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Montego Bay Memories

I hear the panting of the feet
Like calypso music, breathless and sweet
The rhumba playing in the heart
And diverse tongues caught by the web of art
Same as the mento of the sea
Same as the mento of the sea

Campbell, Sutta, Cliffy and I
Sweet guineps, or mangoes and sun's silver eye
Pressed by the weight of enterprise
We trafficked dreams, but could not name the prize
Poicianna blossoms falling
Poincianna blossoms falling

Youth then, the sweatless memory
Montego Bay, our boyhood bright city
And dusty feet, from street to street
Where at compassions edge we eat
Behold us now bleating with love
Behold us now bleating with love

And, O, I shall come back again
Perhaps to seek, and long for friends in vain
Pyaba and his dancers gone
But still the bright hibiscus blooms the dawn
And withers in the noon day heat
And withers in the noon day heat

I long to climb the coral cliff
I feel the kites excited as they lift
The cares of our hearts skyward, free
Like parasails now o'er the shining sea
And mark the heights our dreams could go
And mark the heights our dreams could go.

Premium Member The Linlithgow Marches

The Linlithgow Marches


On the first Tuesday after
The second Thursday in June
A day steeped in history
Marches day in Lithca Toon

The royal charter granted
Back in thirteen eighty nine
Demands the border riding
To keep all the laws in line

When mustered at the town cross
pipes playing  ‘the roke and row’
The good folk of Linlithgow
Bring the past into the now

It is Linlithgow’s mission
A proudly held tradition




Brian’s ‘sonnet me’ contest 21st April 2010

Marches Day- the riding of the borders of the royal burgh of Linlithgow
‘roke and the row’—a pipe tune played at sunrise on marches day
Lithca Toon—Linlithgow town
www.linlithgowmarches.co.uk/

Premium Member Peighinn Nam Fadhla - An T-Eilean Dorcha

We walked and talked for hours as we sat on the golden sands
A fine yellow grain so soft, found on Benbecula's open lands

We are so fortunate on this day no swell from the Atlantic shows
The morning sun into the afternoon warms in smiling loving glow

The salty air attracts our taste, as if to say it's there
In splendid scenery surround we absorb and politely stare

We marvel at the breakers as they land with a soft applause
Taking in this day so calm, knowing nature can change with cause

Our afternoon now wanes as we head back along the coast
Looking forward to the evening ceilidh, and to this Dark Island we will toast 









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Peers

Peers
Eye remember the last time eye respected and emulated mye peers they peered all over 
mee. While eye jumped from piers with pears and pares the toenails from the edifice of hice 
bewails while jumping pairs of twice brickled edifice pickled in the briny sea side limping on 
both feet after fourteen miles a day of hiking where the sun is shade. Eye have a memory 
that seldom comes but sometimes when annoyed eye remember getting mad at mye new 
friend eye made while travelling. We were sitting in the overpass of freeways looking glasses 
turned down to drain the light of flashes. Eye took mye flashlight to the concrete underpass 
and smashed it. My friend was asking what was wrong with me so eye had to get creative 
quickly. Not wanting to dismember him eye quickly said this was done at your behest not 
understanding none of this he sighed and walked away to live another day that’s best. For 
eye was only wanting solitude and rest. He got drunks and sold the knives. Drunkards 
wanting tankards full furnish many people with foolish things for below cost no advertising 
word of mouth just hand to hand attained detachments. They sell cars at second hand prices 
and deter the will to live. Telling old defeated Granny she must drive like a snail to get there 
and she will. Adding multiples of two and coming to conclusions of one more addled brain a 
female peers out her window now hoping he is still in love he must not understand the 
female mind. Tonite when eye am dead to world in vain misunderstanding of mye namme 
eye will peers from undercovers trying not to cry tomorrow eye will greet that dawn with 
happiness in time.

Life In a Dream...

I wake up and get ready for work,
At 3AM, my day starts early;
A cup of ahwa* gives me a perk,
At this time of day there’s still much to see;

I’m off with my crew to Saqqara,
So the dig for the day can commence;
Where the Pyramid of Djoser leaves me in awe,
And a newly discovered tomb has us waiting in suspense;

Usually we stay there ‘til darkness does us in,
And go home exhausted at the end of the day;
Our days are filled from the time they begin,
Laying out grids for the crew to survey;

Life in Egypt is almost surreal,
Living dangerous and extreme;
But then I wake up and reveal,
My life in Egypt is only a dream!

*ahwa is a type of coffee they drink in Egypt

~EGYPT~

~For the Over the Rainbow contest~

Eyeopener

Day one, I become filled with doubt
then I figured I'm not getting out.
 Day two, where's my clothes?, I don't like freeballing.
everytime I see a phone I keep calling.
 Day three, O' well I'm going up stairs,
all alone seems like nobody cares.
 Day four, could this man be scared of me?, (video Judge)
I don't know but he's only seen on TV.
 Day five, I didn't come here for no test,
dear God, get me outta this mess.
 Some officers are okay and some are good,
at least I don't have to worry about one wearing a hood.
 Day six, to a program they carried me,
I didn't request this, I wanna go to GP.
 The first day of classes were alright,
as I got to sleep here's the CO cutting on the light.
 Now it's around four and time to eat,
man, I don't know if I'm gonna make it all week.
 Day seven the phone finally goes through,
the voice on the line says "we are thru".
 I head back to my bunk feeling upset,
here comes the CO talking bout armband check.
 I'm tired of this game I don't want to play anymore,
would you, or could somebody open this door.
 As I'm lying down waiting for day eight,
I wanna use the phone I can't wait.
 Ten people ahead of me what am I gonna do?,
finally, now let me find out what's up: doo,doo,dooo
      We're sorry.................................

T.W.I.S.T.
JLM


Premium Member All Things Made New

One day no eye will tear and cry
or heaving hearts in mourning sigh

One day the sea will lap no shore
and this earth will be no more

One day green will salve and heal
as the Lamb's servants wear his seal

One day there will be no night
for God himself will be the light

One day the redeemed will see Jesus face-to-face
that day pain itself will have no place.

See More at Rev 21&22

Inspired by the form of J Wilbur Chapman's famous hymn.

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