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Balance Sheet Karma

Reconciling
life’s ledger
hoping 
it’s in black

Every deed
and every need
accountable
in fact

Debits
fighting credits
to balance
in the end

The jist of life
through joy and strife
where numbers
— will portend

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)

A Shepherd's Day

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.

Harry Hotspurs

Harry Windsor now presses the charge.'
Against instigators;  roaming at large.)
Fellons with fetters, who apply methods hard.'
Who twist and will twitter, stretch an inch to
A yard.' As packs they are waiting the slightest
Small slip, alls grist to the torture in the rumour
Mills jist.' No soul will stay unturned, no corpse
Rests in peace' they're only true target.? next who
Will they fleece.?

Forever Trusty

Annie thought Ben would be forever trusty
    But Ben hain't been married nigh on two year now
       ~ 'haps he's jist a bit rusty

A Glesga Setterday Nicht

“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 the graun,
Ither yin moved like a dervish,
Gaun naewhaur fast.
He should of been hame
Wi his wifie and weans
But naw he insisted 
Wi a wee refreshment wi his pals.
Jist a hauf an a hauf an a wee blether
Pittin the world tae rights.
But man the craik was brill that nicht
Whit a pity it ended in a fecht.
Nothing though like the fecht
He wid huv when at home.
His wifie stood livid at the door
Tears a dripping ontae the floor
Weans moaning and bawling
Nae dinner again old mans supping fu.
Setterday nicht in Glasga toon
Lying sprawled an fu unner the moon,

©Andrew P McIntyre 2015-05-28.

Regretting Fits--

REGRETTING FITS--


Twas the jist of it;
My mind not into it;
Gotta be kidding me;
Must be me reality;
I may just regret this;

written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

Tombstone Jack

here be layin mean en evil tombstone jack
they done shot em six times in the back
they was afeard of his dead eye aim
that gived jack his well knowd name

but now they kin jist call em holey



Authors Note:
 The spelling, grammar errors and dialect 
are done intentionally. 
It is my attempt to keep within the 1800's era writing style. 
A writer of that time period was lucky to be able
to write their own name.

Tight Wad

yer cannie as cannie be
Na'e sloutch or frivolous spend-thrift ye
Who's coins to feered to leave the purse
In-case it's ye'sd tae quench the thirst
O' the ither who's just stood ye one
now sitting empty as a drouthy burn,
as he waits on you ta'e stand yer turn.

He taps his glass-he looks at you,
a bead o' sweat runs doon yer broo.
There's na'e way oot o' this one noo.
So yo steady yersel, ye are resigned
to pay the ither back in-kind.
But then an idea springs ta'e mind.

Ye dig deep, you rummage roon'd
the ither hopes its coin ye'v  foon'd.
But you pull oot yer watch instead-
his face is thunder, your's turns red,
but not of shame- but by reprieve
for the preciose coin that's jist been saved.

Jings!  is that the time you will exclaim
it's high time you were getting hame.
And as you prepare to go your way.
i'll catch you next time you will say,
and pat the purse that's hidden away
your coinage saved for an-ither day
a poem by john-jock-scott

Loving a Rad

I see you struggle
And there is no bliss
Your high, your low
Can we just kiss?

I see you toggle
And there is no glitz
Your mad, your sad
Please stop these fits.

I see you vogel
And there is no remiss
Your here, your there
I miss your kiss.

I see you struggle
In this abyss
Please let me love you 
And take care of this jist.

Toni Ann

Dear To Me

I can't imagine what it feels like 
But I got the jist when I saw your pain
You were so excited to start a family
A family that never came 
Blood, tears, heartbreak, sadness
Is this really God's plan for me? 
I just wanted happiness 
But I lost the thing most dear to me

Bloody Women

As a listen tae the rich syllables dripping fae her mooth ma heart 
beats a little faster.
A wish a could jist embrace 
the impending disaster.

As a watch the curl of her 
lip in pontificating splendour 
ma blood runs that little bit 
quicker..A wish a could jist 
imbibe some mare liquor

A feel her bite intae ma bone 
an unsuspecting marrow her 
saliva is copiously flowin. 
If a could jist get tae grips wae 
this sense a foreboding

She engenders hatred an 
malignancy in ma heed. 
An invocation tae war 
not peace. As she endeavours tae 
render me as inconsequentially benign.

Certain Projects and I

To stay the course of penned projects
Some long, some short, on sheets of white
Solitude, my thoughts and I abide
But this course we love, sometimes fade
I need jist of that potent thing
The very thing I miss, each time
My muse, my thoughts and me resist
Staying course with certain projects.

*

Not Sure If I Had Posted This One

My heart, at times, seems very vile 
I get lost, and then react from pain
But my soul longs to see your smile

I look back later, there is no denial
Things I say must hurt, must drain
 My heart, at times, seems very vile

I'm the prosecutor in an unjust trial
I become angry, filled with disdain
But my soul longs to see your smile

Of resentments I seem to stock pile
As though it is in hatred I do train
My heart, at times, seems very vile
 
If we could just turn back the dial
For now indifference has the reign
But my soul longs to see your smile

Walk in my shoes jist a single mile
Give me this one chance to explain
My heart, at times, seems very vile
But my soul longs to see your smile

The Looney

Eedjit, bamstick, scunner and twit,
Am no wan o’ them, am jist a nit.
People  whae’ve kent me, aw ma days,
 Say am unstable, in aw ma ways.

They dinna really ken, the person ah am,
A real great guy, and no’ a bam.
Ah dae some awfy funny things,
But ahm no a hanky, cranky ---- jings!

Dae ye ‘oanestly think, am really ‘bats’,
Eyes all ablaze, like a big Manx cats.
Yellin’ an’ screamin’, an’ roond the bend,
A daft wee looney, tae the very end.

Ah tell ye ya’ great big scunnerin’ oafs,
Ye better no’ let me hear ye scoaff.
Ah’ll batter yer lugs against a wa’,
And yaise yer heids, tae play fitba’.

Then ah’ll throw ye under a movin’ train,
An’ mak mincemeat, oot o’ yer feeble brains.
Am a real great guy, the very best
But dinnae dare pit me tae the test!

Geordie

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!

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