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A Lonely Irish Bachelor's Lament

Updated on May 10, 2014

Sweet Hannah

Ah, my sweet Hannah, she never liked chickens. Said they bit her and laughed.

She preferred my pet crow, “Bill,” because he gazed at her dark eyes so still.

Hannah didn’t each much, maybe a nibble here and there.

I’d laugh and ask why and she’d swish her sweet-smelling hair, and say, “I’d die. So there.”

Ah, my sweet Hannah just showed-up at my cabin one day—said she was a wood nymph

And wanted a cup of broth to fight the freezing cold.

Our eyes met and why now, I suddenly forget

Her soft voice kept distracting and I knew she knew that I was only acting.

Ah, my sweet Hannah left in the dead of night, a creature of silence as well as flight.

I slumbered, groaned, and talked in my sleep—hoping to seize Hannah’s wild hand to keep.

At first light, she had breathed on my glass, started a note, but alas her patience passed.

No food for my soul, oh Hannah, I sighed. I’ll not hunt you like game just to give you my name.

" Billie"


Then came a buxom brunette I like to call, “Billie.”

She danced, sang, stood on a chair, and drank so silly.

“I can fly,” she said so willing. I nodded ‘yes’ as my glass with gin I was filling.

“Oh, Billlie,” young girl of Ireland so rough—marry me, help me live me life so tough.

Then one ghostly-eve, “Billie” took her leave. I talked to “Bill,” he loved to deceive.

“Billie, oh, Billie,” my plowin’s not done and my shoes are undone

And I’ve no woman to heat me stew.

“Billie,” my “Billie,” ye passage is cast—I can see already the big sail is set.

"Billie L. Rickley"


I got older quickly, and came Julie R. Rickley, a honey she must me

She winked, gave me a drink, and loved the sufferin’ from inside o’ me

Julie, R. Rickley, where call ye’ home? Why does this lass like a vagabond roam?

“To seek me lover he feeds me honey and clover,” her words ne’er I seen

Then one sunny noon, not later, but soon, “Julie L. Rickley” left me room

Smokeless cloud, shadowless down, and flocking blond hair that flew

Ah, “Julie L. Rickley,” ye left me dumb dilly with no bed or coverin’s that new

Farewell, Sweet Hahhan, “Billie,” and “Julie L. Rickley,”

I’ll just lay me here in me honey and eat it afore it gets sticky.


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      Kenneth Avery 3 years ago

      strictlydating . . .

      You are a real sweetheart. Thank you so much. I appreciate it so much.


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      StricktlyDating 3 years ago from Australia

      Lovely! Great work!

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      Kenneth Avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear Sheila,

      Awww,thanks. I do appreciate this. I have a soft spot for poetry, but the Abstract/Prose type such as "One evening . . .", "Dangerous Sheep . . ." "Sitting in The Shade on The Back Porch of Hell," I wish you would read one or two and give me your honest opinions.

      And as always, Thanks for being my Friend and Follower, Sheila.

      Have a blessed week.


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      sheilamyers 3 years ago

      Great story telling mixed with a talent for writing poetry. I loved it!