Does anyone know any decent GAA related poems?

dammon (Meath) - Posts: 1291 - 13/07/2009 21:50:43    344539

Twas a glorious day, the 12th of July
Not a sash in sight, no UJ did fly
The only parade, was down Clonlifee Road
No Lambeg drum or pipes to goad.

No Easter Lilies just those dressed in white
Full of hope and heart, and fit for the fight


Finish it yerselves...

Dubinmeath (Dublin) - Posts: 1123 - 13/07/2009 23:11:30    344671

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Twas a glorious day, the 12th of July
Not a sash in sight, no UJ did fly
The only parade, was down Clonlifee Road
No Lambeg drum or pipes to goad.

No Easter Lilies just those dressed in white
Full of hope and heart, and fit for the fight


Finish it yerselves...

But come the 13th in Ulster land
came pipes and drum's and those
horrid FLUTE BANDS.
Orange Men in all there Glory
I just changed this tread
to a different story.

Sorry Dublinmeath man

fortyfive (Tyrone) - Posts: 5929 - 13/07/2009 23:19:48    344686

Its the 14th now and all seems Quiet
the Bands have all gone no signs of a Riot
But down in Dublin the lads have stopped
dreaming of the 5 in a row!
Its time to refocus and hangovers to go
SAM is in sight! but there's a few Hurdles left
Those men up in Connacht,Munster and Ulster
are threatening to come and spoil our Bluster.

fortyfive (Tyrone) - Posts: 5929 - 14/07/2009 01:26:32    344839

Google them

The Beautiful Game is often in match programmes - the first line is "Less than a minute remains on the clock..."
The Secret of Kerry from a home pov pays adequate homage to a few heroes. And there's one about Kerry legend Paddy Bawn who died on Munster Final day a fair few years back now.

Personal favourite though is by a North Kerry poet Gabriel Fitzmaurice. There's been plenty of threads about players that this could be about so I won't launch into it but Mattie Forde always springs to mind for me

A Footballer

He could have played with better
But he chose his own;
Playing with his county
He'd never carry home

The trophy all aspire to
But that's not why he played;
If he played with another county
He'd feel he had betrayed

Himself, his art, his people,
So he played out his career
Away from the glare of headlines
And yet sometimes you'll hear

From followers of football
The mention of his name.
It's enough that they believe in him,
His way, his truth, his game.

3inarow2008 (Kerry) - Posts: 204 - 14/07/2009 15:20:16    345472

Did you ever see mary make water,
She makes a beautiful stream,
It runs for a mile and quarter
and you couldn't see Mary for Shteam

dhorse (Laois) - Posts: 11374 - 14/07/2009 22:16:30    346153

See the peom Vodaphone uses the one 'which is more you'll be a man my son' Was that wrote for the GAA?

Orlaith (Derry) - Posts: 4282 - 15/07/2009 22:20:52    347659

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347659 See the peom Vodaphone uses the one 'which is more you'll be a man my son' Was that wrote for the GAA?


no it was copied...heard that line before but just can't remember where.

.tribute (Cavan) - Posts: 360 - 15/07/2009 23:09:14    347725

Rudyard Kipling
If

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Orlaith (Derry) - Posts: 4282 - 15/07/2009 23:23:47    347757

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
London are rubbish,
And Louth are too.

Sawyer (Louth) - Posts: 269 - 16/07/2009 00:29:51    347875

Orlaith County: Derry Posts: 323 347757 Rudyard Kipling If If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! Sounds like this poem was writing about Cricket "pitch and toss"

fortyfive (Tyrone) - Posts: 5929 - 16/07/2009 08:00:24    347943

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347943 Orlaith
County: Derry




If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,


Sounds like this poem was writing about Cricket "pitch and toss"

I would imagine its a reference to the game of pitch and toss, a form of gambling played by pitching and tossing coins. was very common in ireland up til the 60s

dhorse (Laois) - Posts: 11374 - 16/07/2009 15:29:25    348528

Does anyone else think it's a disgrace that Vodafone use a poem by an English war poet to promote the All Ireland Football Championship?!?! I find it insulting that in a country famous for its literature and its scholars that they couldnt find one poem that would do the job!

Rio Bingo (Tyrone) - Posts: 788 - 16/07/2009 15:39:52    348545

"He grabs the sliotar, he's on the 50......he's on the 40......he's on the 30....... he's on the ground".

"Pat Fox has it on his hurl and is motoring well now ... but here comes Joe Rabbitte hot on his tail ...... I've seen it all now, a Rabbitte chasing a Fox around Croke Park!

"Teddy McCarthy to John McCarthy, no relation, John McCarthy back to Teddy McCarthy, still no relation".

In the first half they played with the wind. In the second half they played with the ball."

