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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
Misty mornings with lacy fog fingers crawling up over the green Shiny wet cobbled roads lined with thatched houses Birdsong, the nicker of horses the distant sound of the train. Glowing round faces ruddy cheeked, twinkling eyes old men sat in pubs, smoking, as the wild Irish music begins to play, carried out from the town on sea breezes haunting, beckoning, toe tapping. What you once were, will you someday be again? I can see history rising up from the countryside as it passes the window of the train and I can hear the keening of those that died long ago. Emerald green, emerald isle a jewel indeed grabbed up by a greedy passion and sold to those loyal to a distant king the mists are the tears of those that died at their beckoning. The sea roils around you slowly cleansing the blood stained land but forgetting is not what you are about it’s the music that tells the tale and riles the blood of the young sad, sorrowful, stirring...never forget... them that came before you. May 29, 2000 |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
Nice poem.. Would you from the Isles be? or maybe your heritage? |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
I lived there for awhile and it's a part of my heritage. |
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twinsgd Member
since 2000-02-13
Posts 416Ontario,Canada |
Aaah and tis a good poem so it is Jana Tovey...and would you be trying to stir things up a wee bit? BTW nothing is as green as the Emerald Isle from the air....a beautiful sight so it is. Jack |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
jana..wonderful poem! i really enjoyed reading this one  "A Poet's life is on written page; a scenario to take the stage--watch..." dgvarner |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
Good poem. Haunting. |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
Thanks for all of your encouragement. I just found this place, so this was my first posting. I like it here...definitely has a pub atmosphere. I can almost smell the meat pies and taste the ale. To Jack: Just stirring the Irish Sea!! |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Excellent poem, I really enjoyed welcome to the pub. Check your mail for a special message [This message has been edited by Lost Dreamer (edited 05-30-2000).] |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
Thanks Lost Dreamer. I can't wait to send one of my own. |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
haunting and thought-provoking...really makes me thik and wonder about the Irish past...i'm sorry i can't appreciate this poem fully due to my ignorance of Irish history...but still i like this and am looking 4ward to reading more of your work  |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Irish music is so huanting and wonderful and thier ballads so lamenting,you've captured the beauty here well.It's a land of many contradictions but the music is the soul of Ireland for sure. Lovely Writing Jon |
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Dennis L. White Senior Member
since 2000-02-17
Posts 1463Michigan, U.S.A. |
Jana, Wonderful first post! Welcome to the Pub, pull up a chair and tell us more of the Emerald Isle. Dennis :^) Moonbeams radiate As the veiling cloud has past Playful shadows dance! D.L.White :^) |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
having the word Irish in the title of a poem is always the best way to catch my attention,Us Irish love to hear other people talk about us lol. I have to agree with the others it was a beautiful poem even if the tatched cottages and old men in the pub image made me cringe. Though I blame the Irish tourist board for that misinformation. I am just ranting now. a wonderful poem... Misty mornings with lacy fog fingers crawling up over the green Emerald green, emerald isle a jewel indeed grabbed up by a greedy passion and sold to those loyal to a distant king the mists are the tears of those that died at their beckoning. The sea roils around you slowly cleansing the blood stained land but forgetting is not what you are about it’s the music that tells the tale and riles the blood of the young sad, sorrowful, stirring...never forget... them that came before you. now these images are fantastic. I love the subtle references to Ireland's troubled pasted contrasting it with the scenery. wonderful. ------------------------ "Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Will you accuse me as I hide Behind these layers of disguise And the mirrors of my own happiness.I've loved the freedom of being inside Need a new start and a different time Something grows in the space between me And it's twisting and changing this fragile body" -Nicky Wire |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
I love your poetry!! The poems are all about my favorite subjects!! Stonehenge,Ireland,and Native Americans....history is a wonderful source of poetic inspiration!! You do SUCH a good job,i'm in love with your poems!!!! This one reminds me of a song by an irish group called capercaillie.....if i could find the name of the song i would tell you what it was.....but alas i can't seem to find it =P anyhow great poetry!! swamp faeryie And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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