Bagpipes Poems - Poems about Bagpipes

I couldn't give a toss for the caber cromach bagpipes sporran or kilt (a fling's the thing) and you can stick your dirk in your haggis up to its bog-wood hilt yet I'd like to hike through the heather on happy Sassenach holidays see the scenery admire the view along Scottish hilly highways and byways to pick a pink-purple thistle or two and should I...

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Near to a castle in the Scottish countryside, next to a deep lake ...

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Brambles surround Scotty's bagpipes Briars sharp, of severest types He thought that he could Play tunes in a wood Instead of music ~ out came gripes A tip of the hat to Jeff Kyser, whose poem 'Penny...

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awaken bagpipes riled up in broguish accent traversing drawbridge of Cawdor Castle enchanting chanter and drones...

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A Bagpipe am I, My drones point to the sky! I am magic they say, since the wizard ‘spelled’ on me that day. He gave me the gift of immortal time, I could travel through centuries, T’was a gift. It was mine. But now here I lay, on this shelf in pawn, Pick me up I’ll play; I will show you magic till...

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On the Isle of Skye, water runs down the Cuillin mountains into waterfall streams It's a beautiful and tranquil place Where the local fairies live, play and dream A red-bearded Scotsman walks from his village He carries his beloved bagpipes in hand He heads to the magical Fairy Pools To play for the fairies hiding among the heather stalks growing in...

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Bagpipes conveying the delight Of a country filled with insight Swinging their kilts in accord With their song of joy, so adored They color the world in green Appreciating the good queen Awakening a world to glean ~ Gaelic poetry and prose will sigh Through the echoes of a blue sky That reminisce with kilts so bright Laughter harmonizing despite The blessed stanzas and rhymes Poems alive with...

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He walked through the sands at Ayres, playing a slow grinding song of regret and broken dreams. The moaning groan of the bagpipes spewed bitterness and pride in a twisted tune. His footsteps trailed the sands behind a steady line of sorrow and loneliness for kin....

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Grampie Zach got bone saw breath, he cut tight lips no slack "All dung buggy complaints," his wrinkled hand pointedly sez, “Take it to the sphincter hole out back!” That’s the true-true Atillicus Z blow an elephantine pair of grouse bagpipes Buckaroos putting on airs don’t like the breeze They pig methane consume-y say: “The Owe casino grin; Ruskie rue wheel, big rig spin, it only...

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How many can say they love the bagpipes Hands please, uh you over there the Plaidy type Another that's two A guy having a snooze Sounds like stuff they play when somebody dies...

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Goosebumps never fail to visit whenever Emerald Society drums call for a slow, steady, cadence and bagpipers play Amazing Grace at the funeral of a fallen hero. Police and Firefighters  who have offered us first, their service and then, their lives. Honored by those who stood shoulder to shoulder, loved ones, and others like me who get goosebumps....

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Amazing grace Let the bagpipes play While in blissful peace I lay Beneath rolls of morning mist Let bagpipes whine and wail At the portal of my heart Tugging at the gateway of my soul Releasing timeless ageless tears In supernal universal rhythm As generations of kindred spirits Swirl above the eerie misty morn AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on June 4, 2019 for contest YOUR...

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They’re mournful at a wake or when A person’s laid to rest, Yet there are those who say their sound Is something to detest. But line them up and hear them played By marchers wearing kilts And suddenly you see the green And hear those Irish lilts. Oh, it’s a joy to witness The St. Patrick’s Day Parade And watch the bands from every police And...

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The bass drone on the bagpipes play The man in his kilt plays it The misty Scottish air receives it A constant sound Under the melody Always whining Always sighing Under lying. In his emotions He feels he is not good enough His misty heart receives it A constant sound Hidden under the mechanics of his life Always whining Always sighing Always lying....

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Bagpipes Wailing noises Learners seldom impress Neighbours often threaten lawsuits Windbags Jack Horne for Nette’s Melody cinquain contest...

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