Best Bagpipes Poems

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

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       CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB


The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town,...

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We strolled hand in hand
along Naples cobbled streets
beneath nearly blown- off linen sheets
Hanging  from old  balconies.

Street musicians played their bagpipes
ciaramellas,mandarins
In this southern bustling...

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16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland is on the run
 
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead...

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The saddest sound in all the world,
The bagpipes weep as raindrop pearls
Land to take on grass-green hue:
Tears to mourn the loss of you.
Your boys line...

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Yasabel

By the waves and salty sea
That falls on shores so close to me

By the battles
Thus fallen comrades go

By the hills and by the lowlands
I wander...

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Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs...

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As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow

In Darkness, unforeseen 
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or...

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Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake.
Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the...

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To poetry she said good-bye
Now I live with a Broken Heart
Her words could make me laugh or cry
Or tear my inner soul apart

In a devastating...

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INDIAN PIPE
(The Corpse Plant)


in the shadows
     in the shadows
          teardrop eyes

Like bagpipes...

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How Blessed is she, to be with Thee
My only Prayer, she waits for me
With clouds in the sky, I sit and Cry
Why so young, did...

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You've reached the top, so
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Argyle socks, kilts,
Scottish tartan scarves
and Knox — aye
Mary, Queen Mary
shall you marry Darnly
for love? Nay...

Torches, kilts and song.
Heather in hands, waving
but Knox knocks their merry
socks...

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Scots they be a hardy bunch in any weather
Ceilidhs yae dance to bagpipes and drums
Oats might be simple, but they are our fuel
Tourists are strangers...

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