Tag: newgrange
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O’rion
Irish tyrant Big iron for try hards My contents a hit parade Your oeuvre not worth its paper Your countenance like hit grenade. Boyne maps Orion All my toil and trying fruitless Like burnt Eden, smile toothless Tore out Ruth’s book, I’m ruthless Routes to my roots with each toot Die in my boots.
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Tara of the Kings
Smoking joints in the trenches surrounding Tara Barring Yank crowds and cawing crows no sounds Snakeless pre and post-Patrick, Catholic mythmaker Using shamrocks to illustrate Christian hat tricks Patron saint of patience waiting on eighths High samhraidh on Tara’s hills, Dowth-surrounded Bizzarre visions, ancestral visitations, cognitive invasions Solar placement, erection without precedent We see them,…
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Gaelic chieftains called to war
Praying away the sun Wearing no plate Neither glistening nor glimmering Shriving before all-knowing Dagda Lorefather seated at Síd in Broga. Highest casement descried Ancient hyperbole starchasing Charting firmaments blaze-gazed Bending royal Boyne thereby parades Men from lost continents Atlantean fashion and knowledge Heart center in our missing province High kings crowned Stone screaming sent…
Alchemisland 