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Watercolours in the Rain

~*~ Summer to Autumn ~*~ Expresses blooms of beauty, ~ primary pastels ~ whilst impending changes loom ~*~ Water colours in the rain ~*~ http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php


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When Love Creates

Eyes to eyes now meet Tenderly our lips touch We, adventurous Rhythmic vibrations rejoice When love creates little ones .


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Lonely Leaf in the Water

I watched it fall In spiralling flight This browned yellow leaf A saddened sight For not long ago It was alive and so green In a canopy of cover Above the stream I watched it meander Around rocks and through eddy's On the stream it continued Becoming more unsteady It's protective coating Now a shadow of it's past As the water moistens It's out on it's last It came to rest Between two rocks As the water cascaded To the bottom it dropped The end of it's life But it's journey goes on For nature will use This leaf that roamed .


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Arikara Born

I like many others have lived in our dreams In this world where I lived amongst forests and streams Where the Great Plains stretched and our rivers flowed If you could see through my eyes, how my tribe glowed Born from my mother of Arikara descent My father a Sioux warrior, his stature, augment My growing up was no different than the others around For the learnings that grew from our ancestors surround Hunting and fishing, being told of the dangers in life Cultural indifferences, to fearing tribal strife But it's what my father taught me every single day To learn from our lands for through the years they'd display Tracking, seeking, searching, living from our lands Every year more learned, growing in understand From a boy to a man becoming a warrior through my years Protecting what was ours, allaying modern fears But the changes that we faced, suffocated our souls There was only ever one outcome, other man's goals I like many others, to live and eventually fall Born from Arikara, Sioux, my name was 'Standing Tall' .<*>. A little story from my heart, where the Indigenous will always be.


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Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


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Tartan and Pipes

Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
 
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
 
Highland dancers
In kilted skirts 
Grooms at weddings
Kilt and dirk

But our Tartan and Pipes
Go back many years
Led soldiers into battles
See the enemy fear

After Culloden
Both were banned
A country naked
At the English hand

Our clans of many
In colours so grand
Woven by weavers
Our women's hands

All over the world
Scots are spread
Taking their Tartans
Of green, blue and red

It's a welcome reminder
To the kin of their past
Never forgotten
Designed to last

This plaid of cloth
History enriched
Scottish pride
In every stitch

And like our pipes
From centuries past
This Scottish of Scots
Are here to last


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Strut the Butt Jabba

On Halloween night I will strut Dressed like Jabba the Hut Many sweets I will eat As it is trick or treat And double the size of my butt


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My Beloved

Inside such dreams of never lasting days We traversed such wanting thoughts in emotional astray On that December night, to our cottage on the hill Where on many a moonlit walk, we allowed our thoughts to spill Our footprints of life we took in threaded tread we walked When one was about to talk, in confusion abound, we baulked Snowflakes we often talked about, turned to emotional rain Drowning your wisps of auburn, natures moistness becomes our drain Such memories of our past, where the rains graced your clover And I your beloved, once graced your body over No longer shall I sense your breath so warm against my chest As you delightfully grace my lobes, my internal heart now stressed Your kisses I still feel, their once touch of tender brush Like tumble-weed they now drift, my lips in different crush On warm white sheets we used to lay, we called them our clouds of heaven No longer shall crease, not one day out of seven No longer shall our fingers dance over undulations of we Or will our torso's mingle, like the ivy graces the tree The losing of you is massive, our peripheral declares it a shame Beloved to each other we're not, it's life, no ones to blame..... < Inspired by 'Charmaine Chircop's “Pasionata” > <*>


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Doodle the Footle 2 Tootle

I so love this form called Footle It allows the poet to doodle With so few words Whether right or absurd Now read , short trip, lets tootle < ;-) >


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This Moonlit Night

On the balcony I stand this moonlit night Behind me she sleeps content within sight If I stand to my left, allowing the moons pass This lunar beam delights my beautiful lass Dark haired, tanned, amidst silken white sheets Two loves of my life in glowing right meet Open doors where I stand this moonlit night It's I whom she sees in the morn's first light


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