Born within sight of the Northern sea
Where sea birds call and dolphins play
From his mothers womb into this world
Damaged ,destined to travel alone.
Shubbed by a father who couldn’t accept
Teased by children who thought him strange
Into a man he grew studied the stars
With a voice strong loud and clear
Told the tales of heroes of old
Round the fire at night
When the shados lengthen
Teleryn the bard rose in respect
Wjth his knowledge and gentleness
He cared for his tribe.
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If God is just a whisper away that means he's right by your side be quiet stand still and listen
8/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Alba Paradise
There on the sea bed is where we play
Among the fishes and plane wreckage
Look there's my plane in bits
Nothing more than a curiosity now
It brought me here and made my form
Killing me along with the others
Other Comet planes fell too
We are not alone on the sea bed
Some are happy and others sad
Me I'm in the middle indifferent now
It depends on my mood and the island
Alba is a paradise forever more
CC 191 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
A Star Shines in Alba’s Sky
Star shines above a frosty mountain where sheep in summer grazed,
Bright shining ones gathered in vast numbers to praise,
Snow fell to cover the granite rock and where heroes lay in the ground.
Murdered by those they gave a place round the fire hearth,
Raised a glass in toast to their health warming hearts and stomachs both,
In the dark of night up they arose creeping to lift their muskets long,
Ready tae betray hospitality freely given an murder those innocent souls.
In daurk winter nicht fled tae the hills towards the shepherd o the glen,
Rifles spat fire like lightning flash in a storm,
Swords flashed briefly under moonlichts bricht gaze.
Afore hiding behind passing clouds misty haze.
Oot oan the hills shivering in nichts cauld,
Dying amongst heathers embrace under a moons gaze,
Forgotten they lie brave warriors true an bold.
Stars shine down in a highland glen,
Oan Albas finest forsaken people all for a pittance,
What a price tae pay for being a little late.
Andrew McIntyre..28/12/2020.
Rebelliousness... or normal conformities;
Individually, as they do have differences...
Awareness can easily detect absurdities,
Yet, who'd truly ignore rebel utterances?
Hobby works are rarely publicised, or true:
Who'd decide what's acceptable for verse?
Rebels cannot be disciplined, couldn't do;
Simply keep quiet, accepting it's adverse!
Please, come to my world: Scotland/Alba,
Rebelliousness flourishes within our souls;
Graciously, welcome to share our mantra:
FREEDOM actually achieves all your goals!
© Ewen A Morrison
e. 8.10.20
'Rebel Poetry'
Rebelliousness... or normal conformities;
individually, of course, have differences,
a person's definitions may bar absurdities,
yet, who'd truly ignore rebel utterances?
Amateur writings are rarely publicised, so
who'd determine what's acceptable for verse?
Rebels can not be disciplined... no can do...
should one keep quiet: accept it's adverse!
Otherwise, come to my world: Scotland/Alba,
rebelliousness flourishes within OUR souls;
wherever from, welcome to share our mantra:
FREEDOM eventually achieves all your goals!
© Ewen A. Morrison
* For Jessica Alba ... and the splendor of her smile. *
Oh, the enigma of her face ...
Its melting mysteries and moody veneers
When sad, like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach
Wild tresses framing it like surf-swept seaweed
Sandy spindrift, left by her squall ...
Then, the smaze lifts ...
The irises spark like dark fire opals
Glistening as the wild wash of the Milky Way
Her smile blooms forth - a dazzling midday meadow
Splashed thick with heather and promise ...
Oh, and all the mad magic ...
The cinematic surprises from there-to-here
Rages of rouge, bawdy blushes, and pale complexions, moony
The multitude of transitions and tones - all divine ...
And all ... my undoing.
~ 8th Place ~ in the "My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity - Any Form Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
Heather with amazing colors,
Hollyhock and hyacinth,
Pansy and pink,
Moonstone,
Sardonyx,
Opal
Among the tall mountains, in a sunny pure sky shortest day,
It was a neat picnic of the fascinating Motacilla Alba and M A Personata
ALBA GU BRATH
(Scotland Forever)
Càit' a bheil thu a' fuireach?
