“Every knot in the mystery I’d been trying to unravel was undone. I wanted Jack to be mine, and I wanted to be his.”
Source: The Shutout
“The same-sex is the insult of the beauty of the sex, and it is also the slur on it.”
“The same-sex is the physical, and moral corruption and crime. In point of fact, it also shows the collapse of one's character and the frame of mind.
Ehsan Sehgal”
“The same-sex is the insult of the beauty of the sex, and it is also the slur on the sex.”
“I shall ne'er chase rainbows again,
Knowing no pot o' gold awaits at the end.
My Irish treasure is not there.
For ye, my love, abide with me here.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“It’s simply this:
the Irish kiss,
a snog o’ bliss,
be blessed luck
from any miss.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“IRELAND
Spenserian Sonnet
abab, bcbc, cdcd, ee
What is it about the Kelly velvet hillsides and the hoary avocado sea,
The vertical cliffs where the Gulf Stream commences its southern bend,
Slashing like a sculptor gone mad or a rancorous God who’s angry,
Heaving galaxies of lichen shrouded stones for potato farmers to tend,
Where the Famine and the Troubles such haunting aspects lend,
Music and verse ring with such eloquence in their whimsical way,
Let all, who can hear, rejoice as singers’ intonations mend,
Gaelic souls from Sligo and Trinity Green to Cork and Dingle Bay,
Where fiddle, bodhran, tin whistle, and even God, indulge to play,
Ould sod to Beckett, Wilde and Yeats, Heaney and James Joyce,
In this verdant, welcoming land, ‘tis the poet who rules the day.
Where else can one hear a republic croon in so magnificent a voice?
Primal hearts of Celtic chieftains pulse, setting inspiration free,
In genial confines of chic caprice, we’re stirred by synchronicity.”
Source: Sonnets from New England: Love Songs
“February Soup by Stewart Stafford
The February fog,
Turns all into blobs,
Orange street lights,
To Valentine's Night.
When the wind strays,
Fog's mantle is grey,
Laying misty bouquets,
On barren, muddied days.
The daffodils of March,
Can cheer up Plutarch,
Adorned in Kelly green,
No sign of foggy screens.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
“When you make a wee wish
on a green four-leafed clover,
may your belly stay full
and your cup runneth over.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“On St. Patrick's Day, the traditional Irish family would rise early and find a solitary sprig of shamrock to put on their somber Sunday best. Then they'd spend the morning in church listening to sermons about how thankful they should be that St. Patrick saved such a bunch of ungrateful sinners. Nobody wore green clothing as it was considered an unlucky color not suitable for church.”
Source: F*ck You I'm Irish: Why We Irish Are Awesome