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Celtic Poetry

Although it is realised that the norm is to post a poet and the poem in block by poets. In the case in this site the poetry form will take alphabetical precedence and then alphabetically by poem.
The two cultures will also be divided alphabetically. The main site for information will always be The Poets Garret.
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Irish Poetry Forms

Casbairdne

Making Up

Rannaicheacht Bheag

Mute Swan



Casbairdne

Making Up



The word sorry mediates
a ray of hope desecrates
an angry tear conjugates
ensuing love radiates.

Forgiving words recompense
the coming of confidence
the inner strength breathes intense
to free us to love's suspense.

Whispering love's collusion
the truth's welcome intrusion
when anger left confusion
'I love you' our solution.

Jem Farmer

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Rannaicheacht Bheag

Making Up

Dreaming is lost in forest clearing,
when night fades to morning,
in cream filled pools of blackened feeling,
reveal thoughts of dreaming.

Battle emotion still I'm losing,
the heart's blues are shrilling,
the rats of a diseased mind gnawing
withdrawn from the battle.

Confused beyond reason I am dying,
no goodbye in running,
mute swan has no voice in loving
all my life lies confused.

Jem Farmer

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Welsh Poetry Forms

Byr a thoddaid

Changes
Elf of the Wand

Clogyrnach

Hands Across the Sky

Cyhydedd Fer

Blue Sunshine

Cyhydedd Hir

Thunderstorms

Cyhydedd naw ban

Gardening

Cyrch a Chwata

Expecting

Gwawdodyn hir

Cup of Memories

Englyn Milwr

Nightingale
Shelley



Byr a thoddaid

Changes



In flow of seasons, bare to bloom,
I witness trees change from my room;
on rough and bony wood appear small buds,
through mud green fingers peer.

As April's sun embraces all,
forgotten is last year's cold fall.
Winter fades, to just a shadow on stage,
blood's rage is rampant, grows.

In search for mates, both man and beast exceed-
feeding's sweet at love's feast.
New life appears in nests and soil
as changing seasons now uncoil.

Among thick-leafed green crowns, birds sing
spring songs in park and town.
With fevered pace warm summer ends;
in autumn's stillness life transcends.

Leny Roovers

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Where Did She Go



The wizard with the ring of fire,
a ring of power they call Narya,
Gandalf's warm of spirit charms, so say I,
no pride as we take arms.

Amid the Hobbit thereupon
he was sure to defeat Sauron
'The Wisest' claimed Elf Cirdan, so say I,
with pride to ye my clan.

Elf of the Wand, Gandalf the Grey,
the last of Istari, it's they
the Quenya who command, and so say I,
he'll die at their demand.

Woe not friend! For Gandalf the White,
will stand beside our clan to fight
the evil hordes these dark days, so say I,
war's cry to victors' ways.

Jem Farmer

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Clogyrnach



Hands Across the Sky

My heart whispers love to the breeze,
and pray it's carried over the seas
to one I adore,
soulful dreams implore,
to once more feel love's ease.

A kiss beneath sun's golden ray,
filled with desire for you today,
one tender moment,
caught in sweet torment,
passion sent ev'ryday.

If fingers reach across sky-blue,
can they touch your hand and feel true?
A simple request,
for my heart's possessed,
it's no jest, I love you!

Jem Farmer

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Cyhydedd Fer



Blue Sunshine

In these shrouded crypts where we lay,
we wait in peace the end of day.

As blue skies turn to vibrant dusk,
inhale the sweet essence of musk.

Her bony fingers tickle me,
rattling my ribs upon her knee.

A deathly touch of late romance,
as skeletons begin their dance.

Amid the remains who gave up lust,
we have our fun but they are dust.

The eyeless gaze from on my knees,
as through the graveyard waltzes breeze

no shadows in a toothless kiss,
she gave me life in vampire's bliss.

Love's tango over ghostly stone
rampant spirits we softly moan.

Two ghastly figures chase delight
before the dawn brings the end of night.

Return to lay in endless sleep
as blue sunshine does gently weep.

Jem Farmer

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Cyhydedd Hir



Thunderstorm

As sharp thunder grows,
dark skies bring light shows;
in torrents rain flows,
flooding black streets.
What just was a road,
can't swallow this load;
too much is bestowed,
hail falls in sheets.

My trees sigh and grunt,
their leaves numb and blunt.
Above, lightning hunts-
attacks, retreats.
I watch from inside
how cloud-ships collide
till forces subside.
Night show's complete.

Leny Roovers

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Cyhydedd naw ban



Gardening

In early summer's passionate arms,
my garden shows her luscious charms;
trees bearing blooms, bow low- sigh alarms.
Thousands of leaves are moved by wind's breath,
as blossoms are blown, disperse in death.
Wherever I look, green's profusion
hides the shyness of spring's allusion-
shooting weeds become an intrusion.
I'm trying in vain to keep ahead,
my work's cut out, till summer has fled.

Leny Roovers

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Cyrch a Chwata



Expecting

Orange-red, its tiny breast
puffing out a fluffy chest,
my robin searches with zest
for small sprigs to build its nest.
In spring, after winter's rest,
warm, lengthening days are best.
Parents to be before long,
birds sing their song- nests are dressed.

Leny Roovers

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Gwawdodyn hir

Cup of Memories

The old brown pot is full of hot tea,
the table on the lawn is set for three,
scones and cake come out of the pantry,
afternoon tea with gran sat by me
a pot of recall stirs deep in my heart,
when I steep a cup of memory.

Jem Farmer

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Englyn Milwr

Nightingale

A nightingale sings in the tree
with words of sweet poetry
she caught the heart within me

Jem Farmer

Shelley

Tragedy surrounds his pen
lost in his world once again
where his words create my Zen.

Jem Farmer

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