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Deeper Shades of Green, What I mean . . .
A chapter in the book Lamentations of a Lost Laddy
Irish Limerick suite: Epilogue
by Badger_29
| Background This sixth chapter is an explanation to a biographical limerick suite which I posted on St. Patrick's Day, March 17th, 2017 |
I chose my Irish coat of arms for the image. This part of my heritage goes back to a great grandmother on my father's side. The O' Conners, a proud black Irish race.
The term 'Black Irish' has commonly been in circulation among Irish emigrants and their descendants for centuries. As a subject of historical discussion the subject is almost never referred to in Ireland. There are a number of different claims as to the origin of the term, none of which are possible to prove or disprove. Black Irish' is often a description of people of Irish origin who had dark features, black hair, dark complexion and eyes. Source:
http://www.ireland-information.com/articles/blackirish.htm
In reference to my post on St. Patrick's Day, titled
"Irish", a limerick suite:
Out of seventy-seven reviews, sixty-eight are five, and nine are six! I can not begin to tell you how truly grateful I am. This fills me with a wonderful sense of accomplishment, comradery, and a sense of belonging to this extended family. I am simply amazed at the outpouring of wonderful feedback which I have received here!
After the wonderful responses to my two previous epilogues, for "Shades of Grey", and "Tre` Realites' ", I have decided to explain this one, and include some of the very insightful and revealing reviews for
"Irish: limerick suite"
One review:
"Badger_29: thank you for the Irish lesson and for this romp with an Irish lady and the sad woman in his life. My great-grandfather came over to NYC from Ireland. I know nothing about him and have not been taught some Irish folklore. This poem was fun to read. Good work."
Here I am explaining that I was born in Reno, Nevada, and that although my childhood and most of my life has been easy, if you want to make something of it, you have to row, to work hard!
Every lad grows up fast these days, and the "strength" of which I speak comes from having a good family, and being strong physically, mentally, and spiritually.
I was a very happy-go-lucky kid, the youngest of three boys. My sister came when I was twelve. I was truly "laughing and skipping" then slipping (into drug use), and tripping
(on life and psychedelic drugs like LSD and magic mushrooms)
callous [kal-uh s] adjective
"I enjoyed your Limerick suite. I visited Ireland 4 years ago and have been obsessed with the country, its people, and culture ever since. So, naturally, I had to read this! I enjoyed the rhythm, rhyme, and flow of the words from stanza to stanza--and loved the word play twist at the end (a lass = alas)! I take it that the "woman" troubling the poet is really addiction, based on word cues throughout ("slipping and tripping", getting "under his skin", "crystal shard") and the need to continuously return to her "careless caress." So, I am glad the author dumped the cause of his addiction down the toilet ("sucked into a twisted swirly") and emerged, once again, a free and happy man ready to continue rowing down life's river! Loved it! Comment Written 19-Mar-2017"
My response,
Dé Sathairn
Then one day, rising early,
feeling sprite and squirrely;
for she had slipped away,
in a mysterious way~
Sucked into a twisting swirly
"I love this, especially the addition of the Gaelic days of the week (with pronunciations, thank you). I think the way you wrote it was perfect, I found it enchanting - esp. the way the lady slipped away into a swirly. Leaves one wondering exactly what happened, with a few suspicions.
I've read enough folklore to know that Irish fairies are not overly pleasant creatures :))
Well done! Very much enjoyed"
If you have ever been around "tweekers", or meth users, you get to know their "get-down".
One of their favorite pastimes are show-and tell, and stories. Some want your attention, which are referred to as "energy vampires" Some are good, some are evil. And if you get around a group of "evil" ones, there is actually an energy "vortex", and this is what I am referring to when I coined "twisting swirly"
some want nothing more than to get you caught up in some wild goose chase that leaves you depleted and miserable, TWO WEEKS LATER!.
The current made me quiver, as in my addiction, I felt like I was "under" deep.
One of my favorite songs is
"Break On Through to the Other Side",
by The Doors. Such a wonderful, multi-level metaphor which can be meant in so many ways.
When I say that "Irish broke through", I meant broke through to the surface of this mighty river, and into a clean and sober attitude; broke through from being a childish child, to being a responsible and productive adult.
"A well written song, that deals with one of the great fireside, or even in the pub stories, you've done a great job with this, I wrote this to compliment it, "song that is quite witty,
a fine upstanding ditty,
I find it rather pretty.
While riding in the city,
though I find its really gritty,
even while it's such a pity,
to end this pretty ditty."
Sorry Darren I couldn't resist it. Well done, blessings."
She is gone forever, but I have to remember that EVERY DAY, as we combat this disease "one day at a time"
"I enjoyed your poem.
