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Best Poems From
JOSEPH ENRIGHT
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youth
In the stillness of the night
I lie and think of days gone by,
Of carefree youth and games we played
Mountains climbed and seas we sailed,
In cowboy games we rode the range,
Distressed damsels we did save
Raging rapids we survived,
Conquered blazing forest fires
Paper chase and rounders played
Football goals always saved.
The days of youth quickly pass
Cruel world we face at last
Working days, come and go
Tempus fugit...theres the blow.
As the years they unfold
Watching friends growing old
Many more they have died
We pray theyre at Gods side
Now in my death bed I do lie
I pray my angel is nearby
To whisper gently in my ear
To help me througt my final fear.....
Joseph Enright
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Meadows
Meadows bedecked with white necklaced daisies,
Yellow faces to the sun,
Cheery flowers everyone.
Consider the buttercup yellow,
A quiet demure little fellow.
Never grown from gardeners seed,
Considered by many...just a weed
Fairy thimble....thistle too
a multitude of beautiful hues,
Hawthorn with its flowers of white
A beautiful wondourous sight.
The shy cowslip is also seen
Hanging its head through leaves of green,
Headlanda dotted with primrose pale,
Summer days are here again.
Joseph Enright
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A Nonsence
Is the moon lazy when it lies on its back?
Was it the zebra who designed the piano,
White and black?
Is the elephant the wrong way round?
Small tail behind, large trunk in front, down to the ground
Why do monkeys hang by their tails?
Perhaps in the night at the moon they do gaze?
Does a tree cry whrnit falls to the ground?
How many pennies in an old pound?
Why do wolves howl at the moon?
Who in the rhyme ran away with the spoon?
Why does milk white into butter turn yellow?
When did Brendan write The Quare Fellow?
When Alexander discovered the phone
Whom did he call at home, all alone?
How many angels can sit on a pin?
Why was Oscar in jail locked in?
Why do pigs live in a sty?
Have you ever seen a pig in your eye?
When Wibur his plane he did fly,
Did he perhaps, touch the sky?
With the discovery of combustion internal,
Henry designed a machine, infernal.
A visit to the doctor with piles, so terrible,
A cure, perhaps, sometimes, herbal?
Joseph Enright
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A Limerick
There was a young man from Warsaw
Who viewed life full of awe
His wife was a harpie,
One day she got narkie
And cut off his head with a saw.,
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Mary had a little lamb
A lobster and some prunes,
A glass of wine, apiece of pie
A plate of mushrooms
She gobbled down a sponge cake
And what else we dont know
but when they carried Mary out
Her face was white as snow
Joseph Enright
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