A Shepherd's Day by Suzanne Alexander (SA)
Wee, from East then West!
Seen one side then Next.
Feel a beautiful day, start is laid
Sjoe, from sting of Ray.This said,
Baa, from Ewe - distinct face!
Moor from one side at annex she graze,
Aye mi smeel yummy scone buttered.
Lighe nam lips whilst I muttered.
Shoo, splish-splash rain came unforseen
raining stairs of rods clearly seen
soil exposed with heathered bole
the red pigment irks the soul.
Ewe, come, sinn cùm sàbhailte!
to the huge bole hole, wee time, to shed.
Close jist ower the way so near,
baa, from rascal Mule , mi clu from ear.
C' mon ye little mule so blue
Safe its here by bole used as hue.
The noo! Mule. He came then settled.
Jack Snipe seen in marsh nestled.
Far in the distance a thunderclap
Meat today with pap.
With money earned just a little.
and hands brittle.
As the rain drops snipes my face,
Content I am to run , this race
Yet a sadness for unfair wage
But joyful not being in a cage.
Day, from graft then came night
Hame my manor is in sight.
Safe the ewe and mule I put,
aye, that'll dae. Day in tear and joy shut.
This world is full of noise,enough to burst,
your mind and destroy well being lust,
noise from traffic on ground and air,
from telly,s ,radios and everywhere.
Gies a break we aa bellow,
makin mair noise for fellow,
humans who walk the same path,
work it oot dae the math,
as oor cousins wid sey across the watter,
haud oan a meenit ah heed yer call,
whits wrang wi noise does it really matter.
Aye it does my fairweether freends,
caises pain in yins lugs and heid,
those wi issues hate this aa the time,
produces anxiousness and depressed need.
Get tae the wids trendies cry,
wildlife an trees wull help ye fly,
even in the daurkest realms of root,
tae mony bodies causing mair noise.
Jumpin in secluded pools delighted shouts,
or faaing fae the heevens oan broken sheets,
flapping ,twirling adrenalin urging,
Bikes hurtling alaang secret paths,
get oot the wey comes the noisy cry,
Lets shoot the craw and leave this place,
seek oot the spots tae find yer solace.
Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies
Burn oor birches aside the lough,
Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom,
Dictating oor days tae come,
No from the pint o a gun,
Fae laws an promises broken.
Lees an lees spout forth like watter
Lives expended as if they dinnae matter,
Feel the Jacobite spirit again,
Ready tae fecht like scotsmen again,
Like warrior poets risen from the glen,
Fae the mists o the past remember,
Oor freedom wis wun sending Edward hame,
Yon wis the past a new war begun noo,
No wi claymores ,targes an guns,
This time its ideals an Eton buffers,
Those who wid sell oor birthrights
Tae mak us slaves an servile peasants,
Using stealth ,treachery an unco ither weys
Rogues they be crooks ,cheats and thieves
Seeming beyond reproach wi things hidden
Frae us puir mortals aye they wull dae us doon,
Sic a time as this tae fecht fur whit is oors
Naw mair begging fur aa few scraps
Fae a table fu wi guid things ,
Scraps urny fur us we ur free loons
Burthit free an deeing we wull be free,
Ur ye ready tae rise yince agin?
Andrew P mcintyre 14/09/2020
She said if I could be her for 1 minute
I'd understand her love for me is timeless
Imagine painting pictures with phrases
Listen to the words and see the vision
She described me like a good book
She said I walked with confidence
Full of common sense
I said I want her heart to be my home
I felt so misunderstood and alone
My heart was mishandled
Love life Sahara dry
You showered me with love
And believed in me, why?
I have been searching most my life
For love with no worries or strife
You’re my partner
Soon to be wife
You and I are one
Love has just begun
I hope these feelings
Last a lifetime
Sweeter than sugar
Glad your all mine
The sun doesn’t always shine
But rainbows exist we’ll be fine
By Great Dae
Stand up and stand out
Speak up or show out
Witness turned Accomplice
With Silence
Seeking Peace
But met with violence
Will it end will stop
It’s been years maybe not
Marching for centuries
Didn’t deter the deaths or injuries
Of the innocent
Racist malevolence
Prevailed like prejudice
People In high places
Full of hate and envy
Based on races
Time to change this
Systematic racism
Tradition has been tragic
Countless closed caskets
Conservatives won’t admit it
What’s “White Privilege”?
To see real change
takes more than a village
Change has to be global
Like the pandemic
Universal classless
Right to life & liberty
Even if you’re cashless
With no assets
Stand up when there’s doubt
Speak up to reroute
By Great Dae
City of Vices
Beaches Daisy Dukes and Sunshine
Dirty Cops and Palm Trees
By Great Dae
Many ah nights wed sit on our ain
Wondering weather or no my da wid be hame.
Ma poor wee maw she's gone insane
Coz hes been dame it a lot
an no coming hame.
Wen he finally does hes holding
his head down in shame.
I'd lie an listen to her cry
in my bed at night
I'd try to help her through her pain .
Make sure she was alright
But he'd always dae it again .
Wen he's drunk he didn't care
He'd hurt her even mare.