The moral is often overlooked when one is lectured to. But, in a poem the moral floats to the top, a message that does not stop, and whose logic one cannot top."
"'s math a Finn thu,
This was a fantastic read and a worthy six in my eyes.....poetic license granted.
A wonderful limerickal journey through the week tells a great story.
My favourite stanza is Sunday....especially the inclusion of a River after his week started with him rowing ( ends up the creek without an oar)
Have a great day
reply by the author on 18-Mar-2017
In conclusion, I want to express my sincere thanks to my family here, you have made this experience exciting, insightful, vastly rewarding, and a learning and growing environment which confirms this delightful, inspirational, and positively exponential stage of my life.
I leave you with this Irish Blessing:
Brother Badger March 19, 2017
The term 'Black Irish' has commonly been in circulation among Irish emigrants and their descendants for centuries. As a subject of historical discussion the subject is almost never referred to in Ireland. There are a number of different claims as to the origin of the term, none of which are possible to prove or disprove. Black Irish' is often a description of people of Irish origin who had dark features, black hair, dark complexion and eyes. Source:
http://www.ireland-information.com/articles/blackirish.htm
In reference to my post on St. Patrick's Day, titled
"Irish", a limerick suite:
Out of seventy-seven reviews, sixty-eight are five, and nine are six! I can not begin to tell you how truly grateful I am. This fills me with a wonderful sense of accomplishment, comradery, and a sense of belonging to this extended family. I am simply amazed at the outpouring of wonderful feedback which I have received here!
After the wonderful responses to my two previous epilogues, for "Shades of Grey", and "Tre` Realites' ", I have decided to explain this one, and include some of the very insightful and revealing reviews for
"Irish: limerick suite"
There's a great little song in Irish (based on a folktale) called
De`Luain, De`Mairt,
in which a crippled man called Donal Bocht Cam (Poor, Twisted Donal) rescues a group of fairies from the monotony of singing Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday in Irish over and over by supplying the Irish word for Wednesday.
The fairies reward Donal by removing the hump from his back and sending him on his way healthy and sound (not a typical result of encounters with Irish fairies, which tend, on the whole, to be rather unpleasant creatures!).
You may never encounter a group of fairies stuck on repeat, but, if you're learning Irish (or thinking about learning it), it's always useful to know the days of the week (and how to use them properly). First, the basics
If you simply need to recite the days of the week, here is what you would say:
De Luain (Jay LOO-in): Monday
De Mairt (Jay march): Tuesday
De Cadaoin (Jay KAY-deen): Wednesday
Deardaoin (JAY-ar-deen): Thursday
De hAoine (Jay HEEN-yeh): Friday
De Sathairn (Jay SA-ha-rin): Saturday
De Domhnaigh (Jay DOH-nee): Sunday
{These stanza titles are Gaelic
words
for the seven days of the week}
Dé Luain
An Irish lad from Reno,
wanted, but to grow:
in body and mind,
his life was designed,
to grasp the oar and row!
words
for the seven days of the week}
Dé Luain
An Irish lad from Reno,
wanted, but to grow:
in body and mind,
his life was designed,
to grasp the oar and row!
One review:
"Badger_29: thank you for the Irish lesson and for this romp with an Irish lady and the sad woman in his life. My great-grandfather came over to NYC from Ireland. I know nothing about him and have not been taught some Irish folklore. This poem was fun to read. Good work."
Here I am explaining that I was born in Reno, Nevada, and that although my childhood and most of my life has been easy, if you want to make something of it, you have to row, to work hard!
Dé Máirt
He grew up fast, and strong,
and before too long,
he was laughing and skipping,
slipping and tripping
Then things began to go wrong
He grew up fast, and strong,
and before too long,
he was laughing and skipping,
slipping and tripping
Then things began to go wrong
"Hi Badger,
This is a clever wee bit o' Irish offering for St. Patrick's Day. I like the way you used limerick meter (if not pure limericks) to detail each day of the week and the ensuing progression, and eventual demise, of their relationship. This is a great bit of work. I'll give it a virtual six, because, alas, I have nothing else but my good wishes to offer.
Thank you for sharing the Gaelic lesson and story, too. "
Every lad grows up fast these days, and the "strength" of which I speak comes from having a good family, and being strong physically, mentally, and spiritually.
I was a very happy-go-lucky kid, the youngest of three boys. My sister came when I was twelve. I was truly "laughing and skipping" then slipping (into drug use), and tripping
(on life and psychedelic drugs like LSD and magic mushrooms)
THAT is how things began to "go wrong"
De Ceadoin
By the fire's light, he envisioned
her lurid indecision
Inviting her in,
she got under his skin
So began this callous collision
her lurid indecision
Inviting her in,
she got under his skin
So began this callous collision
lurid [loo r-id]
1.gruesome; horrible; revolting:
the lurid details of an accident.
