St Patrick’s Day

17/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



I like St Patrick’s Day

Even though I’m not religious

And it’s not the saintly idea behind the day

That gets me in the spirit

But the fun and frivolity

That comes from celebrating in a secular society

Where old traditions are embraced

For a variety of new reasons



I like St Patrick’s Day

Because of the legendary stories

That surround this man of the cloth

And give him his saintly vibes

Like bearing the cross and the shamrock

In bold reference to the holy trinity

Even though threesomes of deities

Are well known in Irish lore



I like St Patrick’s Day

For celebrating a man bestowed deeds

For which he could not possibly be responsible

Like ridding a nation of its snakes

When no evidence of the slithery specimens

Appears anywhere in Ireland

Despite many a desperate search

Through the fossil record



I like St Patrick’s Day

Because it conjures up such novelties

As leprechauns and all that is green

Despite neither having anything to do

With Ireland’s beloved saint

But it just adds to the joie de vivre

That seems to emanate

From the mere mention of the day



I like St Patrick’s Day

And one day I hope to experience it

In the bustling streets of Dublin

Or the rolling hills of Connemara

Where I can immerse myself in the festivities

And lose myself in nature

Creating my own reverence

Of that ancient saint’s day

Ireland

19/12/2020 -  Poem a Day Compilation



How it is I long to see

The green and rolling hills of Eire

To soak in that troubled history

That lights a strange poetic flare



It is absurd to think on it

That I might wait in Dublin’s heart

Inspiration at my beck and call

To create, divine, a piece of art



To sit in awe ‘neath Ben Bulben

With Yeats whispering in my ear

And the haunted cries of a noble band

That sing of life and love and fear



To marvel at walls built so long ago

Where echoes of shots still ring out

In quiet suburbs full of woe

And remembered columns stand about



To explore the wild and untamed coast

Where mothers and sons of character strong

With a raw and revolutionary zeal

Guide earnest folk in picturesque song



How it is I long to see

The green and rolling hills of Eire

Listen to voices that make me swoon

And breathing that intoxicating air