Poetry

Leprechauns: Facts About the Irish Trickster Fairy
https://www.livescience.com/37626-leprechauns.html

Other researchers say that the word leprechaun may be derived from the Irish leath bhrogan, meaning shoemaker. Indeed, though leprechauns are often associated with riches and gold, in folklore their main vocation is anything but glamorous: they are humble cobblers, or shoemakers. Shoemaking is apparently a lucrative business in the fairy world, since each leprechaun is said to have his own pot of gold, which can often be found at the end of a rainbow.

Comment:
This is not a poem but I thought I would include it here.

You may post as many poems here as often as you like.

In ancient times
Across the land
Savage enzymes
Grew out of hand
Creating Republican
Men and gals
With rubber brains
And heavy jowls
Stamping in fundamental
Stamping out fun
Stalling time incremental
At the point of a gun
Building chromium towers
Upon cesspool lakes
Burning freedom's flowers
If that's what it takes

EB

I love that Edgar

Great style and truth.

Interesting subject matter.

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” ― Sylvia Plath

Revenge is the lowest form of flattery... TC

~~~~~Last Night's Goodnight~~~~~
I know that you know that I love you.
But I know that you don't know how much.

If there should ever come a day when I must leave your heart, know that I will scream and cry, knowing we must part. It's been so sweet and warm in here, I couldn't bear to leave. And know right now I shed a tear, and know you can believe, there's nowhere else I'd rather be, in Heaven or on Earth. There's nowhere else for me to go. Take this for what it's worth. If I should leave your heart behind, you'll know throughout the years, that though I had to leave your heart, I left it filled with tears.

SUNSET

eighty years toward my sunset
I’ve trudged this dusty track
Eighty years of blood and tears and sweat
With no way of getting back
Cos I’ve got to keep on moving
Towards that setting sun
And the hills ahead are proving
There’s still heaps more to be done.

Up ahead it’s much too dark to see
What’s hidden on life’s track
Yet the things I’ve left behind me
Seem so clear when looking back
I’ve done things that filled my heart with joy
And things that caused me pain
Along the track, I’ve sired a girl and boy
And I’d do it all again.

A woman walks here by my side
We’ve been together all these years
At fourteen she swore she’d be my bride
And share my joys and tears
She lit the pathways that I’ve trod
In a world so dark and deep
And if there’s one thing that I’d ask my God
This angel woman, let me keep.

For she will lay me down to rest
Where the sweetest blossoms fall
And I know, beyond this sunset
Someday I’ll hear her call
Then once again I’ll stand here by her side
When that new day has begun
And hand and hand I’ll wander with my bride
Toward another setting sun.

The Anointed.

To My Daughter.

Don't you dance to the tune the world is playing
Don't you march to the rhythm of their drum
Your pathway through life has been determined
And set before you is the race that you must run.

There are many who are called, but few are chosen
He chooses only from the cream of the crop
And though many may fall along the wayside
You my child will endure and reach the top.

Just to see you standing high upon His mountain
With the crown of his glory on your head
And to know, that I played a small part in it
Before I travel through the valley of the dead.

So goodbye my child, I travel on forever
On the stream of time that flows toward the end
But I know some day we'll all be back together
In the oneness of our Saviour, Lord and friend...... The Anointed.

I’ve always lived the life before me
Never strove for fame or glory
I’ve let many of life’s chances pass me by
They were all there for the taking
But nothing in my life was lacking
Was I wrong to live that life and if so, Why?
The path of life I choose to follow
May be long and straight and narrow
And there’s times that I might have strayed a bit
But the love of she who bore my children
By who my sins have been forgiven
Is the one who always draws me back to it.
So let others climb the stairway
To the heights of fame and wealth
I’m content to simply be the one I am
To grow old with my companion
And share the dreams of all our children
Til we return to where the world and all began……. The Anointed.