Best Glen Poems

The phantoms of Glen Affric call
from deep within the histosol,

where time and matter’s slow decay
of misty glen and ancient fray,

conceal Mackenzie ghosts in wait
with weapons drawn to greet their fate

of claymore blade; of Celtic cross,
to shed the blood of William Ross,

and stain the sphagnum bryophyte,
his...

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She comes to me when e’er she will,
When starlight sprinkles my windowsill.
When the dew finds rest upon the grass
She taps upon my window glass.

I go outside to be with her,
To share a moment soft and pure,
But she soon glides away down a wooded lane
And I...

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Through my living room window
I see the most beautiful glen
With granites of grey
Towering up to a Ben

Greened spreads of heather
Purples and white
Amidst an ocean of green
A most wonderful sight

Forested slopes
Carpet the glens sides
Whilst a sparkling river
Centers the great divide

I look to the skies
As they turn...

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tall stands the buck
guarding troth of loins
no spore of man
long flies the bullet
death silently comes
~//~

4-5-4-5-5 (23)
© Sept 25 2010  Charles Henderson
5 th in Chris's Tanka contest...

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Where sparking moss hides these loving 
magical creatures,
Who come out and sit giggling on 
your pen.

They swim and play in the green
sweet river, Spring being their delectable 
their time of year.
Bringing you joyous thoughts on
translucent, rainbow  wings.

They gather around poets with spiritual, 
ebullient attitudes.
If...

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Glen Campbell – A Special Person
      It was September 4th, 1968 and I threw an empty suitcase into the trunk of my car, telling Joan, my daughter, that I might not be home to celebrate her birthday. She would turn...

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ANTS HOG GLEN

Fiery red burns
Autumn orange
Army ants learn
How to hog Glen
High winged pigs
Fly blue in tune
Suctioning mouths
Pulling helium 
Balloons

	



© Kim van Breda—18 November 2015...

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Fireflies flicker and flutter beneath the dancing trees
exotic breezes whisk and whisper through limbs and leaves
The Golden Goddess of Garden Glen breaths evergreen
Her elfish essence is magic and Her spirit gleens
for it's merely a moment at the wonder She whiles
She wiggles and giggles and then...

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Attended a performance of the old Glen Miller band
You younger folks might not remember this man
Back in the war years
We all shed a tear
Missing over the Channel, but we all remain fans


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Friends, dear friends, thanks for your effervescence
Miss the camaraderie at Antrim Glen, always present
When we moved away, it left a big void
Our time there was totally filled with joy
Still miss it so much, the longing hasn't lessened...

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From my window, down the Glen I look
Amidst forested slopes, a stretch of water lies
Seeing it once can leave the viewer hooked
I now know why it's hard to bid goodbye 

Wandering far, limpid blue loch says hello
It's sublime beauty seizes my leisure walk
Alongside whisky coloured...

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There are showers of leaves within our glen

Because autumn has come upon us

I go there often, each tortuous step

To remember and to imagine

You danced here in exuberant circles

Arms extended, whirling madly

Celebrating who you were in a moment of magic

Before laughing and collapsing upon the leaves

That...

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Deer  me ...

Head  bangers

Stuck  in  a  rut  ....

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Dappled sunlight dancing among the trees in the wooded glen
Lingering amongst the wood where it has ancient been
She dances fast, and sometimes slow, the tempo ever changing
Gentle breeze she stirs the trees; the mood is scintillating 

The crystal clear water sparkles with a silvery light
Like...

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Doing an Irish Jig***

(To the music of The Bothy Band)
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So early in the morning,
If you looked, you
Couldn’t tell that I
Was really awake,
With my mind mixing
Through an...

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