Light Hearted Rhyme's & Poem's
Boru
As the warrior's waited with shield and sword, the Lion King was ready as he roared.
Marching into battle at a steady stride, protecting Ireland with great pride.
After all was done, the battle of Clontarf was won, by King Brian, known as the lion.
He lay his life down for a great cause, for us his sons, will never hear the lion's roars.
As the Lion King held his head up high, he saw the three lions ruling the sky.
Shane O'Brien (Wickford) England
BORN WITH NO SILVER SPOON
From the day to the night to the afternoon, I was not born with a silver spoon.
again and again, life can be unfair, money or not i don't care.
From the day to the night to the afternoon, do i need that silver spoon ?
Who needs wealth when you have family, i select what i do randomly.
From the day to the night to the afternoon, come on come on what silver spoon.
Shane O'Brien (Wickford) England
The Feeling
In a world that changes, it's amazing how one person can make an Impact on you stopping you in your tracts. And as the world leaves you behind, you wonder how one single person can Impact you, leaving you speechless and teaching you a sense you never thought possible.
The sense I talk of is love, how can you defy love? it having no definition.
Love is a person, a moment, a place and a indescribable feeling. I wish someone would have warned me of it's excitements and dangers. Before I fell into it's vice like grip. But I guess love is everywhere and until you experience it you never really respect it. I've learnt my lesson and so will many other unfortunate souls, I guess the point is clear you can't avoid it so embrace it, but be aware of it's abilities as life unfolds.
Ironic really, because just as I think I understand it everything changes, again and again.
Shane O'Brien (Wickford) England
Kincora
Oh, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great?
And where is the beauty that once was thine?
Oh, where are the princes and nobles that sate
At the feast in thy halls,and drank the red wine?
Where, oh, Kincora?
Oh, where, Kincora! are thy valorous lords?
Oh, whither, thou Hospital! are they gone?
Oh, where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords ?
And where are the warriors Brian led on?
Where, oh, Kincora?
And where is Murrough, the descendant of kings,
The defeater of a hundred, the daringly brave
Who set but slight store by jewels and rings.
Who set but slight store by jewels and rings.
Who swam down the torrent and laughed at it's wave?
Where, oh, Kincora?
And where is Donogh, King Brian's worthy son?
And where is Conaing the beautiful Chief?
And kian, and Corc? Alas! they are gone.
They have left me this night alone with my grief,
Left me, Kincora
And where are the chiefs with whom Brian went forth,
The ne'er vanquished sons of Erin the Brave,
The great King of Onaght, renowned for it's worth,
And the hosts of Baskinn, from the western wave,
Where, Oh, Kincora?