2 Irish Poems for St. Patrick's Day--repost

" You"ll never 'get'  the Irish if you haven't read Yeats."  My friend, Susan, who is about as Irish as they come, told me this one day.

St. Patrick's Day Poem-- I Don't Much Care For Yeats

like the rhythm of Celtic drums

drinking Guiness with my mates,

I like to sing an Irish song,

but I don’t much care for Yeats.


Shane McGowan’s a righteous voice,

jukebox, Dubliners resonates,

Van Morrison is the Belfast bard,

but I don’t much care for Yeats.


An oyster sandwich is a joy,

soda bread and coffee elates.

Give me an Irish potato, oh boy!

But I don’t much care for Yeats.


The Rabitte clan are friends of mine

Wilde, Goldsmith and Beckett are greats.

Your man, Joyce, writes mighty fine,

but I don’t much care for Yeats.


Fitzgerald and Bryson and Cassady,

Sons of Eire stuck firm in the States

I love them, I love them, I love them all

but I don’t much care for Yeats.


Mc Court, Tess Gallagher, Galway Kinnell,

O’Connor, O’Neill—heavyweights.

I like Dempsey and Cooney and Daly and Conn,

but I don’t much care for Yeats.


Jackie Gleason, Art Carney, Ann Meara, and Maher

O’Briaian, Graham Norton, Brendan Grace,

Blarney kissed, good craik, cheeky beggers they are,

but I don’t much care for Yeats.


I don’t much care for Yeats, I say,

I just don’t care for Yeats.

Can't I celebrate St. Patrick's Day

even though I don’t care for Yeats?

The second poem was one inspired by a chat in the old opium den, Rita was there, Aka, I think, maybe Tr ig, Jmac....the usual crowd...


Kinch Bellies Up to the Bar

Here we create new words,

call it

killing rats for fun and profit”.

It pays just about the same.

I believe it was Scylla the Rock

who first said,

We all speak Typonese”

even though he never misspells.

Boyz are so different.

Even when I don't like it I have to try

and hide the tears when I cry.

Well they got some different stuff, yes.

Yes, they do.

I just got booted oot.

Wrong person to boot;

bribed the bouncer to get back in.

One guy was a bouncer

in another Irish pub.

How do you get tossed  out

of your local Irish club?

Fisticuffs is what me mam

called  'em.

People not drinking


are likely to get surly.

Irish fisticuffs.

Hunt the hare and turn her down

the rocky road to Dub-bi-lin

Whack follol de rah!

Are you sterotyping my people?

The Irish are great, luv.

I is the bouncer in this den

of writers and musicians

well yeah,

and friends and luvahs,


they aren't.

The Irish are worth a throw

we'll add some Celtic drums.

They go and they go and they go,

and they love us all,

the fighters, the dreamers

the bards and the bums.

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on March 17, 2016 at 9:42am

In honor of St. Pat's and a wake we never had, for a crazy German philosopher boy from Connecticut, who left us to soon, I give you Drop Kick Murphy's:

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on March 17, 2016 at 9:44am


Comment by Veronica Corso on March 17, 2016 at 9:51am

Love the Murphy's- Jmac. I think they're in Gronau (right across the border) this weekend-- not going though.

Thanks for stopping by, Jon. 

Comment by koshersalaami on March 17, 2016 at 10:39am
Interesting approach to death
Comment by koshersalaami on March 17, 2016 at 10:39am
And don't let Jack Heart hear you don't like Yeats
Comment by Veronica Corso on March 17, 2016 at 10:53am

Kosh-- I won't tell if you won't.


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