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
Categories:
guid, anger, conflict, freedom, heartbreak,
Form: Dramatic Verse
The heartache, the heart pain,
The heart desire, the heart gain.
The heart needs, the heart hope
The heart fails, the heart drop
The heart believes the heart don’t
The heart strengthens, the heart fears
The heart loves, the heart, hates
The heart is evil, the heart is good
The heart is lonely, the heart wholesome
The heart lost to much but don’t know what to see
For you are my light and path please guide me
Categories:
guid, god, heart, lonely, lost
Form: Free verse
Caledonia her laund is oor laund,
Caledonia her laund is ma laund
A laund wherr ithers ur walcome,
As we haud oot oor hand
In friendship an tak ye aw in,
As brithers fur aw that.
Caledonia we hailse you foriver,
Caledonia the braw kintre,
Whaur fowk ur aye at hame,
Wherr ithers feel richt at hame,
Whaur affront is ne.er oor aim,
An deceit fur laund wi lea alane.
Caledonia yer nae wanes slave,
Caledonia ne,er unner Sassenach fit,
A laund fu o kemps aplenty,
Free tae skail guid rid bluid,
We urny hinder tae scowth-and -roth
An will fecht tae uphaud oor richts.
A kintre o men free wi lealtie tae,
Auld alba caws tae us frae whiles bygane,
Wi sangs an ports fae the pipes ,
Filling the hairt wi pride an courage,
An we will fechttae protect oor ain,
An free auld alba frae colonial pain.
Categories:
guid, conflict, courage, feelings, grief,
Form: Ballad
As i search my imperfect overlay
I gaze in the kathreftis.
I see which has become revolting through
my perception
Shes saying sumting:
She talks...
Iam the sight on which you lay your eyes each time
you look in a kathreftis,and everytime u lay ur eyes
On me
I will reveal that which you have forgotten.
I was there when you were born ,when u took ur first breath.
I have walked with you the road and even when u doudted yourself
I believed in you .
Ive counted your tears.
Ive watched you care,hate,love,got dissapointed ,
Now you look onto me with revoltfull eyes
Iam who u wanted me to be
I can be your guid... or i can be your worst nightmare
Treat me as i have treated you
Categories:
guid, abuse, analogy, anger, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyound the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
......Helter Skelter.......
Categories:
guid, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
When ah sairly look doon frae up oan high
Frae ma cloud warmed dookit in the azure sky
At aw the drunken bloated bletherums
Wha meet fur ma birthday's kilted getherums
Tae feast sae dearly oan neeps an' tatties
Wi' yon sonsie puddin' we aye cry haggis
Tae toast wi' wee haufs o'usquebaugh ma name
Ah huvtae admit tae a real sense o' shame
Ah widnae want tae be seen deid wi' ony o'thum.
No e'en fur the whale o' a guid king's ransom.
Sic beanos fur ithers might be fine 'n' dandy
Just gie me time fur a wee bit o' hoochmagandy.
'Twas wi' the lassies ah dearly lo'ed tae gambol
Fur they queens aw did mak ma knees tae tramble.
Categories:
guid, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Geordie is ma brother; some say he is a hero!
Me, ah ken better an’ his rating’s close tae zero!
He likes tae hog the flair wi’ jokes oh say dreary’
Efter twenty meenits we grow a wee tadge weary.
He has a better side but it’s hidden oot o’ sight,
An’ onything he says, Ye’ve guessed, he is ayewis right!
Ah’m no sayin’ he is stoopid, that wid be unkind;
Aw he really needs is a kick up his behind.
Hooever, he’s ma brither sae ah’m gi’en’ him some flack;
Ah’m share that when he reads this he’ll gi’e me plenty back:
Ah suppose ah really like him, weel jist a tiny bit,
Even wi’ his awfy childish doonbeat wit!
Ah should stope ma ramblin’s an tell ye somethin’ guid!
It isna really true that his heed is made o’ wid;
Naw, he’s truly brilliant….when he is far awa’,
An’ talkin’ oan the telephone he’s like a babblin’ Craw.
AYE FOLKS THAT’S MA BRITHER!!!!!! An’ ah love him!
Categories:
guid, brother, funny, humorous,
Form: Verse
There is nothing left for me to do on this earth,
I have said and done my dues for this world that's so cursed.
Every move I make is for you my king of kings and lord of lords,
Make me new and purify my heart and soul, hear my word.
It seems like every move I make now is all to get myself ready,
Ready to step into your holy presence all so steady.
I can't live without you my lord,
Without you I get really really board.
I can't walk this road alone,
Take my hand and walk me through all these stones.
Guid my soul, so that I can wall into the holy of holies,
This prayer should say it all God, I'm yours for ever once again.
Categories:
guid, dedication, devotion, faith, inspirational,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The wings of my heart fly and guid me
through the atmosphere of pain and suffering.
They calm me as I glid over the mountains and
through the fluffy clouds that move along with me.
The clouds guide my wings as if I were a pilot, flying
through the sky of my Soul.
Oh! How lovely are these wings! They fit just right. I
would never want to take them off. At times, I do have to
take them off. On the days when my heart feels at ease, I put
them aside; safe in my Soul.
At the times that I must struggle with my existence, I pull
them out and quickly put them on so that I don't get lost;
lost in the deep end of the ocean.
I need these wings to guide me in the right and hopeful
paths through my life's journey.
I don't have them yet. I have to save money for them
and get my pilot license, too; it is too expensive.
Ha! Ha!
Categories:
guid, hope, lifeheart, heart, me,
Form: Prose Poetry
She wid bustle aboot; she liked tae get oot,
did Annie.
She wis ayewis there; a breath o' fresh air,
wis Annie.
She had loads o' pals, laddies an' gals,
had Annie.
She wis aye guid fun, as bright as the sun,
dear Annie.
She wis awfy smert, wi' a great big hert,
wis Annie.
She'd pass ye by, wi' a twinkle in her eye,
wid Annie.
Whit a sad day when she passed away:
'Slangie' tae Annie. (A final toast)
Look up in the sky, she's pretty close by,
is Annie!
She'll watch oe'r you, nae maiter whit ye do,
will Annie.
She'll say, "no tae fret", noo that's a fair bet!
"Eh Annie!"
Categories:
guid, death, hope, sympathy
Form: Verse