Best Stirling Poems

“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged...

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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and...

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I have two pairs of boots for walking
one is navy and the other brown
really comfortable they are
step by step up and down

On my travels around...

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The Secret of Christmas

Who could not wish for Christmas?
For I have been witness with my own eyes
I have felt the humanity and joy raining from...

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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much...

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I volunteered for service in the RAF in early 1942,
When I’d just become 18 and got three shillings a day;
I became a Wireless Operator/Air Gunner...

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It started in Stirling, English blood was shed 
A hero was named, All around men lay dead 
The claymore was wielded against many a foe...

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The Castle On White Otter Lake

That rustic, old log castle
Stands facing the lake.
Built by hand, by one man
To acknowledge his presence,
In a changing world, he...

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Now this is a little story of the caravan that rocked
Whether parked in roadside lay-bys, the locals were never shocked

They travelled from the Highlands and...

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I will stand in the heather,
I will stand in the glen,
I'll defend my Bannockburn,
With horse, pike and men.

As Bruce I command,
As Robert I will die,
But...

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Rods of iron
All around me – 
No way out.
They ask me to sing,
I don’t want to; yet,
I still do.
I try to break free,
But all I...

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Disharmony tinted blond, mars the house
My thoughts as cluttered as the mess
The sun slips in as I lie on my couch
It splatters a gem on...

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As winter's last barbaric breath
Resounds upon the Stirling hills
New season brings in sun and warmth
Makes a widow of winter's chill.

In winter's fist that held me...

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Away back in time many centuries ago,
In the land that I live and know best,
Things were not quite so easy,
You struggled and life was a...

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An Arturo Vaso Full Of

?An Arturo Vaso full of vicissitudes of life 
Which I will want for me and my wife. 
Lindsey is truly Stirling...

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