Best Alba Poems

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...

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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...

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Amidst these inlets and islands
Lies a land of a patriot nation
Where clans decree their might
Together in mixed relation

From the Lowlands to the Highlands
Family names of...

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The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens
Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men
Their futures to be part...

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01. High heels or boots? I guess it depends on how feminine I feel....LOL
02. What time did you get up this morning? 7:15 am ...

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There will be a day when Alba becomes free
To unite this great nation, rid our debris

Join together, families, neighbours and friends
Encourage unity, let Alba ascend

And...

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On a small Scottish Island
Stands a castle of grey
Eilean Donan is its name
On Loch Duich in display

Like all our castles
In history they are steeped
They have...

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Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair

His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display

Civilisation as he...

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POND LIFE
  
White water lily rooted deep
Profusive alba in flora peep;
Over the surface,upside down
Waterboatman-nature's clown.
Spiders spin their bubbled bell
Close to a ramshorn in crimson...

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Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to...

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Saving credits for a trip to the stars,
A cave at Alba Mons volcano:
Ancient secrets, flowing bars;
Greenish women, so Bueno;
Artifacts, old, Martian,
Calling me to hug.
Beetle auction.
Red...

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As the wind rolls cold of the mountain plain
As the Hindu Kush rises like skyscrapers to Gods name
But these are not my mountains and the...

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Look at me now, sitting below darkening skies
Cast out from our Highland home
The Clans now is spiteful despise
To the Glens we shall head, us the...

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coming out enchanting 
a harp playing 
bewitching music 
from an irish sea
from the mist of hibernia
entering a cold mystical island
a lonely teddy bear out in...

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An ardent longing for the finer things ...
Vodka from eggs - bedrooms with wings.

Bugatti's and coffees topped with gold,
Armani, Brioni, and true absinthe, old.

Bottega Veneta...

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