My Garden of Eden, in the south of town
A must for walkers, a joy all year round
With swans on the lake
Squirrels on the take
And bubbling water, such a pleasant sound
Marlay Park is in Rathfarnham, South Dublin
‘Marvellous’ Marlay Park
Look at that Caveman go (Is there life in bars?)
I know a man, who lived in a cave
A great place, held many a rave
The craic was mighty
No sign of a nightie
Locked in there, like a papal enclave
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The music was loud, the place was rocking
Pissed-off neighbours, got fed up knocking
‘Play that again, mate
Hey, it’s never too late
Oh my Lord, who owns that stocking?’
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This is a poem, I just had to write
About the one and only, trog-lo-dyte
With it cranked to eleven
‘YEAH, we’re in heaven’
He spun them discs, ‘til it was light!
Filed under Dublin
For A Friend
You’re strong and true, like a well-made peg
With all the fragrance, of the finest nutmeg
My present is small
Don’t let if fall
You deserve it and more, for being a good egg
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The Happy Couple
On this Good Friday, there’s been much kerfuffle
Jocy and Steve smiling, as they become a couple
I raise a cheer
For you, my dear
Open a bottle, let’s see a sparkling bubble
Filed under Dublin
Rainbow
It’s the magical sign, after all the rain
The perfect curve, chromatic champagne
It brings a smile
For a little while
Nature’s beauty, and colourful vervain
Filed under coronavirus, covid-19, Dublin, Ireland, poetry
Having a Laugh
Our burst of laughter, is long and loud
Heads are turning, in the nearby crowd
We wipe away tears
Forgetting our fears
Times are tough, but we won’t be cowed
A Walk in the Woods – 2
A walk in the woods, is something I treasure
For body and soul, my go-to pleasure
Pretty birdsong does call
Streams tumble and fall
Feeling better now, peace beyond measure
Filed under Dublin
A Walk In The Woods
A walk in the woods, is something I treasure
For body and soul, my go-to pleasure
Pretty birdsong does call
Streams tumble and fall
Feeling better now, peace beyond measure
Seashell on the Seashore
Seashell, seashell on the seashore
Just the one, I was looking for
The sand I clear
Now I can hear
The tumbling sea, and endless roar
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The White Lady
She stands steadfast, a classic trope
Shining snow white, a beacon of hope
Against sea and storm
As gusts ‘round her swarm
Facing whatever, she’ll always cope
Sculpture at Sandymount Strand, Dublin