2.glaringly vivid or sensational;shocking:
the lurid tales of pulp magazines.
3.terrible in intensity, fierce passion,or unrestraint:
lurid crimes.
4.lighted or shining with anunnatural, fiery glow; wildly or garishly red: a lurid sunset.
the lurid tales of pulp magazines.
3.terrible in intensity, fierce passion,or unrestraint:
lurid crimes.
4.lighted or shining with anunnatural, fiery glow; wildly or garishly red: a lurid sunset.
callous [kal-uh s] adjective
1.made hard; hardened.
2.insensitive; indifferent; unsympathetic:
They have a callous attitude toward the sufferings of others.
"I love this, especially the addition of the Gaelic days of the week (with pronunciations, thank you). I think the way you wrote it was perfect, I found it enchanting - esp. the way the lady slipped away into a swirly. Leaves one wondering exactly what happened, with a few suspicions.
I've read enough folklore to know that Irish fairies are not overly pleasant creatures :))
Well done! Very much enjoyed.
"She" is a metaphor for methamphetamine,a crystalline compound, Formula: C10H15N
They have a callous attitude toward the sufferings of others.
"I love this, especially the addition of the Gaelic days of the week (with pronunciations, thank you). I think the way you wrote it was perfect, I found it enchanting - esp. the way the lady slipped away into a swirly. Leaves one wondering exactly what happened, with a few suspicions.
I've read enough folklore to know that Irish fairies are not overly pleasant creatures :))
Well done! Very much enjoyed.
"She" is a metaphor for methamphetamine,a crystalline compound, Formula: C10H15N
When I say that she got "under my skin", I meant literally, as in intra-veanous, using a hypodermic needle.
Methamphetamine is a powerful, highly addictive stimulant that affects the central nervous system. Also known as meth, chalk, ice, and crystal, among many other terms, it takes the form of a white, odorless, bitter-tasting crystalline powder that easily dissolves in water or alcohol. From HIH, the National Institue on Drug Abuse
"I enjoyed your Limerick suite. I visited Ireland 4 years ago and have been obsessed with the country, its people, and culture ever since. So, naturally, I had to read this! I enjoyed the rhythm, rhyme, and flow of the words from stanza to stanza--and loved the word play twist at the end (a lass = alas)! I take it that the "woman" troubling the poet is really addiction, based on word cues throughout ("slipping and tripping", getting "under his skin", "crystal shard") and the need to continuously return to her "careless caress." So, I am glad the author dumped the cause of his addiction down the toilet ("sucked into a twisted swirly") and emerged, once again, a free and happy man ready to continue rowing down life's river! Loved it! Comment Written 19-Mar-2017"
My response,
"You are so kind, it is reviews like this that let me know that not only am I getting my money's worth (65 reviews, 8 sixes), but I walk away with a wonderful sense of accomplishment, and an even greater depth and understanding behind the depth of my writing. Blessings, Brother Badger"
Deardaoin
For her careless caress he yearned
but slowly, subtly learned:
That her love was electric,
then things got hectic
Tumultuous tide, it turned,
being badly burned,
but slowly, subtly learned:
That her love was electric,
then things got hectic
Tumultuous tide, it turned,
being badly burned,
yet to her, he returned
"Ca bhfuil tu i do chonai Badger.
Loved this tale and it is lovely to see the cupla focail dropped into it.
Hope you had a wonderful St. Patrick's day
hugs "
"Well done, Badger. With your poetic ability, of course we can be generous when it comes to the limerick rules. I love the swing of limericks and the smile invariably involved. Must confess, I love anything that raises a smile - there's far too much misery in the world today. Frankly, I haven't the time left to me for misery. So why not make the most of every minute? Thank you for the lesson in Irish. I'm still reeling from the Welsh I had to learn as an evacuee!
When you are a drug user, there is an exhilirating feeling of invincibility, a false confidence. Then, inevitably, the tide turns, and suddenly you are no longer in control. She "burned" me, but I went back for HALF of my life, 24 years.
On March 4th, I celebrated 13 months clean, and I am truly strengthened and grateful.
Hope you had a wonderful St. Patrick's day
hugs "
"Well done, Badger. With your poetic ability, of course we can be generous when it comes to the limerick rules. I love the swing of limericks and the smile invariably involved. Must confess, I love anything that raises a smile - there's far too much misery in the world today. Frankly, I haven't the time left to me for misery. So why not make the most of every minute? Thank you for the lesson in Irish. I'm still reeling from the Welsh I had to learn as an evacuee!
When you are a drug user, there is an exhilirating feeling of invincibility, a false confidence. Then, inevitably, the tide turns, and suddenly you are no longer in control. She "burned" me, but I went back for HALF of my life, 24 years.
On March 4th, I celebrated 13 months clean, and I am truly strengthened and grateful.
Dé hAoine
She took him for a ride,
from her lure, he could not hide
He began to weep,
while losing sleep
The path to her door was wide,
feeling lost inside-
crystal shard collide
She took him for a ride,
from her lure, he could not hide
He began to weep,
while losing sleep
The path to her door was wide,
feeling lost inside-
crystal shard collide
"This limerick has hallucination effect, I liked, the humour of visualization, magical character, funny (non metaphysical) electric love, change over, escaping, mix of reality-fun, I enjoyed the flow of thoughts (poetic license, imagery, Irish words, natural rhymes, twists and climax), resolution. "
Fairly self explanitory, given the previous information. "She" was so easily accessable, making the path to her door wide, I was feeling lost inside and the crystal shard collide is an extension of the original collision.
Fairly self explanitory, given the previous information. "She" was so easily accessable, making the path to her door wide, I was feeling lost inside and the crystal shard collide is an extension of the original collision.
Dé Sathairn
Then one day, rising early,
feeling sprite and squirrely;
for she had slipped away,
in a mysterious way~
Sucked into a twisting swirly
"I love this, especially the addition of the Gaelic days of the week (with pronunciations, thank you). I think the way you wrote it was perfect, I found it enchanting - esp. the way the lady slipped away into a swirly. Leaves one wondering exactly what happened, with a few suspicions.
I've read enough folklore to know that Irish fairies are not overly pleasant creatures :))
Well done! Very much enjoyed"
If you have ever been around "tweekers", or meth users, you get to know their "get-down".
One of their favorite pastimes are show-and tell, and stories. Some want your attention, which are referred to as "energy vampires" Some are good, some are evil. And if you get around a group of "evil" ones, there is actually an energy "vortex", and this is what I am referring to when I coined "twisting swirly"
some want nothing more than to get you caught up in some wild goose chase that leaves you depleted and miserable, TWO WEEKS LATER!.
Dé Domhnaigh
You see, life is like a river,
the current makes him quiver
But Irish broke through,
and you can too!
(A lass, she's gone forever)
You see, life is like a river,
the current makes him quiver
But Irish broke through,
and you can too!
(A lass, she's gone forever)
"Well chosen words are excellent. The theme is strong. Your feelings are expressed well. Your arrangement looks very nice. The flow is smooth.
There was no SPAG, no typos, no room for improvement.
Understandable and thought provoking but especially insightful comments.
I look forward to seeing you again.
Love you
Understandable and thought provoking but especially insightful comments.
I look forward to seeing you again.
Love you
The current made me quiver, as in my addiction, I felt like I was "under" deep.
One of my favorite songs is
"Break On Through to the Other Side",
by The Doors. Such a wonderful, multi-level metaphor which can be meant in so many ways.
When I say that "Irish broke through", I meant broke through to the surface of this mighty river, and into a clean and sober attitude; broke through from being a childish child, to being a responsible and productive adult.
"A well written song, that deals with one of the great fireside, or even in the pub stories, you've done a great job with this, I wrote this to compliment it, "song that is quite witty,
a fine upstanding ditty,
I find it rather pretty.
While riding in the city,
though I find its really gritty,
even while it's such a pity,
to end this pretty ditty."
Sorry Darren I couldn't resist it. Well done, blessings."
She is gone forever, but I have to remember that EVERY DAY, as we combat this disease "one day at a time"
"I enjoyed your poem.
The moral is often overlooked when one is lectured to. But, in a poem the moral floats to the top, a message that does not stop, and whose logic one cannot top."
"'s math a Finn thu,
This was a fantastic read and a worthy six in my eyes.....poetic license granted.
A wonderful limerickal journey through the week tells a great story.
My favourite stanza is Sunday....especially the inclusion of a River after his week started with him rowing ( ends up the creek without an oar)
Have a great day
Comment Written 18-Mar-2017
reply by the author on 18-Mar-2017
- I am truly honored by your kind words. Watch for Epilogue which will be including this insightful and informative review. That was pure sublime subconscious, I did not even catch that, thanks for pointing this out!
In conclusion, I want to express my sincere thanks to my family here, you have made this experience exciting, insightful, vastly rewarding, and a learning and growing environment which confirms this delightful, inspirational, and positively exponential stage of my life.
I leave you with this Irish Blessing:
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
Brother Badger March 19, 2017
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