Roisin Dubh (black rose)

Greatr write Al. Beautiful even. A few grammatica errors as follows but good read! Born of emerald’s fire, with passion in his eye’s,(eyes) this champion we aspire, rallies hope unto the skies. Mystical, and magical, romantic, poet’s song, merciful, and radical, gentle soft, and strong. Lifts our heart’s with music beat,(hearts) shares moments for a while, warms us with his tender greet, embrace us with his smile. Who is this man of mystery of dark, and ruddy skin, who tell’s us all of history,(tells) and fable’s from within. We hear your words resounding in troubled times you sing, the memories still abounding, of rock your still the king. Your music live’s forever,(lives) And your word’s ring strong, and true, forget me not, never, were still in love with you. Respectfully, Rett: "God made an idiot for practice, then he made a school board." Mark Twain For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

The true form is actually Róisín Dubh, but I know Neopoet is sometimes a dog on its formatting. I see my buddy Rett has already mentioned the couple of grammatical snags. Still and all, a terrific write. ~Jess K. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Until that ‘morrow render unto me That which is mine my stipend well deserved The fairest flower of your progeny Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams The cruel consequence of your conceit" - Steve Earle

Rett and I.D. have already taken care of the grammatical stuff,so I am free to say that this is one of your better poems,without going into that. I can just say that I really liked this one. You have given your hero great homage! I will look up this Black Rose and read some about him. Good job Al! Gee.