
When I step with my inconsequential feet
living but transiently
I cannot help but be erased
that even you hath but one resting place
All the plants
and sands
and ever since the very first
we have always been ******
to this earth
walking upon your bones
I am sorry we cannot do more
but you know your creator
Speak in the same language
in amalgamators
of which we have forgot
and for that I can say
we are envious; are we naught?
Build softly, and carry us upon your thick
crust like pizza dough, cooking
and you let it sit
Let us win, set us up
drift us apart, leave us crushed
build us,
make us,
break us,
fill us
I want to be restored into your
stony belt and be redeemed
I want to become my own atomic fossil
to connect with the universe through long-lost
plotholes
and once again
hear the story
as a young lad
the way it was meant to be told
I want to eat dinner with my grandfather again
my real sweet stony-chiseled cheeked
father again
to be loved a boy
and a girl
and the whole world
a soul touched back into the deep
left unshackled
by a ***** or a queen
please,
take me back soon
rather than let me turn into
Laurentia
or Baltica
or Gondwana
alack
smacked into new rock to form
Urals
and Tetons
and Moher
back
Carbonate or Silicate,
and the end its the same
It won't be the end
for that fate rearranged
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Dear Nithya
Wish you a very very happy birthday!!
I am sure this birthday will be that much more special
Given the momentous event that is going to happen
An event that will change your life for the better
Well, I've known you since I was a kid
Though we haven't met frequently
Nor have we spoken a lot
But I've always been fond of you
You are a very nice person
Very warm, friendly and jovial by nature
You bring a lot of cheer
To everyone around you
Not a single moment with you
Can ever be called "boring"
You are so witty
That the Sorting Hat will scream "Ravenclaw!!"
The moment it touches your head
Also, you are very sensitive
And care deeply about your family, cousins and friends
We've had some great times
Whether it be India, US or Ireland
Coming to Ireland, you were an excellent tour guide
The incredible views of the Pacific Ocean from the Cliffs of Moher
Continue to give me goosebumps to this day
And Glendalough Upper Lake was nothing less than Paradise on Earth!!
Finally, I shall never forget the moment
When we had the finest Irish beer, at Temple Bar
Then, as far as US was concerned
The cruise on Lake Michigan was absolutely unforgettable
As were the views from Hancock Tower
Not to mention, the picnic we had at the Chicago Bean!!
Anyway, coming back to you
I hope you have a day to remember
Wish you loads of love, happiness and merriment
And may the Lord bless you!!
Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 1:02 PM UTC
An artistically woven
turquoise woolen
pullover made
out of the finest
moher fabric
made my day.
Made for you,
to be caressed
and cherished
as a perfect
garment.
It looked so good
on you, my darling!
Rainbow colors always
bring me happiness and
I gently touch you,
feeling already safe
as a deer in a flowering
forest; within narcotically
scented alluring hug, we
embrace again, tightly,
you and me, entwined.
Whiffed winds melody
played through tall pine
tree tops as a flute song
swaying branches. It seemed
as they are affirming our walk
along the shore, where the river
meets an ocean, hand in hand,
peacefully.
And, yet, every time the
strong cool breeze exposes
your magnificent masculine
figure in that woolen top,
my coolness faints into the
void and dissolves itself.
Our urge emerges!
I feel your fingertips touch
as a passionate flame dance
over my face, you turn my
head up toward your loving
gaze, wanting it so much,
slightly pulling me up
then burning my lips.
Our hurried steps are heard,
echoing as a rushed tempo
on the salty path, fresh air
lingers around us, leading
us to our charming summer
suite, to undress. And love.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
Had we never gone home...
Had we never sung our songs...
Had we never loved to part...
Had we never cried so hard...
Here was i calling out for ye.
They could hear me from Malin to Dursley.
O me heart lost and blind.
Torn and misled through the years.
There in Kilkenny,by the water,
Kind as the hills yet cold as Moher's cliffs was me father.
'where are ye going o lonely rover...'
'had ye never been loved by yer lover...'
Sang he,a song of loss and loneliness...
