"shamrocks" poems
I see a clover in my heart,
two trefoil shamrocks do adorn my breast,
these spider's webs on my elbows, -covered,
with moving foot never do I rest.
Upon me soul and in my mind,
resides a brotherhood to wit I'm joined,
from home of Prometheus a story born,
seed of Gomer passes through my ****
I have a clover in my heart,
a turning foot makes this world mine.
The Caucasus seem so far from me,
with six-thousand years in brotherhood; time.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
7 o'clock
a light summertime dream
just before dark
unfolding it's scheme
painted in sandals
clovered kissed toes
lovely green shamrocks
are standing in prose
a fierce looking cat
Amber eyes
silver fur
bunting her leg
and giving a purrrr
getting back home
nearly hour gone by
look to the tree
playing ball in the sky
it looks like the moon
nearly 3 quarter size
outlined in countries
is neatly disguised
it's actually a ball
playing with leaves
That thing called the moon
has some tricks up its sleeves
she saw it glide down
and bounce off of a cloud
tipping it's hat
and bowing to town
See you tomorrow
her group of new friends
this just the beginning
we're far from the end
No need for luck
with her beau in the sky
a 3 quartered boy
with love in his eyes
she bows to the moon
as her Gypsy skirt flows
silver cat walking
wherever she goes
shamrock tipped pom poms
will twinkle her toes
Another summer time walk
with his dearest of Maidens
her toes and her eyes
are moon dipped and ladden
Goodnight Moon.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
A leprechaun looking for gold
'neath the shimmering shamrocks of olde
(with the luck of a Gael)
found ten bottles of ale
somewhat green as if covered with mould.
;-))
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
have we met ? seems so. you got them elastic rainbows i know you from
and that outskirts of pure idyll... you throttle the ominous pond of our requited aplomb.
we enjoy beetles.
this is how love chips away at the decade of obscure lesions. the reverse forward to a back-hand eclipse in a blithering idiot of genius. unkempt.
a bone rug.
the skim milk of human kindness, blinds the unicorn and the cabbage lichen
florescent in the mildew parchment of evening's attire.
i'll be here at the met, less attending but haunting the fiberglass whispers of your recent events.
the ones you left. left to their own devices. our every crisis is kind myth, crushing the throat of our adversary. as we pluck shamrocks in the way of our luckless fathers.
we alter the plausible cause with our audible launch
of not rockets.
where the air...
the air don't sing.
but you ain't been there
really
anyway.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
Looking up,
I saw your shamrocks smiling
& held your face in reverence.
It was lady luck,
not fate,
on my side
who put me
in this sweet position.
And at the corners,
love runneth over
the turned-up
half moon,
there,
I crumbled.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
love drifts between you
and me like a musical sea
and civilisations thrift shamrocks
to hold us both close
trees are happy to pose
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
The sound of bagpipes in the air
The bittersweet taste of dark green beer
Leprechauns playing in the yard
Finding trouble isn’t that hard
They are doing back flips off the lawn chairs
Shamrocks flying all through the air
Time to let loose, let your worries be gone
Everyone get your Irish on!
Happy St. Patty’s Day!
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
is celebrated with a call through tin can phones
connected by yarn- to us. He sends warm wishes and warnings, slurred together as spirits replace blood. Our kiss was nine rings around the tin can ago, under a streetlamp where you've unveiled a pool of Acacias and shamrocks.
We are crafted of cement chips from the streets we once sauntered.
We grasp for one another's hands on playground equipment,
stomachs full of one-dollar cinnamon rolls from Jewel-Osco,
cowering from the sun like children in a blanket fort.
we are safe when we are together we are invincible
There will always be splinters of us. My name
is spelled out where the light meets the street –
a balmy, January sunset birthing,
crawling to a dry.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
In your bottle-green eyes
I found serene shamrocks
Sparkling upon the ample countryside
Consummate comfort
Stirring sweetness
Heavenly affection
Swirling with the wind
Drawing me further into your loveliness
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
My eyes are like shamrocks
Edges are curvy and they twinkle
I hope they bring me luck
I need some scratch tickets
Give me luck
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 5:51 AM UTC
Minty mists float like saris
over the breast of low-lying hills.
Chaos is not found here,
only breezes, lovely and light.
