Ireland’s Shore Posted on March 9, 2024May 25, 2024 by jennptreinen@gmail.com Giant’s Causeway It froze me half to deathI spent a week In Galway town Just to heal up my chestMy mother’s got Sligo blood But I am Doolin’s guestWaste my mind Waste my timeTil there’s nothing really leftBut I can always take one morewashed up on Ireland’s shoreThe only thing I’m every needing more Is Ireland’s shoreThe Guinness glassesBring whole-hearted laughsI embellish Story-telling for a Gaelic lassUntil that foot stomps And the whiskey bottle’s passedStrike the drum Pull the bowAnd reach out for her handCause I can always take one moreWashed up on Ireland’s shore The only thing I ever need more Is Ireland’s shoreThe rain rises high on cliffs of greenI look towards my homefar across the seaFrom the place where I hide What’s left in my mind The place Where my blood was left behindNow the time has come For things I can’t ignoreSo I wave goodbye to the Irish skies From the Cliffs of MoherAnd I drive through the Burren To old Shannon’s portBut i turn away when they say Last call for New YorkCause I can always take one moreWashed up on Ireland’s shore The only thing I ever need more Is Ireland’s shore
War Poems Posted on March 9, 2024July 12, 2024 by jennptreinen@gmail.com These perfume lettersForget I neverMy tears are wetter After the rain comes downI get them from you After the bombs blew Shellshocked through Echoes bounce and I drown A broken-hearted soldier Running so low I keep on terrifying myself As I read your war poems Yeah I read your war poems But I’m not a poet I am only at warI was desperate Over the parapet see the mounds of itAll that has been given up Bullets repeatingMy country is bleedingStill your love Somehow keeps welling upFor a broken-hearted soldier Running so low I keep on terrifying myselfI read your war poems I read your war poems But I’m not a poet I am only at war I read your war poems I read your war poems I’m not a poet I am only at warI read your war poems I read your war poemsBut I’m not a poetI am only at war