Beautiful Irish Poem

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN MUELKER on October 4, 2009 at 12:37am

THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL POEM. POETRY IS ANOTHER PASSION OF MINE AND POEMS LIKE THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT.

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on October 4, 2009 at 11:44am

Dia dhuit a Colleen,
Agree with you a 100%........Thomas Moore and Yeats awesome.............Le gach Dea beannacht...

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on October 8, 2009 at 6:35pm

......................................................THAT SQUEAKY CHAIR....................................................

That damn chair.........
That I used to rock all the time,
Thinking about those years of lonelyness
Thinking about fun, past times with friends,
Still haunts me.

Sitting in the kitchen
Seing that blue mountain in the far,
Thrue the window on a grey day wind blowing
Was left alone on that chair squeaking.

Wish I had gone with them
To Gweedore and cherished friends,
Finally,took my shillelagh
And whent by meself to the sea.

Still today I sit on it
Reminisce passed times,
When mother was alive
And raised us severely,
In Derrybeg by the sea.

This one`s specialy for my new friend Collen
And to all my friends on LiveIreland

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN MUELKER on October 9, 2009 at 12:38am

I love this poem. It is beautiful and brings a sence of warmth all thru me.It makes me miss my home in Oregon where my family still lives.I miss my family, friends, the cool breeze of the ocean air,the mountain tops that surrounded us,& all my walks through the wooded lands.I miss it all, the simple pleasures,my life.I thank God my parents are still alive & I miss them terribly.Just as the poem ends,I sit and Reminisce of the days gone by and and the warmth and love of my parents near by.Thank You for sharing such a wonderful poem.

FOR MY NEW FRIEND PIERRE...THANK YOU FOR THE SPECIAL THOUGHT AT THE END OF THE POEM~YOUR AWSOME!

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on October 9, 2009 at 12:47pm

Dia dhuit a Colleen,
This is why..............lol life worth living for....friends like you can see ,can hear, and can feel...
Thank you for such compliments.....My wish for you is that you have all that you miss so greatly..
Home ,family ,and friends, I think nothing`s more precious,so glad you`ve enjoy,your a super friend
And will always respect.....sun and warmth in your heart Colleen..Go Mbeanna dia dhuit
Slan go foill!..........ps..hope to hear more from you Colleen....

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN MUELKER on October 13, 2009 at 7:05am

Dia dhuit a Pierre;
Thank You so much for your wonderful comment.As always they make me feel really good. There is always such warmth & kindness to all you write and I always look forward to hearing from you.I wish you a world of love and happiness to you and yours.
Go Mbeanna dia dhit. Slan...Colleen

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Permalink Reply by Hilary Cronin on October 14, 2009 at 4:01pm

Dear all,
I have just recently joined this discussion. Forgive me as I am not an expert in blogs/forums or much good with these sorts of things.

However I am in need of some poetic advice which led me to this lovely passionate site.
At the ripe age o 32 I will be getting married Easter Mon next (april 5th). Both my fiance and I live i London and are going back home to Ireland to share love laughter song and dance with everyone as we walk up the aisle as man and wife. We both met when we were 14 and went to school together. Once we both left for College we didnt see each other for 10 yrs until Eoin moved to London where we met at a party. Now 3 years down the line after re-establishing a old flame and friendship, our love is taking us back to our hometown, home mutual friends and family. .
So I am looking for an irish poem to put on our invitations to emphasise the meaning of true love, Ireland and going back home. I have always admired Kavanagh but nothing seems to fit... Stony grey soil is not quite apt for a wedding day?

Any thoughts would be so deeply appreciated. I am very passionate about irish culture inc song and prose and want to incororate it into our beautiful proud day.
Thank you kindly
Hilary

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on October 14, 2009 at 8:36pm

Dia dhuit a Hilary Cronin,
My name is Pierre...and I write poems sometimes in here as my friends that are much better than I....lol
Frank is super and Walter is also and many more....My love for Ireland is eternel and will never cease
I will look in here in what I`ve got if I can find something that would sute your taste Hilary and will come back
With a few choices in a while......or perhaps somebody else can help and have something in mind.....??
Go raibh mile maith agat Hilary................Pierre...( Irish Descendent ).....

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on October 16, 2009 at 3:24pm

.....................................................FOR YOU LILLY.................................................

Oh...!Dear
Do you remember, the thoughts of your love
Eternel was the time that would last for ever,
So eager to share, so eager to join
As existence was irrelavant.

Do you remember,such happyness and joy
To commit, stop and be,
So real throught times and moments
With no end in sight,merging.

Do you remember,so great understanding
Whanting all, so blending,
Colors within colors
Feelings within feelings,endless.

Souvenirs of these are made to stay
For heaven not of this earth,
Will be what I am for ever
So together,so whanted,so rare moments.

This form me Pierre to all my friends on LiveIreland...............

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on October 24, 2009 at 9:30am

........................................................ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME..................................................

All things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
One time it was a woman`s face,or worse-
The seeming needs of my fool-driven land;
Now nothing but comes readier to the hand
Than this accustomed toil.When I was young,
I had not given a penny for a song
Did not the poet sing it with such airs
That one beleived he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now,could I but have my wish,
Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.

This by W B Yeats..............1909..................

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN MUELKER on November 1, 2009 at 7:23pm

Ah Pierre, This is beautiful! It has a way of drawing you into the poem itself! I love it!
Go mbeanni Dia duit ♥ Sláinte agus saol agat to you and yours!
Your friend, Colleen ♥☺✩!!!

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on November 2, 2009 at 12:57pm

Dia dhuit a Collen,
Thank you so much for your comments Colleen,so important to me I appreciate your sayings always beleive.The one up there....FOR YOU LILLY....was a bit more work for because did not whant to be a cliche of others and whanted to have a different style.....just discrebing cherish moments I guest..........Le gach dea beannacht Colleen...........Pierre

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