Beautiful Irish Poem

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 12, 2009 at 1:23pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Eloquense...it is meLady.......so nice of you
And so nice poem.........thank you for sharing......Lady Dianne

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 12, 2009 at 1:35pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
What wonderfull rymes,and so nice words.....
Ireland`s Three `s super.......thank you for sharing lady Dianne

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 16, 2009 at 2:32pm

THE ROSE OF THE WORLD
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
For these red lips,with all their mournful pride,
Mournful that no new wonder may betide,
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna`s children died.

We and the labouring world are passing by;
Amid men`s souls that waver and give place
Like the pale waters in their wintry race,
Under the passing stars,foam of the sky,
Lives on this lonely face.

Bow down,archangels,in your dim abode:
Before you were,or any hearts to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.

William Butler Yeats.........1892................

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 18, 2009 at 1:26pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Thank you for your comments Lady Dianne......it is one of caring
I love WB Yeats......

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Permalink Reply by kubana on June 17, 2009 at 5:31pm

Mr. Daub,
A wonderful song! I once tried to sing that at the Pop Show in 7th grade. "Colcannon" is one of the first, and best, Irish songs I've ever heard.

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 17, 2009 at 6:48pm

MEMORIES OF DUNFANAGHY
Four rock walls to contain
Things we yearn and love,
In Dunfanaghy,small thatch cottage
Near the river dwell,
Gleaming in the bush in day
Disapearing over night,so loved

Laughters and sorrows reminiscenced
Sounds of tools, of youngs screaming,
Water thrown outside by half-door
Changing of sun`s colors
On the white walls sparkling,
Smell of fresh cut hay
Smell of kitchen and home.

Sorrows forgotten in Dunfanaghy by the sea
Living and dying for beleifs
Make you what you are,
Smell of draught,and summer fields
Songbirds and winds of roses,
Reach the heart like life itself.

Small thoughts so great delights
Complete joy of cherish moments,
Awareness of being alive.

This poem from me,to all friends on LiveIreland..............................

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 17, 2009 at 7:15pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Thank you so much for comments, Lady Dianne When I read that poem I get lost somewhat in time
And makes me yearn good things in life.....and appreciate so much all
And good things are not always big.....better is simple.....and small....Thank you meLady

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Permalink Reply by Walter on June 18, 2009 at 7:26pm

Pierre,

You are fast becoming the ‘poet laureate’ of Live Ireland. One gets a nice sense of nostalgia in reading your poem. The image of the ‘small thatch cottage’ and the ‘half-door’ offer a comforting reminder of the ‘way things were.’ For an instance, we can ‘dwell near the river’ lost in our ‘small thoughts’ and ‘cherished moments.’ Oh to be in Dunfanaghy!

Walter . . .

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 18, 2009 at 8:28pm

Dia dhuit a Walter,
So glad to have your comments Walter,...and yes we always talk about the places we love and yearn for.....was harsh and hard in those days,but was also grattyfying and kept as endless treasures........very humble I am before a great writer like you Walter.....Thank you so much........Le Gach Dea beannacht....Slan go foill!!!

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on June 22, 2009 at 8:10am

HERE`S IS TO MY TWO FRIENDS FROM AUSTRALIA.......MARY AND OZZY...
Those are words from a song that I sing each week on my guitar and think about you guys.....do not know who composed it...??..Its call

Far away in Australia
Story about an Irishman who whent to Australia to seek a better life for his love one

Sweetheart I`m bidding you found farwell
I will be yours someday,
I bound for a new land my fortune to try
And I`m ready to sail away.

Ref;Far away in Australia soon will faith be kind
And I`ll will be ready to welcome at last,
The girl I left behind.

Oh you can leave me this poor maidin said
I will not let you go,
But I must leave you he gently reply
For only a while you know....ref.

Now if in success or failure
I will always be true,
And proudly each day in the land far away
i`ll be building a home for you....ref.

Dayly she whaits at the old cottage gate
Watching the whole day through,
Then one day a message from over the sea
And I`m hopping these words are true...ref...

Far away in Australia now as come the time
For I am ready to welcome at last the girl I left behind.....

Super song............Pierre

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on July 3, 2009 at 6:23pm

SUMMERLAND
Urdge to smell salty air
Push by the coming wind,
From the sea soft sanddunes
Spalsh of the waves on the shore,
Smell of fish decay,vastness.

People feasting,family together playing
Smell of coconut and peaches,
Coming from sunscreens,hard sun
Yelling and screaming for the balls,
Sandcatles and potholes..........

People embrassing,looking for each other
Walking on the shore,in blowing wind,
Together merging in nature,stranger looking
Cold water retainning,fearless,
Eating and talking.

Tranquility of sceneries,satisfaction
How time goes by, scarcely,
To remember summertime...........

From me to all my friends on LiveIreland......Pierre
All have a great Holiday.....................

Permalink Reply by C. Ford on July 5, 2009 at 5:04am

Ouch. They say all Irish songs are about loving, longing or losing; I think the last one is definitely this song's topic. Very well written and quite beautiful, but the ending is very saddening.

Thanks for posting!

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