Best Canna Poems

Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the lake town,
Askin' of a question erry where he goes:
(Chorus; Cailin,...

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En France, les demineurs
still search the fields
removing shells, 
grenades and bombs
of two World Wars

Would that we had the same 
for affairs of the human heart
to defuse munitions lurking
under a landscape of civility
I’ll forgive but canna’ forget

A dangerous occupation
more than six hundred have died
removing millions of...

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I’m here.
Holding up the sky

It will not fall on you
Not again
In these days once more
When you tell me you canna do it
Not again

Stuttering intakes of breathless oceans apart
Yet so close as to tingle fingertips
Gasping at familiar melodies of desert songbirds

The smell of earth after a...

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too much on the bloody mind,
canna concentrate half the time,
write about the demons babe,
put in words what eer ya crave,
let exageration calm the wit,
pump words out a little bit,
n have a great time....

thanks you p.d.

Don...

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To a Mouse
by Robert Burns
translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sleek, tiny, timorous, cowering beast,
Why’s such panic in your breast?
Why dash away, so quick, so rash,
In a frenzied flash
When I would be loath to run after you
With a murderous plowstaff!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social...

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Sunlight shines within the folds
your red and orange hues display
your brush upon the canvas spoke
of beauty words could not relay

Lost within this burning flame
I'm wittiness to the joy you saw
the beauty of your fire etched
within this heart now left in awe




Inspired by Brian Strand's Picture...

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Written in Scottish dialect.

Jack, Bernard and John, the Bandit Kings,
Hae handicaps wae too high.
Each o’ them score four points a hole,
Ah canna tell ye a lie!

Me, ah’m Rabbie, the bard o’ the course;
Ah’m lucky tae score yin point.
Ah feenish the game an’ come in fur...

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Me slob clob be a dirty grey
me school an open alleyway
no sissy pens;  we wield 'em guns
me canna count but me's no dunce

Clompers bare;  me sneakers hocked
jiggle barefoot roll and rock 
breathe in deep me dead-rat whiff 
and suck me wacky backy spliff

Workavoidic...

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You're a horse with an idiot paint job,
all zig-zaggy blacketty-white
you stand out when you're in a snowdrift
and can't even hide in the night.
Outrunning a Cheetah you canna
not graceful like any Gazelle
for living out on the Savanna
your life must be probably hell.
I once tried your flesh...

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I have a dream of.....

Meandering paths and water lillies
Topiary hedges and mazes of green
Splashes of color across the lawn
Succulent fruits all for the picking

Bleeding hearts, buttercups
Elephant ears, paperwhites
Canna, easter, and daylillies
Caladiums and flowering grasses

Perfect meter, perfect rhyme
Balanced into beautiful blossoms
Ressurection of perrenials
Springtime treasures and autumns...

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hummingbird drinks from
orange canna lily bloom...
jack decapitates  


jack=Jack Frost, Hoar's Frost, etc....

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Undiscovered poets hear me, to PH draw near, 
This just might be a good chance for your views to ring clear.

An email address you need to get up and running, 
Huge monkeys it‘s said could really write something stunning.

So grab paper and pen, come as...

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Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance.                                                     ...

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Golden Glowing Biscuits

Eohippus at the dawn of history rides off the earth
His son the dawn horse rides out on the day
First through a lush field of heather up ahead
Guided by shifting westward winds
Then over the hills of clover running to the cliff
Down labyrinths of canyons...

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Enough to make
The heart quake…
The smile on Ruby’s lips

Enough to cause 
The pulse to pause…
The curve of Ruby’s hips

Enough to light 
The darkest sky
The sound of Ruby’s sighs…

Enough as such
The feel and touch
The heat of hands and thighs

Enough…and yet not quite
The most stunning sunset
Canna’ match...

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