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
A fearsome gale tearing through Torry,
Took young Dot and Tyson away.
She met a dodger, drunk and ned as well,
Stuck for words, whit wid she say?
Now, evil wis lurkin’ aroon’ the corner,
It wis the wicked witch o’ the North East.
If young Dot wis tae survive,
She wid hae tae beat the beast!
She finally got the witch’s burberry cap,
Which wid help her get aheid.
And all the little casuals happily sang,
‘Heymin! The wicked witch is deid!’
Dot wis noo ready tae find the ‘Big Man’
Her brain wis in one mode.
Noo, a’ that Dot needed tae dae,
Wis follow the Granite brick road.
She found hersel’ back in her hoose,
Bemused at far she hud been.
Now lookin’ at some weel kent faces,
So wis this a’ a dream?
Whit'll ye dae when the Muslims come
If they bring thur minarets,mosques and imams
An' ower the city sound the muezzins' prayer alarms
An' they mak great play o' daein' Ramadan
An' profit frae sellin liquor they themselves ban
Glesga,whit'll ye dae?
Whit'll ye dae when the Muslims come
If they wrap thur wummin in niqab and burqa
An' insist oan usin' the courts Sharia
An' don't let ye mak jokes aboot the prophet
An' tell ye ,if ye dae,ye'd better come aff it
Glesga,whit'll ye dae?
Whit'll ye dae when the Muslims come
If they chant"Allahu Akbar" wi' thur guns in thur fists
An' blaw thumsels up wi' thur suicide vests
An' aw this efter shootin' hunners ae us
An' blamin' the West fur aw ae the fuss
Haw Glesga,whit'll ye dae?
Skiet mis
In plaas van woorde uit my pen
Vloei trane uit my hart se oog
Sodra ek sien ek het gewen
Besef ek hoe haar blom uitdroog
In minder as net sewe dae
verloor haar hart sy steun. En weer
probeer oortuig dat wat ek vra:
“Vergeet eenvoudig van die seer”
Verwagtend na die nuwe droom
Voor tyd sy skade weer oopvlek
Vloei woorde na my put se stroom
Waar trane uit ‘n boog vertrek
Tref mis alweer – onsekerheid.
Jy skild en pantserlaag jou hart!
Met ystepyl gelowigheid,
oortuigend, mik ek sonder smart
Verlore tegniek
Waar is die dae, toe ek nog kon soen?
Wie het geweet wat die storie sou kos?
Hoeveelste doelwit het ek weer gemis?
Hoekom het ek dan maar altyd verloor?
Waar is my roem en my rykdom dan heen?
Wie was die dief in die nag wat my roof?
Liefde se ore is nou vir my doof!
Waar is die dae toe ek “Ek kan” kon sê
Nou is dit net “Ek kon” wat ek nog kan sê
Besef hoe my skematiese lewensstyl
‘n stylvolle lewe - maar soekend - verspul
My dae was getel, en vir altyd verkul
Geen iets van niks, het meer waarde as nul
Sal ek van vooraf moet se “Ek kan weer”?
Het al die “Kan nie’s" my dalk iets geleer?
We're oan the march wi' Nicola's army
We're oan the road tae kingdom come
Nae matter whit the English dae
We're gonna hiv oor way
And fund Scotland wi' oor oil Elysium.
We're oan the road wi' Nicola's army
It's cheerio tae aw oor auld chums
For we're gonnae try oor luck
And we don't give a flyin' f**k
As we march alang tae independence drums.
We're oan the march wi' Nicola's army
Wi' Tommy's mob marchin' side by side
Noo Labour his loast the place
We will step up oor pace
And leave the UK wi' oor Scottish pride.
We're oan the march wi Nicola's army
As we dream aboot oor ain Macaliphate
Nae matter whit the English say
It's gonnae be oor day
As the EU welcomes oor brand new Scottish state.
Wur in RE an the nuns are gien
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t know sista,’ ah tell hur.
She isnae happy an tells mae tae hink aboot it. So ah dae
an ah wurk oot Jesus wis god. It wis a trick kweschin,
‘he didnae hiv ah mither.’ Ma
sweet stoats aff the side ae ma heid.
She’s spittin in ma coupon fur a name, an
diggin hur digits in ma neck.
‘Ah doan’t know who Jesus’ friggin mither wis!’
Miraculously ah float tae the front ae the cless. Ma haun’s oot,
bit ah doan’t hink shill hit mae wae that big stick. Thwack!
Ah look doon it the bloody gash through ma puddlin
eyes, ‘yoo’ve broke ma haun’ ah croak,
then turn roon an boak.
Glancing back, twas as a dream within this dream to me....
Some distant of surreal yet twisted play and I was but a child
At life's mercy trying to navigate no, simply surviving perhaps her
World in woe climbing aneath their desk while the sirens wailed wondering
If every tiny heart held their sorrows as this child ? Covering, new borne lights
Pledging allegiance towards an atrocity at the time we could not know: fast
forward
Beyound his black as white renditions body bags, where nothing has changed
except the date ?
Their conqueror worms reciting abomination's ushering declarations living
breathing situations in dae, they trust.
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