Kailashana

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Blessed Be ~ A Patrick Poem

once upon a time
there was a six-foot tall Leprechaun,
green with envy

he would ride wild donkeys and miniature horses
(so adorable when they whinny and shake their manes)
into the fabled sunset;
like a peacock, he fanned his feathers
often ruffled them out, strutting his stuff about
he looked into the house of mirrors, ducks quacked
and farted, smelled of corned beef and cabbage
chickens scratched a few poetic lines,
dwarf Nubian goats
gloated at the end of the day

Faith and Begorrah!
He saw himself
an artful dodger,
a vagabond thief
stealing another’s thesaurus,
claiming no revisions

he entered into a battle
with the pot calling the kettle black
and thus it was that the luck of the
Irish
was lost.

And thus I wrote a Patrick poem (he was no saint!)

— Kailashana, Mar 15, 2010

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Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Mum

As soon as I read the line the pot calling the kettle black my nana popped into my head .. she was a fiesty lady my nana and when she used those words it always meant business Great poem when is St Patricks day btw lol ;) love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x x

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

It’s the day before my

It's the day before my x's birthday... March 17. Here's to a little mist, a little green, a little luck, a little poetic revision. Love, Mum A Tale Retold http://www.neopoet.com/node/11592 Once upon a time there was a town, this town was just like the one in which you live, except instead of people, pots and kettles of all sorts and shapes carry on the business of being kettles and pots. No one knows which came first, the pots or the kettles, suffice it to say they each arrived just about the same time to lay claim to the land of kettles and pots. Dare I say there is always trouble brewing just below the surface… and the land of pots and kettles was no exception in this matter, and thus it was passed down to generations of pots the business of calling the kettle black. "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

Have you gone mad?

The approach of St Patricks day is no cover for what this really is. Poems personally attacking other poets are just wrong and I never thought to see you do it. Bitterly disappointed and I urge everyone to ignore this. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Come on, Jess! Have you

Come on, Jess! Have you lost your sense of humour, Jess? I'm sure others haven't. Including those who you might think might take offense. If I'm wrong I'll take it down, K? And quit looking so mad! ~A As a side note: I am not here to fulfill anyone's expectations of who I should be. I'm here to be myself, as a human...being...being a poet, and the 1001 and one variations on Anna's theme. The expectations are yours' to lose, yours' to gain. "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

Ink Dragon

16 years 2 months ago

I have to second Jess here, Anna,

you of all people should know that. Yours, ~Nina

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Nina, just finishing up,

Nina, just finishing up, here. My time is nearly over. My presence will always break down walls, facades. Let folks glimpse beyond self-imposed mediocrity..... The end result is not fight or flight, it's growth or stagnation. ~A "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Twelve months since I

Twelve months since I started at Neopoet today and thats probably the saddest thing ive heard here you can never know what you have given to me and others here ... your truely going to be missed with a passion, no other light can fill love you Mum (hugs) :( Jaughter

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

really anna

my mind began to boggle at the thought of a six-foot leprechaun riding a minature pony. all else is lost judy

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Roflmao. I love you Judy,

Roflmao. I love you Judy, you know that? I'm glad you can see the humour. Strangely, in my observation of humans for the last 6 decades, I have noticed that those who have *lost* the most are the ones who have ever-replenishing reserves of humour. Thank you Jesus, Krishna, Buddha and Muhammad, Mother Earth, Moon, Stars & Sun! Hugs, Anna "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

jetz

16 years 2 months ago

Patrick directed his poems

Patrick directed his poems and comments to poetry style and/or beliefs regarding what poetry should be. In that respect, we all differ, and I for one am glad. The fact that I agree with him has nothing to do with what I am about to say. In writing what you call a Patrick poem, you saw fit to make fun of the life he has chosen to live. NOT his poetry. Not his opinion regarding yours. No...his personal life and beliefs. Seems you studied his profile well. I won't even go into what that tells me !! Your reference to his farm and animals in itself seemed tacky....The "blessed be" was way over the line. I'm not new here. I see the following you have. I may not agree with much of it, but, I had a respect for you bacause of the respect others feel toward you. Take note, I said HAD. I thought you had a little class. I had no idea just how little. This piece proves it all. Sue

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

You are entitled to your

You are entitled to your opinion. And so be it... I am now *classless* (though not necessarily clueless). Thank god. I don't have that one to *live up to*. Aside from that.... as I tried to tell your beloved.... there's INTENT and then there's REACTION. My intent had NOTHING to do with YOUR REACTION. I maintain a sense of humour and can tell the difference between viciousness, propriety-building and poetry. It could have ALL been ELIMINATED had he answered Barry's pm. He chose not to. Blessed Be. And that says it all. ~A And for your edification, Jetz, I would love to live his lifestyle. Absolutely adore animals. They have no hidden agendas. "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Alas none of us are saints

Alas none of us are saints and I had to agree with Judy. Once I read of the six-foot leprechaun riding a miniture pony I couldn't help but laugh at that image. Rosina xena465

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

You love the Sancho Panza-like mules.

Ann of Norway A horse with a leek for a tail! Or am I mixed up with the Welsh? Now I shall be used in the Shamrock soup! A wobbly horse he was but one with a kick! Your sister Ann.

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Thank you, my sister and

Thank you, my sister and namesake. There's at least two ways of seeing anything. With tongue in cheek sense of humour, being unafraid of breaking down walls, or like a whimpering dog with his/her tail between her legs, running away because one falls short of one's own expectations. Choices. Choices. I live up to my expectations, not anyone else's. (however, I can never figure out if it's 's or s'.) And you are ever-so-right, Annie. Self-forgiveness is tantamount to kindness. ~A "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables