Poems

Song of the Witches

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

Táim Láidir

‘Táim láidir,’ arsa an bláth.
Nuair a shéid an ghaoth.
Ach tháinig bó
Agus d‘ith sí é.
‘Táim láidir,’ arsa an bhó.
Sa pháirc ina luí.
Ach tháinig fear
Agus mharaigh sé í.

‘Táim láidir,’ arsa an fear.
Lena mhac Tomás.
Ach tháinig an lá
Agus fuair sé bás.Níl aon duine láidir.
Níl ionainn ach cré.
Níl aon duine láidir
Ach Críost Mac Dé.

Lionard Ó hAnnaidh

LÁMHA

Sín do lámha
Suas thar do cheann
Cas thart timpeall
Uair amháin.

Déan luascadh beag

Anonn is anal

Síos leis na lámha

Sios go mall.

Suas leis do lámha

Suas, suas, suas,

Craith, craith na lámha

Thuas, thuas, thuas.

Buail, buail na lámha

Rap, rap, rap.

Méar agus ordóg

Snap, snap, snap.

Síos leis na lámha

Síós, síos, síos.

Craith, craith na lámha

Thíos, thíos, thíos

Friends

By Elizabeth Jennings

I fear it’s very wrong of me

And yet I must admit,

When someone offers friendship

I want the whole of it.

I don’t want everybody else

To share my friends with me.

At least, I want one special one,

Who undisputedly

Likes me much more than all the rest,

Who’s always on my side,

Who never cares what others say,

Who lets me come and hide

Within his shadow, in his house –

It doesn’t matter where –

Who lets me simply be myself,

Who’s always, always there?

Steve the Superhero

by Ken Nesbitt

I'm Steve the Superhero

and you simply won't believe

the superpowers I possess

by merely being Steve

My smile can crack a mirror

and my breath can make you faint.

And when I take my socks off

its been known to peel the paint.

The power in my underarms 

can make a grown man cry.

A single whiff can make you

want to crawl away and die.

The bad guys know its hopeless

so they all get up and leave.

Whenever they get wind of me 

The superhero Steve