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Hard Whiskey For The Way.

From dawn to Dublin
I have come.

Hard whiskey
for the way.

I hear the vessels
on Bantry Bay.

The baron miles
bring my wind blown back
and sun blazed eyes
to our mystic waters.


The brave,
with broken backs,
build the beaten path
from Cork to Blarney.

Tops of towers
kiss castle walls.

Tales of talk
pour from your heart
where once stood
silence.


Eloquently you spoke
from Jacobs pillow.

Voices came from you.

Telling of
what was,
and what
can be done,
with a bend
of a word,
for the better good.

From dawn to Dublin
I have come.

Hard whiskey
for the way.











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  • Rose Angel gold member
    1 day ago
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    A spirited lyrical call to the readers for the love of the Irish sentiments you express throughout this write.Another mosaic of your varied talents with your pen! I enjoyed the visit to Eire ...the song of a balladeer! Bravo dear LIam...


  • Beatles Girl
    October 3

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    What can be done with a bend of a word....
    you come up with the most amazing lines. like a master goldsmith setting jewels into a perfectly crafted pendant, you seem to know exactly where you want them, and when and how to place them to get the desired effect. Well crafted as always, dear.
    -K


  • Cannonsfire
    August 25

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    Had a little chuckle that someone said Dublin is a long way from Bantry, we toured ireland in a car from Belfast to Donegal to Galway, Limerick, Cork, Kildare and Dublin then back to Belfast in a week...nothing is that far away in Ireland. You took me back there for a moment and made me smile and want to sing the fields of Athenry once more C


  • white stone
    August 6

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    Your shameless pitch reminded me of the Outkast song "ghetto music". I think it's because I'm tired. I've gotten to where I know they're yours before I click them... the shameless poems.
    Anyway, the rhyme in this poem is gently rolling and natural with a well worded rhythm. The repetition was also effective.
    Excellent tale.
    I especially dug "with a bend of a word".

  • ecrivain01
    July 30

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    Obviously, I love it.

    Good job all the way round. It appears that your cheering section agrees with me there.

    Good luck with your writing in the future.


  • awitersheart
    July 15

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    Astonishing

    Amazing
    This is an amazing poem it blew me away you are a traffic write I can see each word unfold as I read it.

  • abu nuwas
    July 14

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    Some nice phrases..

    I've looked at the other critics, and find myself, once again, out of step. Of course some of the phrsing is telling, and I should have liked to haved for a more lucid piece. Bantry is a long way from Dublin, so I got bogged down rather early. And no, I do not know what it is about. If it is patriotism... well, isn't that the last refuge of the scoundrel? And at a time when immigrants are being driven out by thugs, it leaves a bad taste with me. Yet I rather liked it: I must not be swayed by ott comments.

  • excellent...you took me to the pubs of ireland with this poem where my heart does belong. makes me want a bottle of jamesons with a pint of guinness to chase it down

  • Ditto...

    I agree with what all Jin had to say. This is Powerful. Let it flow...
    Peace & hugs,
    xx Cyn xx

  • Irish Coffee...mmmmmm...quite the story you weave in this poetic tapestry dear. Enjoyed it ever so much...whispered prayers, love ~gypsy~

  • I hear Thin Lizzy type music playing in my head when i read this. Kudos L.P. on yet another.

  • Whether which way we pass from the dawn to the end, often we must find a solace to help us make it through another day. Keeping the wind at our backs and the sun before us we continue the struggle. Though wracked with pain we may be, physical and emotional, we continue the journey. I might shed a tear if only there were any left.
    Peace


  • JinSays gold member
    June 22

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    what blows me away about this write, is how easy you make it look. The understated emotional pull of the whiskey, the view of the world through it's amber fire.
    Voices came from you. . .
    wow, that's a superb line.
    Always a pleasure, my Irish poet.
    Thank you for the company.
    Love always,
    jin


  • love4poems
    June 20

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    i kind of agree with that other girl, that im not quite sure i understood everything in this. i do like it though, im glad a got a chance to read it.

  • this is like a home calling liam and its beautifull!!

  • this is a very nice poem,
    it gets you thinking!
    great job (:

  • very good rhythm throughout the entire write. thank you for sharing this with me, though i will let you keep the hard whiskey. l o l ! hope to read more from you in the very near future. viyanna rosemarie


  • Nickelspring gold member
    June 14

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    Ah, love the cadence in this, so very lovely!
    I really enjoyed this
    K


  • nymphetgal
    June 13

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    I especially like the part,Tales of talk
    pour from your heart
    where once there was
    silence.
    .Nice..


  • csmmoms2
    June 12

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    Liam
    You got me back on cobble stones again dear Irish where the whiskey is sweet and the night brings hard thoughts and ladies of your dreams.

    Go tell the Spartans, go tell Bobby Sands and crew what bravery is all about. The hardest battle isn't fought with guns... it's fought with the heart. Just ask the Nights in White Satin too. May God bless you and keep you. -c

  • Wonderful!! The opening lines are fabulous, and speak just as much of time as of destination. "From dawn to Dublin / I have come. / Hard whiskey / for the way"—you've created a marching lullaby, velvet with grass and shamrock wind. I love lines "what / can be done, / with a bend / of a word." Thank you for sharing the journey—I'll grab me shillelagh and walk with you any time.
    --Sarah--

  • To me the poem speaks of unconditional love for one's homeland. One is brave to work hard for it. Backs are wind blown and eyes are sunblazed but that aside the waters are mystic and appealing.

    The brave,
    with broken backs,
    build the beaten path
    from Cork to Blarney.

    Either way,
    ahh, the ol' Jug o' punch, haha.

    Síochán leat
    ~Mairéad~

  • I like this poem. "hard whiskey for the way." I like that line. keep it up.


  • flaed
    June 12
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    always so prettily woven. still dont know what your taling about. but its pretty


  • Lotus-Mama
    June 12

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    Beautiful, my friend....oh, how i have missed your work! I will make more time for it, because it lifts me so!

    "Tops of towers
    kiss castle walls.

    Tales of talk
    pour from your heart
    where once there was
    silence."

    This is magnificent....stunning....patriotic......romantic.......consuming...... Bravo, poet. You are amazing!



  • campanaro silver member
    June 12

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    Lowell, This is extraordinary!!

    Another wonderful and engaging beauty
    we are blessed with sharing:~)
    Thanks my friend this was lovely.
    Best
    Love Peace
    campanaro


  • Rhi
    June 12
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    :)

    yay!


  • Midnite-Rae
    June 12
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    yay for irish drinking poems!


  • Ms-Mouse
    June 12
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    Hic!


  • joyfuljossie
    June 12

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    this really has a great diddy to it!! hehe- Antopodi used the same word I see... there you have it, a diddy indeed

  • this is really good!!! I enjoyed it.


  • Antipodi
    June 12
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    Man a real wonderful singin Irish ditty dear poet ..pass me some Guiness ...

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