'o yer eyes painted a thousand pictures of long journey,rolling hills,running streams,and rugged coastlines'
'o how i miss walking on that road down the hill to the sea'
'o ol' Erin,to ye i gave me heart a long time ago with tear'
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
When I retire in Ireland
I'll be fit and sixty-five
Then I'll ride the DART for free
and explore the country-side
I'll rent an old thatched cottage
Buy a bicycle with gears
Tool along Connor Pass Road
Out to ****** drink some beers
Eating the Irish breakfasts
Drinking too much Guinness to mention
Uncle Sam sends my social security
I'll collect my teacher's pension
Mornings I'll write a novel
About my Irish sojourn
A boat to Blasket Islands
Some Gaelic I'll be learnin'
I'll check my geneology
The DART to Cork and I go
Fitzpatrick's, a talented family,
Doctors, fighters, writers in the know
Always an ear to the music
Familiar faces all around
Perhaps some long lost relatives
Still in Cork who could be found
Yes, I'm in love with Ireland
The Cliffs of Moher call to me
I'll go hiking west of Doolin
Rent an apartment in Dun Laoghaire (dun leary)
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
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)
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
When I retire in Ireland
I'll be fit and sixty-five
Then I'll ride the DART for free
and explore the country-side
I'll rent an old thatched cottage
Buy a bicycle with gears
Tool along Connor Pass Road
Out to ****** drink some beers
Eating the Irish breakfasts
Drinking too much Guinness to mention
Uncle Sam sends my Social Security
I'll collect my teacher's pension
Mornings I'll write a novel
About my Irish sojourn
A boat to Blasket Islands
Some Gaelic I'll be learnin'
I'll check my geneology
The DART to Cork and I go
Fitzpatrick's, a talented family,
Doctors, fighters, writers in the know
Always an ear to the music
Familiar faces all around
Perhaps some long lost relatives
Still in Cork who could be found
Yes, I'm in love with Ireland
The Cliffs of Moher call to me
I'll go hiking west of Doolin
Rent an apartment in Dun Laoghaire (dun leary)
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
her voice is the ring of a hundred
silver bells,
rolling across the Irish Sea
passed Cork and the cliffs of Moher,
then on out over the ocean,
spanning the great divide,
till their shining reaches the East Coast,
flows over the Great Plains,
and on through the Mojave desert,
to dance around my ears,
banishing all fears.
A hundred silver bells
to ward against the whispers.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
yorgunum angel
evet evet
yorgun
buzul
şakalarına gülemiyorum
dahi antartika'nın
sırtımdaki kılıçlara
kurşun dökeceklermiş
düşmeyi rahatlatmak için
bardakta çekin bari :)
bak
yine sancı girdi geçmiş günlere
her ne hal
gazi konsepti reva görülse de
randevu veremiyorum
sırada ısrar edene
halbuki
okyanus suyundan tarhana
cape town gecelerinden
taze soğan olsa, gelicem kendime
budapeşte sokaklarından
poster poster sevişicem sonra
bir alana, bir bedava
takvim kızı, kapak kızı
patron hediyeli papaz kızı
tril tril mevsimlik
gülecek moher sırtımda
ama
lakin
ve fakat
solgunum angel
evet evet
solgun
stokholm sendromu bu
biliyorum..
kurşunu kendi doldurduğum
verip colt'u ele
hedefe kaz gibi oturduğum..
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
We cast our vows—
Fools, on the cliffs of Moher,
Rogue breeze touching us.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
From the top of the mountains that rest under Apollos feet.
To the deepest of forest where Artemis has been heard to sing.
The cliffs of Moher overlooking the remains the forsaken Mal.
And to the canyons formed by Paul Bunyan's axe.
Where ball lightening dances to where the Angel she falls.
And even where they ghost danced so that Miwok could sleep.
I've told them all so many times, you must've heard by now.
Surely tales have found you wherein you ought to be found.
Pan himself is tired of my proclamations.
My devil may care position on you sickens even Cupid.
So let it be said and let the darkness be ******
Tell Osiris that I am on my way for maybe he hasn't heard.
One day these words will reach you and then you'll finally hear.
I love you.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
RUNNING NAKED ALONG THE CLIFFS OF MOHER IN A THUNDERSTORM
She ran on
into the storm
the last shreds of her
designer clothes
shrieking out to sea
terrifying the gulls
'I'm free...I'm free! '
she screamed nakedly.
The divorce papers(that
had finally come through)
tore themselves apart &
flew...flew...to the four
winds unfurling her fury
(laced with lightnings)
she conducted the storm
in a fine frenzy.
Nature's orchestra
drawing her to this
crescendo of self.
'Bloody tourists! '
bellowed the blustering
one man & his dog.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
i sit perched on the cliffs
a finite edge separating me from a sky scraper dive
to lacy waves that continually unfurl ever gasping
my body perched on impervious stone
i want to melt
to seep down and through the cracks of
this unforgiving earth
i want to dissipate
to be free of this solid form
and sink between the layers of
this mineral collage
i am me and the rock is the mineral
but i want to be the rock and the mineral, me.
