Heid Poems - Poems about Heid

... 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 ......

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...“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot, As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street. Tae nae yin in particular. Did he vent his anger. Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed Wan pin rooted tae......

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...Ma boatie sailed ower the mist covered sea, I searched an sought for your hidden shore, Shrouded in mist frae ma searching eye. You left in a red mist o yer makin, Stormin aff afore ah could stoa......

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...With all the impeachment talk, worried about ecopolitical Trumpian aristocracy, five more years of narcissistic nonsense, of white privileged entitlement of second and third deadened generations ......

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...Growing up in govan as a wain We didny have much in they days But we'd wid never complain . We were happy way wat Yeh geed Nae body gret or yed get a slap on the heid. Aw the games we aw used t......

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...Am a lass fae Govan There a wiz born n breid When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes N a split ma poor wee heid Fae Glesga to Fife Wiz where we went To a flat in Methil That ma maw goa......

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...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. ......

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...Tak a swally wae mae will ye? toast tae a life goan past tae a wee lassie pure et last Am no gonie lie ets time fur her tae die.. So swally doon yer whisky son goat a joab tae be dun we'......

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...'Imagine'. Life's wurth without, 'imagination', could we iver contemplate creation? A gif' to have in oor ain mind's een, without it, nuthin' wundrous wid be iver seen. Rabbie."O wad so......

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...A luv ma life sae full o' joy, I keep ma interests at full employ. Each day fur me is sic' delight, every day, aw' day an' ivery night. I go tae bed an' lay doon ma heid, aye richt eft......

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...Thar was nae richt ae laddie sair wha heft a cave 'side Galloway, wi' nae jaiken he griftit dare as he was nae tae lippen tae. Ill-naitur'd fishwife he haud in wi', the twa 'greed tae gang the'gith......

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...stubborn at the most unfortunate moments and quick with a flabbergasted wit he ambushes me from the alleys in his mind from behind where four strikes are uncommon and frequently commented......

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