Best Glaswegian Poems

SCOTLAND

Very big sign on highway A1   going southways    
Out of Scotland into England,  
Painted with thistles, tartans, bagpipes,  says
“Haste ye back to bonnie Scotland”.
The  other side of road has a  small squat
Stone saying one word ...

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After the end of World War One 
The world said Scotland shipbuilding is done,
No longer would anyone pay their bills
For lowland coal and cotton mills.

Fifty thousand Scots per year
Boarded ships with immigrant fears,
The roaring twenties was not just fashion
But Atlantic jet-streams and cheap ticket rations.


Great Grandpa...

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I got my Teddy on my first Christmas Day,
And ever since then in by my side he would stay,
He would travel with me whilst out in my pram,
And accompany me on both train and on tram,
Off to the shops, or to visit my Nan,
And so...

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JIM

Gigging for free, for fun, our choice -
Fur  coat,  waistcoat, beads: 
He sang of Prince Charlie, glens, hero’s deeds.
Scruffy blue jeans, timbre in his voice.
Fridays  at the folkmusic club,  jamming.

His place one night funniest thing ever heard -
His  and ...

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I see my flag unfurl
In the cold North wind it curls
Against the evening backdrop of the Edinburgh sky

So with the skirl of pipes
And the rhythmic beat of drum
Down the Royal mile the loyal Scotsman come

So now we have independence
At dear long last were free
But that...

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Mike is a Glaswegian who trains with the Wildcats,
The wheelchair rugby team who like taking centre,
He was born on the 13th December 1982, the stats,
But had a diving accident in 2000 which did batter.

He was studying at college in health and fitness,
But during his rehab...

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NOSTALGIA  FOR  SCOTLAND.
 
Scotland - wet summer afternoon: 
Marketplace cats hide under wind-whipped stalls. 
No weather difference from November to June :
The marketeers pull tight their shawls.

Gritting their teeth against the gale,
German linguistics students are full of praise
For  the local Gaelic dialect...

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Lost in thought between the Scottish mountain
where the cloud impregnates the mist
and sun rests weary hand
and would a Glaswegian superhero
be called Quality Man...

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