Tag: ireland
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Quantity surveying my hash
Keef as would fill up the stolen Mount Keefe Chalice Whose unknown maker his useless initials inscribed Elucidating nothing thereby, in 1590 It is like I am speaking of myself, whose writing trialful Turns many an eye away instantly, who could spite them Such rinds I peel away, which fall in orange spirals Are for…
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Canvas, palimpsest of self
Mind a Hockney, paint drip dropped Sold, pocket few bob But not, alas, popular Hocking loogies after bonging Daytime to deireadh seachtaine I have a sweet tooth that’s green My barra seacláide a green shock Elysian crop Hungarians grow in Dunshaughlin Shotgun grief, a formality, at the grave of one unequal.
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Emerald Isle, sending weedsmoke skyward as signal
Let me shock you I’m at it daily Nettle knocked, see my collection of non-dock leaves They’re green and illegal, they’re from overseas Greener than faraway pastures Greener than Patrick converting acid heathens with shamrock tricks Having given Crom Cruach an asskicking After he was taken away He slaved at the mountain Slemish in County…
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Winter criminal
No need of a bally anymore No new CVs in Templemore Peeling season upbraiding Henge vengeful Door to dark nebulae Raised in dawn ages In hate’s mist wraithed Sore-cheeked queen reigning, breath razor’d Climes brumal, brutal inclemency encrystals Galilean glassed voluminous, sinking vessels Fatal night to be homeless, Gelid flaying aeons of ice replaying Direwolves…
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