(where are you from)
Tha mi a'fuireach ann an Alba
(we are from Alba)
Ceud maìlle fàilte.
(one hundred thousand welcomes)
Cha ghéill sinn
(we will never surrender/fall back)
ALBA GU BRATH.
Andrew McIntyre © 2015.
Devolution, Independence, call it what you may
It's all about people, and what those people say
If they have decided, it's time the splits to be
It's the end of a flagging Empire, I'm glad I'm alive to see
What we call the United Kingdom, it's living in the past
There was always going to be a time, forget the pasts aghast
It's time to look to our tomorrows, rejoice in what they'll bring
For one day we'll be one Alba, a population once again will sing
UNSUPPORTED CODE
Alba and Albion are just the same, but the White Isle is all inflamed
going barmy with boredom hoping or fearing the ballot of 9/18 that
could make or break the Kingdom by the Sea, if independence or
separation it be: Gordon and Ray had their day as comrades in the
Royal Artillery as NCOs. Gordon worked the big gun positions -
twenty-one milers - in his clever head as Ray sketched the target,
one a Scotsman, one an Englishmen, both Britons fighting the only
'good war' against the evil Nazi regime, but whichever side they would
have taken brothers in arms in war - and peace -would surely have
been their order of the day that others should emulate I should say.
Nobody should ever fear whilst the Alba Eagle flies overhead.
For if you know the Alba Eagle you'll know his words are said
He's a watcher and a keeper, having been here for hundreds of years
For you've been invited into his realm, to allay life's living fears
Being universal, European or other, through his door your welcomed all
For he shall forever roam to allow blooming lives to thrall
He absorbs the hurt and pain so that others can live so free
If you could see the inside of me, you'll never believe what you see
There will be a day, before your eyes you'll witness so
For into me shall travel your hurts, and allow your spirits to flow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php
Beautiful Siren from a distant sea
Doctor Donovan wrote of their Mastery
Aquatic, seduction enchants me…
Merman disguised the Light in his eyes
Sang the songs that a heart finds nice
Extending a hand he unraveled his web
And my sister was there after her death
“Wana ride?” was the question he mimed
And I, tempted by his suggestive rhyme
Never hesitated, to enter his mind.
Past the coffee stained collar, I climbed.
Tracing races and faces in the wind
One thousand and One nights I’d spend
Immortal and naked on the ocean
Towers of power in the robes of men
Lighting the coast to see sailors home
Nixie was the name my mother mentioned
And Trixie was the dame
...who bore little attention
The Merrow of the story, is in me.
.... The Scotch is vertical, and I’m a She.Alba….
Merlin, can you see the sight in my eYes?
Alba Semiplena
A Romans gift
In bloom once a year
Flowery lift
One of the oldest Roses
To grace our lands
Delicate in delight
A flower so grand
These perennial plants
Protected by thorns
The are such a picture
We could never scorn
Of all the flowers that do it for me
It's the Rose, whatever colour they be
My entry into Brian Strands " BLOOM " contest
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag stands
Majestic and tall
Proud and might
This king of beasts
The most wonderful sight
Scenery to thrill
Heather-ed in purpled bloom
Look out any window
Its our own front room
Golden Eagles
Soar above these lands
Winged royalty
In their blue blooded strand
Our contribution to our modern world
Is all around us, read and learn
Logie Baird, with Television
Pedal Cycle, Kirkpatrick MacMillan
Medical marvel, Penicillin
In other Nations our touch has felt
Our Ancestors us, we Celts
For centuries we cast our nets
To further lands
We were always met
Friendly Scots in every way
Gave this world
A better say
America, Canada, New Zealand too
Us Scots are in me and you
Ancestral blood runs through our veins
The quite wonderful Scottish strain
Alba.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
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