Setanta Ó hAilpín....the original Setanta from the old Gaelic stories was ten foot tall, had ten fingers on each hand and ten toes on each foot but even he couldn't be playing better hurling than his namesake here today"

"... and Brian Dooher is down injured. And while he is, I'll tell ye a little story. I was in Times Square in New York last week, and I was missing the Championship back home. So I approached a newsstand and I said 'I suppose you wouldn't have the Kerryman would you?' To which the Egyptian man behind the counter replied 'do you want the North Kerry edition or the South Kerry edition?'. He had both, so I bought both. And Dooher is back on his feet..."


"Anthony Lynch, the Cork corner-back, would be the last person to let you down - his people are undertakers"


"Teddy looks at the ball, the ball looks at Teddy"


" Dublin have scored two points, one from the hand and one from the land"


"I saw a few Sligo people at Mass in Gardiner Street this morning and the omens seem to be good for them, the priest was wearing the same colours as the Sligo jersey! 40 yards out on the Hogan stand side of the field Ciaran Whelan goes on a rampage, its a goal. So much for religion".


"I see John O'Donnell dispensing water on the sideline. Tipperary, sponsored by a water company. Cork Sponsored by a tae company. I wonder will they meet later for afternoon tae".


"Danny "The Yank" Culloty. He came down from the mountains and hasn't he done well".


"He kicks the ball lan san aer, could've been a goal, could've been a point.............it went wide".


"Stephen Byrne with the puck out for Offaly....Stephen, one of 12......all but one are here to-day, the one that's missing is Mary, she's at home minding the house.....and the ball is dropping i lar na bpairce...."


"Pat Fox out to the forty and grabs the sliothar, I bought a dog from his father last week. Fox turns and sprints for goal, the dog ran a great race last Tuesday in Limerick. Fox to the 21 fires a shot, it goes to the left and wide..... and the dog lost as well".


"And thats it for another All Ireland Day, never have such scenes been seen in croke park, as the day Tyrone lifted the Sam Mcguire, but credit must go to Armagh, cos lets face it, they're going to need a lot of credit in the coming weeks and Year to come."

Micheal O'Muirchear LEGEND!

williewentwell (Tyrone) - Posts: 1712 - 16/07/2009 15:46:04    348560

Rio Bingo
County: Tyrone

Does anyone else think it's a disgrace that Vodafone use a poem by an English war poet to promote the All Ireland Football Championship?!?! I______________________________________

Well he made exceedingly good cakes ........

Dubinmeath (Dublin) - Posts: 1123 - 16/07/2009 15:47:24    348562

well rio, exactly when did you start to think it was a disgrace, when you first heard the advertisement or just now when you found out it was by rudyard kipling

pig.ignorant (Derry) - Posts: 655 - 16/07/2009 15:54:39    348575

Rio, I think whoever picked that poem was after watchin Mike Bassett England Manager the night before. Some rubbish. The ads that appear related to Gaa lately would embarass you. like that one with that woman in the stands goin Calm Down lads its there for the takin, calm down, or the other one with that little lad runnin through some vilage to the team photo.

Horse (Laois) - Posts: 1146 - 16/07/2009 16:09:58    348621

16/07/2009 15:54:39
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County: Derry
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348575 well rio, exactly when did you start to think it was a disgrace, when you first heard the advertisement or just now when you found out it was by rudyard kipling



Pig ignorant I thought it was a disgrace when I first heard the advertisement. I know all about the likes of Rudyard Kipling, Sigfried Sasson, Wilfred Owen, Wilfred Gibson etc having studied them for my A Level English some moons ago. And before you ask why I studied British war poets, its because I didnt have a choice in the curriculum.

Rio Bingo (Tyrone) - Posts: 788 - 16/07/2009 16:18:52    348648

Some years ago a championship match in Kilkenny was interrupted by an English streaker who was suffering from an excess of alcohol. He ws taken to the side of the pitch and covered up. A short while later he interrupted the game again, sans clothes.Once again he was guided to the side of the field and covered up.However when he interrupted the game for a third time he had pushed his luck too far. One of the players out of frustration wore his hurley off the streakers ****. Our naked friend was then ejected, yelping for all he was worth, from the ground. The local radio station announced a competition where the competitors had to compose a limerick related to the events I have just described. The following was the winning entry: An Englishman both dashing and daring, Went hurling his birthday suit wearing. However the ladies complained, Once they had ascertained That his sliotars were'nt déanta in Eireann

Greengrass (Louth) - Posts: 6177 - 16/07/2009 21:35:55    349025

Wee need some bright spark to write us a proper poem

Orlaith (Derry) - Posts: 4282 - 22/07/2009 16:26:53    357120