The Complete Arthur Greenleaf Holmes

The well-mannered man, of high-etiquette born, May see in the mirror morality’s form And not merely ornaments gaudily worn. At a feast s...

(A sort of Sampson and Delilah?) Cried Samuel McGee to Delia his wife, “Thou ornery tart, lay off with the knife, For you’ll ...

This poem I did not write; rather, I discovered it amidst my family's archives.  It was written by my great-great-great-great-great-gre...

Cheers! Welcome to this, the first official blog of me, Arthur Greenleaf Holmes, sixteenth century and, until recently, anonymous poet. I ...

A bit of advice: avoid brothels with a sign outside that reads, "No condoms?  No problem!"  Tavern-Floor Tina, thou fen-suckin...

Dear Babette, This letter I compose from a pub in Donegal; aye, Babette, I have traveled to Ireland alone. My muse bade me arise and leave ...

The Wee Irish Man As I went down to Donegal one morning for to spy The restless sea entangled with the vex’d and furied sky, I saw a little ...