Best Placesday Poems
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.
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/
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.
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
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-5.php
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~
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
There lies in Salem
An abandoned church
It's outer walls
Blackened to black
The story behind this
Goes back many years
In the witches trials
17th century fears
Two courts
Convicted twenty nine people
Nineteen were hanged
From high, like a steeple
On the day they were hanged
As witches they were tamed
The skies above became black
Its the day the crows came
The church became shadowed
Under their mass in the sky
Lured by the nineteen
Who were hung out to dry
What did they do
To be become so feared
In these days of the past
When anybody could be smeared
Every year
Is exactly the same
The skies become black
The day the crows came
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-7.php
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.