I want my skin to release my essence so i can
soar
as the gulls
quiver
as the daring wildflowers
sit ever patiently
as the stone
not in a metaphorical sense, understand.
in the realest way, the most literal translation.
dont mistake my words for poetry.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Until last spring walks across the barren craig,
Flowers bright gold and blue in her hair,
When the sky unmasks the waking sun,
Siúil liom
And when the rains grow weary of deluge,
Making way for the moon across the Burren
Until the waves that crest the cliffs,
Flood over Moher
And when the last cairn is reclaimed by earth,
When it embraces the stones, the last castle wall falls,
Until that day, filled with ancient song,
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
I saw you that day when
the end of you was the only thing in your way.
Your undulating wrinkles softened the rocks, and I caught sight
(maybe just a glimpse) of music gingerly stroking your neck,
and you were beautiful.
On the Cliffs of Moher you stood two feet calm
atop a fire you had built as a pedestal for yourself
and all your wantings.
The time was droll, playing ribbons up the backs of your knees
and as I watched you ( me, wide eyed and heart so full of wonder it hushed itself to cease to beat)
I cried.
Your stories of arms threw hyacinths to the ebbing tide,
and the breathing of the earth was left impatient.
For a moment you took to dreaming,
and your eyes filled with alabaster love.
You remembered your brother, a radiating mass of
muscle and joy; how you once vowed
to save the world together. You remembered her, your pearl,
your human nightingale with wings in her mind, how she used to steal the wind
and hold its sweet smell hostage to sing your baby lullabys.
I saw you that day.
I Saw you that day.
I saw You that day.
In your face there was a secret and I knew it to be remarkable.
The Hum of your pumping lungs set my fingertips dancing from
the Drum of your aching prayer.
The Hum of your smiling skin left me breathless and heaving through un-clenched teeth to the beat of
the Drum to your star fixed gaze.
The Hum of your words reeling through the cracks in the sky to tune the wind with
the Drum of your hands on your chest.
And in this song you moved. A manmountain in the shape of pieces.
The world lept from its axis and ran to your side. "Oh! " you cried.
"Oh, for just a lapse in the root of time. I don't care for the meaning
of it all, I only want back my rhyme!"
I was still as you dripped into the cliff. You fell
knee, knee, hands to your head and head to your feet.
In this moment you were incompletely complete.
And I saw you,
and you were beautiful.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
dişlerini siyanürle fırçalayan biri için
göçükten yüzeye kulaç atmak
kaplan köpek balığıyla güreş tutmakla
eş değer nerdeyse
hatırlıyorum da
gökyüzü
tursillenmiş kadar berrak
ve gümüş tasın etrafında ışıltılı kızlar
göz banyomu baştan çıkarıp
hüşu içinde durularken
karanlık pencerelerin
uykulu camları
kapkara bir horultu soluyordu
çıkartırken keyfini loş odalar
sondajlı hafriyatın
o saatlerde
küçük titremeler birden
atlı karınca turuna dönüştü
ayakta zor duran sarhoş binalar
sokağa petite beurre gibi
düşmeye başladığında
gördüm ambülans çığlığına karışan
yarı canlı umutların şaşkınlığını
akıl oynatan ceset eşkalleri
tanınmaz halde kimi
kimi bir çocuk
resimde gülümsemiş kimi
oysa,
düğün mevsimiydi o ara
henüz yolcu etmiştik
hayırlı bir depreme
kolu bilezik dolu gelini
dişlerini siyanürle
fırçalayan biri olarak diyorum
ölmüyor
daha beter hissediyor
canlı performansa gitar çalınca
pena gibi kırılıyor insan
tüm bunlara tanık olmak
bir ses
bir tıkırtıya
kulak kabartarak
vadesi kapalı bir canı
incitmeden çekip çıkarmak
yeni doğmuş gibi
anasının karnından
ve acı bir mutsuzluk hissi
cansız bedenleri
tabutundan önce kucaklamak
bir vakit sonra
sarmaladık davetsizi
giydirdik sırtına moher hırka
uğurladık suçsuz gelini..
..
Deprem kayıpları anısına..
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
RUNNING NAKED ALONG THE CLIFFS OF MOHER IN A THUNDERSTORM
She ran on
into the storm
the last shreds of her
designer clothes
shrieking out to sea
terrifying the gulls
'I'm free...I'm free! '
she screamed nakedly.
The divorce papers(that
had finally come through)
tore themselves apart &
flew...flew...to the four
winds unfurling her fury
(laced with lightnings)
she conducted the storm
in a fine frenzy.
Nature's orchestra
drawing her to this
crescendo of self.
'Bloody tourists! '
bellowed the blustering
one man & his dog.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC