About the Irish

• Artist: Demon God Azazel
• Description: I have this poem that hangs above my bed, it means alot to me considering it was given to me by a family member... One a barely ever see. Please leave comments if you wish, vote fairly.
• Date: 12/29/2008
• Tags: about irish

What shall I say about the Irish.
The utterly impractical, never predictable Irish.
Strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit,
and stubborn refusal to bow to defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight -
Yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up in tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest to banish your fears.
And there's no middle ground on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle, he's good and he's bad,
He's proud and he's humble, he's happy and sad,
He's in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies.
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod.
But mostly he's Irish - in love with his God.

Comments

[hikuninza]

I really like it. I'd only say the last sentence seemed a little random, just the bit about God. It's not bad, but mostly the whole poem was about the personality of an Irish man, so that part in particular threw me. Otherwise, great poem. 5/5

[-menTal worDs-]

i loved that poem. a true poet, me lad. hehehe im irish, too. smile 5/5 but id give you a ten.

[wildflower2828]

i like this poem! i think it really descibes the irish! and i know that cause i am irish! and proud to be! 5/5

[Satain Roses]

I remember seeing that during my visit. I liked it... So, 5/5.