Best Scot Poems

You know that I won
Some say I clear lost
Their whines so exhaust
Wrong man they just crossed.

How wrong they all are
Fools to a man
When I've only began
To work out my plan.

Just wait and see
The Don at his best
When put to the test
I’ll make them all stressed.

First...

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I've lived in my land all of my life
travelled in many other lands on holiday
but always to return to what I call home
cause it's special always come what may

The weather is well documented as dull
but has its bright spells not often as it should
when the...

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They don’t kill politicians anymore
though some might say they should
Those vermin breeding malcontents
all worms in rotten wood 

To feast on dreams of hope and change
and sell what pain has bought
They rape our souls in daylight scorned
—no punishment when caught

(The New Room: July, 2022)...

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There was a young Scot name of McTingle
He wore bells that cried out he was single
He was a crazy little guy
All the girls gave him a sigh
When he got excited, he would jingle...

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It's my desire to politically campaign
In the White House I desire to reign
The American people his votes will he gain
All Senators will be asked to abstain

There will be no cause for complain
Because the voters will remain in the main
All their questions in the press room...

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Q.1. Why Poor People get pain and suffering from haters in backward society?
Q.2. What should be done monsters wearing human skin in our society?
Q.3. When a culture justifies killing doesn't that mean society is extremely intolerant?
Q.4. What are your remarks on jirga decisions?
Q.5. Do honor/horror...

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Comin Thro the Rye
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, Jenny's all wet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
 
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye.
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
 
Should a...

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The Captain's new wife was "true blue"
Whilst he stayed The Wives Club main screw
But rather than pout
When the Captain was out
She serviced his troops two by two...

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Ballad
by William Soutar
translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

O, surely you have seen my love
Down where the waters wind:
He walks like one who fears no man
And yet his eyes are kind!

O, surely you have seen my love
At the turning of the tide:
For then he gathers in his...

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The Watergaw
by Hugh MacDiarmid
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

One wet forenight in the sheep-shearing season
I saw the uncanniest thing—
a watergaw with its wavering light
shining beyond the wild downpour of rain ...
and I thought of the last wild look that you gave
when you knew you were...

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