A meadow in the foothills
where daisies and shamrocks grow
has just been liberated from
a long winter of ice and snow.
Butterflies swarm like snowflakes,
eater to begin life’s busy parade.
Nests and burrows - so much to do
before the flocks lay nest eggs.
Collage of colors is sent spinning.
All the air tastes like life and love.
Partners court each other happily
on the earth and in trees above.
Cycles and circles, this is the stuff of life.
New to replace the old, as it must be.
Dizzy dervishes of living spin around...
always something new to see.
Each season has its quantity of time
as the earth turns faithfully around.
All giving their time that life may
continue its melodic, fulfilling sound.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
It's Saint Patrick's Day and
Everyone is Irish today
And we'll have some fun along the way
Shamrocks and rainbows
And the pots of gold are in sight
And we'll sing and dance
All through Saint Patrick's night
From Tokyo to New York to
County Wicklow and to London town
And classical Irish
Music fills the air
And all the little leprechauns
Are dancing and jumping
In the air
And I love Saint Patrick's Day and
I'm playing of the fiddle on
This special day and
The people matching through the
Streets on Saint Patrick's Day
And our little children
Are running up and down
And we'll drink guinness
All through the night
So may the love and luck
Of the Irish be
With you all today on this very
special loving
And peaceful Saint Patrick's Day.
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
the shamrocks bleed.....Ireland's countrymen gang wars, slaying each others' dreams
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
Clover and moss adornment,
fields of ancient emerald mellow,
with spring lambs innocent,
elderly farmer with a tea stained
smile.
Yet, north of there,
her people warring,
life spills on concrete,
and in the singing wind
is the song of the Troubles.
My maiden, my Eire,
are you ever at rest?
Where are your children?
Sons and daughters,
youth no more to come home,
Scars on a beauty,
she, she, will it go on into eternity?
My beauty, the souls and
shamrocks in the dew,
weep just as much as you.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
You're someone very special,
Hearts like yours are prized and rare.
There are smiles bright on my face,
You're the one who put them there.
Ireland has the Blarney Stone,
And its share of shamrocks green;
Ireland sure wants your visits,
To help the chefs with cuisine.
I hope you have a swell time,
While on the Emerald Isles,
And make Ireland much brighter,
With the sunshine of your smiles.
When you return from Ireland,
Immense light, here, there will be;
Your heart profuse with sunshine,
Highlights Missou's scenery.
Mizzou' has the Gateway Arch,
And the Mississippi wide;
Warmth you've brought bring into my heart,
And joys, there, you've multiplied.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
He handed it to me when I was 25,
with a Cheshire cat smile,
knowing it wasn't my team,
and liking it all the better for it.
I wore it,
reluctantly,
the Kelly green of it a traffic cone
warning others not to get too close
brim worn thin
on the edges
where he was always
making sure it sat
...just.
right.
until the shamrocks stitched to the side
could no longer mask the shackles
I tore it off
set it ablaze in the front yard
and let my soft ginger curls
fly free in the breeze,
finally mine again.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
Happy Saint Patrick's Day.
On Saint Patrick's day
A joyful sound and with
Shamrocks mall around
And little children's laughter
Fills the air and we'll
Celebrate Saint Patrick's day
This Irish feast a welcome sight
A beacon shining pure and bright
A festive air a joyful scene
And family and friends will
Gather round in a joyful parade
Waving Irish flags on Saint Patrick's day
And stories are been told and
Happiness and memories are made
From Dublin town to Galway Bay
Everyone is Irish today and the
Little children waving the
Irish flags and ancient stories
Of Saint Patrick are told
And Irish music fills the air
And singing and dancing everyehere
And the little leprechauns
Will dance on rooftops unseen
their tiny feet a secret shuffle
And the parade was a colorful sight
With happiness and love shining bright
And the bag pipes are so sweet
And a rhythmic quick beat
And chased all the worries about
In vibrant hues a festive scene
Irish blessings warm and true
And on Saint Patrick's Day
The memories we cherish
And so may the love and luck
Of the Irish be with you
All around the world
On this very special and
Loving peaceful day
So God bless you all
And may you all have
A magical and happy
Peaceful Saint Patrick's Day.
David P Carroll.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC