Magic Monday~Celebrating St. Patrick`s Day Magic
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Bring Out The Magic In Poetry
Tonight We bring out the
Magic In St. Patrick`s Day
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Blesssings, always
St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated all over the world
By those of Irish descent (and those who are “Irish for a day”)
Wearing green is for all
The traditional emblem of St. Patrick’s Day is the green shamrock.
Let your muse be inspired
Let`s have some fun in a magical way
Green is the color and shamrocks rock
Remember to wear green or you may get pinched
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Celebrating St. Patrick`s Day
with memories shared
Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!
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Good Evening Wishing all a Happy St Patrick`s Day :love: :love: :love: :love:
For those who realized I have been missing 😯 :groovy: When I signed out Wednesday I started chilling, fever Today lst day awake all day..Not even coffee taste right Had a half a cup earlier 🙂 But getting better I let negative vibes work inside and that was all it took..Unreal how quick..Know better Yep 🙄 :love: :love: :love:
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MY LITTLE LEPRECHAUN
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Little dancin leprechaun
Dancin all around
Pot full of gold had he
Shines like
Rainbows in the mist
Colour me green
The day is plain and fair be
All my green day friends
I am a shamrock
All dress to go
Drink green beer
Till I flop
Its
Saint Patrick Day
And I sleep under a rock
~
Written By: Bettie Davis —————- © March 17 , 2o13
MEDICAL MYSTERY
A Limerick which asks the important question:
Why isn’t there a Pee in shamrock?
There once was a shamrock named Triple Leaf
whose capacity was quite beyond belief.
He’d drink to take off the chill
till he’d had his chlorophyl.
Without a urethra, how’d he get relief?
Limerick Copyright March 17th 2013 RGD
Which version is better?
WHAT THE SHAMHILL?
A Limerick in search of a punchline
There once was a shamrock named Triple Leaf
whose capacity was quite beyond belief.
He’d drink to take off the chill
till he’d had his chlorophyl.
He grew to the size of a shamhill – good grief!
Copyright March 18th 2013 ‘RGD
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AS MUSIC BEGINS TO FLOW
Reaching somewhere within
the inner depths of my heart,
to emotions so deeply ingrained
within every part of me,
dreams buried within
ignited with the strains
of music that I long to share
from the depths of the Celtic soul.
And as I travel with those melodies
within my Irish heart and soul,
I feel the heathered meadows
and the windswept
craggy shores,
the rough seas
and the crystal lakes,
as all of Ireland
speaks to me.
And as I pick up my fiddle
and rosin up my bow,
from somewhere deep inside
the music begins to flow.
And I begin to play
those Celtic melodies
so familiar from my past,
and feel the passion,
the depth,
the heart
of the music that I hear,
and I dance
and smile
and cry with each
Celtic note that speaks
so powerfully to my soul.
(c) barbara kausteklis 3-18-13
And my little limerick I just finally posted today over on the Friday Fling where the featured form was limericks (and I’m so very limerick-challenged) . . . .
A LIMERICK LIMERICK
There’s a really funny poet named Lear
whose limericks I do love to hear;
I can’t write them much
for I don’t have the touch,
so away from the rhyming I steer.
(c) barbara kausteklis
Thank you all for being here..So, grateful for each of you know
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Shamrock Blessings speak :love: :love: :love: