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Take Five – a Limerick

Just five lines, but it can say a lot

On the money, hitting the spot

Be it light or pithy

The wee rhyming ditty

Always ends quickly, ‘coz it’s all I’ve got

Take That!

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Oh, to a Night In Jail

With Chapman’s Homer done, I got ready to sail

Athens was fun, of much cheap wine I did avail

In the bar a scuffle

What crazy kerfuffle

I’d run out of mon(ey), so spent a Night in Jail

Acropolis

Dedicated to John Keats, poet (31 Oct 1795 – 23 Feb 1821)

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St Stephen’s Green – Heart of the City

St Stephen’s Green, is the heart

Of Dublin City, much history and DART

How splendid its call

To one and all

In the sunshine, it looks so smart

 

Where Ardilaun, Rossa and Joyce reside

Best not to rush, your time to bide

Full of colourful flowers

In quiet, shady bowers

Our Garden of Eden, and place to hide

 

Sunbeams dancing, upon the lake

A gardener busy, with his rake

Birds squawk to be fed

Throw them some bread

A moment passes, much joy to take

 

Don Cameron 2020

 

Me, me...over here!

Me, me…over here!

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The Bloomsday Boy

Ulysses, James Joyce’s most famous work, is set on June 16th and has become known as Bloomsday. It is celebrated with great gusto and reverence all over the world, and this ‘Limerick for Jimmy’ is my contribution.

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Looking for a book, with plenty of choice

Try Ulysses, there’s many a device

With Sweny’s for soap

Davy Byrnes’s for hope

Don’t hesitate to open, this one by Joyce

'Sweet lemony wax.'

‘Sweet lemony wax.’

His words are distinctive, an original voice

Always clever, but not always nice

Be it Molly or Bloom

Her uncertain groom

They get your attention, so planned Joyce

Sweny Chemist, Lincoln Place, Dublin

Sweny Chemist, Lincoln Place, Dublin

Dublin the city, his literary paradise

Source of ideas, and wordy precise

Throwaway or Dignam

He could certainly pick ‘em

Oh, what a man, was our Jimmy Joyce

 

Don Cameron 2020

 

The Bloomsady Boy in St Stephen's Green, Dublin

The Bloomsady Boy in St Stephen’s Green, Dublin

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 60

A little piece, written in strange times. My daily limericks were written in response to Covid-19, the restrictions put in place and their effect on everyday life. Now, as the restrictions have  been relaxed I feel today’s poem will be the last in the series. Many thanks to all of you  who have read them and offered such warm encouragement, something for which I will be forever grateful. Stay Safe!


Music, lovely music has been a friend
In these strange days, without an end
Listen and ponder
Of what lies yonder
Better times with, no need to pretend

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Limerick – what’s it all about?

It’s only five lines, no words to waste
So let’s begin, as we must make haste
The idea to rhyme
Time after time
The rhythm is good, a limerick’s fine taste

Don Cameron 2020

 

Food for thought...

Food for thought…

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 59

A little piece, written in strange times


‘TV is nothing, there’s no sport to see’
Said a friend isolating, unhappy to be
No ‘Match of the Day’
No decisions to sway
Reopening a blessing, for him and me

Don Cameron 2020

Front row seat....

Front row seat….

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 58

A little piece, written in strange times


Mowers, strimmers, in the gardens abuzz
A change from the silence, it certainly does
No haircut since Lent
Its state I repent
Must get my barber, to deal with this fuzz

Don Cameron 2020

Out of control...

Out of control…

 

 

 

 

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 57

A little piece, written in strange times


A gentle breeze, blew in from the sea
Its cool air tangy, filling with glee
A coffee is fine
Just like old time
B’fore a big ice cream, was handed to me

Don Cameron 2020

Now, that's a big ice cream

Now, that’s a big ice cream

 

 

 

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 9

A little piece, written in strange times


Call them heroes, and nothing less
Are doing great work, we confess
Righteous they foil
Each day they toil
Resulting daily, in needy progress

Don Cameron 2020

A little colour..

A little colour..

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Limerick-a-Day: No.3

A little piece, written in strange times

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No walks in the park, or on the strand
The joys of life, now sadly banned
They’ll come a new
For me and you
And that day will be, ‘Oh so grand’.

 

Don Cameron 2020

Tread gently...

Tread gently…

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