Auld Poems - Poems about Auld

It doesn’t happen everyday Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh Reflecting in the Winter sun Are its legs, in gunmetal grey Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning Falling behind red-silk and cotton Among the frost One’s mind is lost And all else is forgotten The children play with what was brought Without as much as a second thought From where these marvellous gifts came Or in...

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Seven beautiful lines contest, Sponsor Constance La France Posted 21/3/25 Through the auld Kirk gate in the churchyard wall The rough green field where my ancestors lie Woodbine and ivy around the graves sprawl With Rosemary and rue growing nearby Where wild rabbits mutter when screech owls cry Safe in the shadow of granite tombstones A jewel I loved,...

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You'll live inside my memory book Sometimes I'll go back and look Your image there won't fade away A thousand years sharp as today At one-o-five (105) if I'm still here I'll open up that book so dear And write through hands that then will shake One last poem for old time's sake...

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Oh what a predicament as we sped through the night, A whole train stretched behind us without a single light, And through the thin walls we could plainly hear The threats being shouted from both front and rear. The long blonde squaddie, whose name I can’t recall Nervously panicked because he’d caused it all. An urgent call of nature on a...

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An Auld Lang Syne Happy New Year! Let me tell you ‘bout my body parts While in sobriety They’re as old as an old farts Oh, auld lanxiety (chorus) For auld lanxiety my dear For auld lanxiety We’ll try not to think ‘bout it For auld lanxiety And surely walking now’s a chore And surely society Will push me down on the floor I have auld lanxiety I no...

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On a narrow street of Singalong spreads and banners hang along Wreaths of subjects and icon flourish within the alleys of lexicon. As acid waters plunge, dirt and dust lounge. Tin roofs clang, rants and rats run. Not all streets boom with a bang Only in the street of auld lang syne....

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Sing tae me the auld sangs that ah learnt when a bairn, Sitting at ma mithers knee hearin the lilting tunes, Carrying me far awa in ma mind Wurds o the land whaur ah live An love aw the deys o ma life. The auld sangs o Caledonia uv heroes ,fermers an unco ithers, Auld yins wi tales tae...

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As a bouncing baby boy syne of tragic travails in the offing tolled courtesy analogous bell think Pavlov's employ; yours truly me mama's apron strings rolled secure around stubby fingers brought joy created and garnered webbed wold between she who helped beget me thru ploy constituting biological reproduction. Peter Pan syndrome not recognized as bonafide diagnosis encapsulates mein kampf and hard times, whereby mine childhood's end dreaded,...

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Looking out my window at the snow falling softly I am reminded of the passing of time the new year can bring new beginnings the new year always made me a bit melancholy leaving the ones I loved and lost even further away at least that’s how I feel every year when I hear auld lang...

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Christmas tree twinkles ornaments shine we're missing some tears glisten when I remember 12/31/2021...

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I thought about you today as I so often do. I felt the sad familiar feelings that will not go away. You came to mind in a flash of memory While I was doing something else. I never seek these thoughts. They seem a painful waste of time. How can a memory of broken trust comfort a wounded mind? Wise counsel claims that...

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Another year has passed by me and so much different then the last ever since this Covid March I have been living out my house arrest no outward smiles to show my love, no hugs no squeezes for my kids like a Citizen of good I understood but yes, I almost flipped my...

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“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song Courtesy Robert Burns circa (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet. Two hundred sixty one orbitz elapsed since brief existence of aforementioned Scottish poet and lyricist graced Earth, yet his legacy unwittingly still enshrined, regaled, warbled... upon cusp of New Year's Eve, when revelers sing familiar...

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An Auld Scottish Matelot on Lockdown in Malta The Maltese Government says we are not to go oot A mere doddle to us auld yins who have been aboot Cod War, Falklands, Gulf War and more Assume NBCD state 1 condition Zulu Alpha And shut the Fxxxing DOOR! Get the crib board out and Uckers TOO Trouble is...

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Auld Lange Syne by Robert Burns modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Should old acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, And days for which we pine? For times we shared, my darling, Days passed, once yours and mine, We'll raise a cup of kindness yet, To those fond-remembered times! Have you ever wondered just exactly what you're singing?...

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