Here we go...
The first one I posted in ON around when I was new... ..
'ERIN SHORE
By the light of the moon she began her Search,
A quest for a land of green, faeries and sea.
When the Roman legionaries came to her Village, she asked the Druid where to Escape, to be;
The Druid he told her of a shore of green, Faeries and sea.
A place where Romans dare not tread
Upon for fear of destroying such a haven of
Which many have not read.
The child was now older than what
She was ago after several years,
Now a woman who wishes to lie
In this shore, to dream and put aside her fears.
Hair that was a warm brown had fade
To a trembling grey as were her eyes
Once a glorious jade.
But what of the Romans, whom she
Had originally meant to flee?
End thine quest, they had chosen
To leave for their empire, oh-
Stop the quest for a shore
Of green, faeries and sea!
At last after decades for her haven,
She gave a breath of sigh
And silently wept as she had found
Upon the rocks for her to be:
A shore of grass green, watchful faeries and salt sea.'
Read it before? Here's another one...
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'PADDY McCARTHY
I’m all ready, I’ve got my kit on
Going to a party with all my mates.
Paddy...[i/]my mum says.
I’ll be going to a party then down to the pub with my mates.
Paddy...[i/]my mum says...
Don’t be late...
Paddy...don’t come home late...
Be home just before eight...Paddy...[i/]
Going to a party, I’ve already got my kit on
Nothing’s gonna stop me, so put the music on.
Going then to the pub to have a drink.
Don’t drive by yourself Paddy-[i/]
Tch! That’s what she thinks!
I’ll be fine Mum, I have to go now ‘coz it’s time
What will I have with my drink? Maybe lemon and lime.
Always worried, always hurried
Well, haste makes waste.
And this is one moment I don’t want to waste.
To my parents dancing is just some nonsense
Of moving your body in different ways left for others to comment.
It’s the feel of the fun and the person you dance with
It’s silly but that person may be the one.
I’ll be fine, you’ll see after I’ve done this almost all the time.
No I won’t be late, yes I’ll come home just before eight
Why do you worry? Gotta leave now, I’m in a hurry
Don’t pat my head, you’ll mess up my hair
I can hear my little sister complaining “Why can’t I go? It’s not fair!”
Glad to out of the house, I feel the sensation coming
Like a new state of mind going
BLISS. Serenity. BLISS. Serenity. BLISS. Serenity.
The beat has my brain humming.
Paddy... don’t be late...
Paddy... I just want you safely here before eight...
Can you hear me talking to you?
Paddy... ...when I’m gone, what will you do?...
Paddy?... Paddy... ...? Paddy... ... ...[i/]
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Written for those who like to go out. Well, I don’t go to pubs though; I’m more of an innie person than an outtie person = P Corrs-inspired. I just go with the image it gives me And anyroad the parents’ comments on dancing is very similar to my own comment on dancing >