Best Walter Scott Poems
Death--- the last sleep? No the final awakening.
---Walter Scott
I am merely a thousand of winds that blow.
You will see me in the winter’s snow,
a glinting diamond glow.
Fleeting sunlight, I will become
that lingers and glows on the grain.
I will soon become the gentle autumn’s rain
that washes away your sorrow.
I will meet you a gentle rush in
the sweet mornings hush.
I will live on and not sleep
for I will not die.
In the night when you feel alone
I will not be gone for I will become
the soft night stars glow.
For I will continue on to a plane
beyond the windowpane.
You should not weep for I do
not sleep.
For I shall not die but live on till
we meet once more.
This is not about me so no concerns this is for a friend.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Can't help but to recall this famous quote from Sir Walter Scott...
When one reads the latest revelations on the financial scandal that is 1MDB...
Touted as a sovereign fund to help the economy of the Malaysian Nation...
What has been revealed so far is a tangled web of deception for the nation...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
At the onset of of the saga of 1MDB, it was a sovereign fund entity....
It sourced for billions and billions in cash money for seed capital initially....
Taking out monstrous loans using guarantees from the government...
No red flags were raised, despite reservations from the management...
When the numero uno signatory is the Finance Minister himself...
And it being so he is also the Prime Minister, who is to question...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
The wheels of international justice are turning, investigations are revealing..
Convoluted money trails of obscenely huge amounts to the tune of billions..
From Singapore to Switzerland to Luxemburg to Australia to the United States..
And a couple of other countries with highly principled banking standards...
Are seeking to unravel the this global money scandal with the highest stakes..
Wall Street Journal expose is churning out scandalous information of the investigations..
While in the home country of Malaysia, political warlords brush off all revelations..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A single plea of innocence was well propped up with tales of donation...
As gifted from individual or individuals, ultimately from a dead Arabian King..
Stalwart political warlords were nevertheless resolute in defending...
As a much tainted political leader wisely maintains a eloquent silence...
Even as political foes and the knowing public cry out their frustrations...
Horrified and anxious over the repercussions from this 1MDB financial cancer..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
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Sir Walter Scott
In the cold refused to squat
He lived on a boat
That refused to float.
19/05/14
Oh, what tangled webs we’re willing to weave,
When from our good senses we take leave,
Ignoring the Higher power.
With reckless abandon and lavish expenses,
We drink bitter dregs sin’s cup dispenses,
For sensual pleasures of the hour.
We pay for the pleasures we pursue,
For a measure of mirth, exciting and new.
“Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”
Why believe a lie from history cast
Depriving us of life with future vast;
Weaving tangled webs, empty and dry?
Christ is the answer. Give Him a try.
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive.—Sir Walter Scott
The World Wide Web,
Is a daunting thing.
It connects us with others,
We've never seen.
We navigate with caution,
Not knowing what lurks.
A valuable road map,
In spite of its' quirks.
With due diligence we filter,
The lies from the truth.
Always accepting its' flaws,
Because of its' youth.
Walter Scott said it best,
Though I doubt he did conceive,
His prophetic pen to paper,
In "What a tangled web we weave".
Nigh on ninescore year hae I
Preside o'er thaes city faer
But i' shoundna be me on thaes stule
In Mad King Gaerge's Squaer
In life a saemple claerk o' law
Who frae Edinburrah hael
'nd 's kent tae woo thae lasses
Wi' an auld ramaentic tael
Naw I set upon mae paerch
'nd watch Glaswegians pass
'nd time again mae eye doth fix
Upon a bonny lass
Thaer be but one wee aeggravation
I 'ud gladly tae shed
Faer I'ud rathaer dae wi'out
Thae seagael on mae haed
August 25, 2017
“Half church of God, half castle ‘gainst
the Scot”,
Sir Walter Scott enthused when from this bridge
he wondered at the majesty of Durham,
as so did I, and countless youthful eyes
before and since, bright futures beckoning.
She must have revelled in this lovely place,
her footsteps would no doubt have often paused
as from these ancient stones she’d gaze awhile
and thank the fates that held her eager hand.
For a few brief moments she would relish
as did I, and then forever cherish
those golden years. But now a cruel wind
has torn her from this earthly world.
Bereft, we can but pray she’s looking down,
reflecting fondly on the joys she knew,
on memories beloved and pleasures shared,
and maybe, through the mists of time there shines
a vision of this special place, and happier times.
False love
False love,and thou played me this
In the summer among the flower?
I will repay thee back again
In winter among the showers.
Unless again, again, my love.
Unless you turn again:
As you with other maidens rove,
I'll smile on other men.
sir walter scott ,
Our human race has kept its place
in evolutionary pace
amid the species that have sprung
from earthly parentage among
some vanishing without a trace.
A quest for home in outer space
in lieu of earth in madcap chase
is pushing to the brink far-flung
our human race.
A world will mirror dwellers’ face.
Lest earthlings suffer fall from grace
‘unwept, unhonored, and unsung’,
yet may we speak in global tongue
and learn in living to embrace
our human race.
~ Harley White
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The poem is a rondeau…
Quote from “The Lay of the Last Minstrel” (1805), by Walter Scott…
“True love is the gift God has given to man alone beneath
the heaven” – Walter Scott
You’re a precious gift of gorgeous gem God has given me,
the celestial glimmer of divine treasure in you I always see.
I express heartfelt humble gratitude to Him in return,
while I give you the exquisite gift I cherish, for it’s my turn.
I make my adoring heart as alluring as a springtime rose,
lay on your entrancing eyes as a dream when they close.
I make my enticing smile as sparkling as opalescent dew,
adorn your mind’s meadow each morn with sunburst hue.
My ardent love for you is as vibrant as my poem’s rhyme,
on its melodic wave I’ll keep you afloat till the end of my time.
O yon Loch Ness Monster
is come out of the lake
through all the wide border
his tail left a wake
and save his fire-breathing
he weapons had none
he swam all unharmed
and fair maidens he won
so faithful in love
yet so very messy
there never was wee beastie
like the young dragon Nessie
(With apologies to Sir Walter Scott)