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Love Lines For St Valentine’s Day

With St. Valentine’s Day 2019 just 6 days away, let’s read a few romantic lines from Thurles poet Mr Tom Ryan

Love Lines For St. Valentine’s Day

Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

No more I seek sweet paradise
Or absolute truth and beauty rare;
I see my heaven in your eyes
And in the shining of your hair;
No more I seek in sonnet, song
Or music’s sweetest, deepest sound
That part of me so lost for long
Which in your being I have found.
No more I wander through the hours
Fearful, lonely, without cheer,
For you, oh fairest of the flowers,
Are here my love, sweet love, are here.
My every sense now wildly soars
To joy beyond this transient earth,
Sweet scented life, oh beauteous bower,
Oh, bright and light my happy heart.
I wish and you are always there
My light, my courage and my soul,
You are enchantment everywhere
You bless, embolden and enthral.
And so not death nor worldliness
Shall keep us two, now one, apart;
Oh, magical our happiness,
Eternal our united heart.

END

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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Tom Ryan – “In A Storm Steadfast”

In A Storm Steadfast.

Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

There’s a house by the sea in my summers
Low the shoreline hugging and the rocks,
And one wild night in a storm I wondered
If the waves that lashed the rooftop then
Would engulf my friend therein.
Next day in his quiet and laughter,
Pipe in hand and glad happy
As the day is long,
He told salt tales of the battering waves
That lashed him all the years.
“Hit bad storms in Eighty Nine,
But little it mattered ever or then,
My mind it knows its peace,
And I sleep
Undisturbed by the wrath of the universe.”

END

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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A Wish At Christmas

A Wish At Christmas

Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

The crib at Christmas, the colourful tree,
The cards, the presents, decorations.
And from this silent sitting-room
Far away in bed and wonderland
I hear the young and happy voices
Calling to the magic of that young time.
I hear the rush of bare and tiny feet
Through the carpeted kitchen to the room
By Santa lately visited.
I see the children and their mother there,
An eternal tableaux in the toys,
Children in their holly heaven
Of awe and brightest innocence.
And through a not unhappy tear
I wish and wish a while
In warmth and Christmas wonder,
The miracle of the moment now to linger,
Transcending all beneath the Christmas Star,
And in my holly heart I wish
I wish, oh wish to holly heaven
That I could be Santa forever.

END

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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Christmas Memories

Christmas Memories

Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

I guess it’s a time to remember,
As the snow falls down to earth
Over this great world in December,
With its sadness and its mirth.
The holly branch of memory
Adorning another time,
The toasts of happy yesteryears
Now making my life sublime.
The flames from a turf fire burning
Above an open hearth,
The old songs give me yearning
For a younger time on earth.
The father went down to the turning
Which had a corner store
With toys and cakes and everything,
Aye and something strong for sure.
For Lord ‘twas only the Divil
And we all waiting there,
For him to be home for the supper
Out of the cold frosty air.
My letter to Santa was written
I asked for tracks and a train,
And hoped I’d not be forgotten
When Rudolf and ‘Santy’ came.
And after an early supper
‘Twas off to bed in glee,
There’d be no sleep on Christmas Eve
Till Santa Clause I’d see.
But somehow, something peculiar,
For many a year and oft,
I always slipped into slumber
And sight of that man I lost.
My sock was on a bed railing
Waiting for the dawn,
I awoke to the crackle of bacon
And church bells praising the morn.
And how I tore at that stocking
That was stitched up bewilderingly
And I got a kick and a shock
When Santa answered my plea.
How happy was everyone then,
A lifetime from today,
But in perfect harmony
Are the joys of that morn and today.
We are in a way our memories
They’re the greatest gift of all.
As the fire burns bright in the hearth
And the snowflakes softly fall.
And as I gaze at the children
Assembled in awe by the fire,
I’m as young as ever then,
Though given a bit to tire.
For Christmas has never been old,
No matter what the year,
So, a toast in good warm whiskey
With a laugh and a little tear.
Toast those before and are with us
And those to come and all,
And joy of a child at Christmas
Be with you one and all.
As the Yuletide logs are burning,
And the snowflakes gently fall,
The world is surely a quare ould place
But don’t we love it all.

End

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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The Session

The Session.

Courtesy Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

Come, let us life now celebrate
In the frosty night and cold,
In warm companionship, craic and ceol,
As the flames of the glowing turf fire
Wildly dance,
Dance with the spirits of our fathers
In the songs of old.

Come now to the night’s romance
And the secrets of the songs.
Come nimble-fingered accordionist, bodhranist, guitar,
Spoons, ballad-maker, fiddler, organ beil,
Waltzers, set dancers together,
All in tune with their dreaming,
Each with his separate star.

END

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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