Jock always wore a sporran and kilted
Wore a clan tartan hat that looked quilted
But couldn't cope with the stares
And so now trousers he wears
Cos everything below has now wilted...
Word got round the town now everyone knows
Why Jock has taken to wearing strange clothes
He used to flash all his bits
Have the young lassies in fits
But now too embarrassed when the wind blows...
(a sporran is a small leather pouch worn with a kilt that serves as a wallet as kilts don't have pockets)
Written 26 September 2020.
Categories:
kilted, humor,
Form: Limerick
"The Daily Troubles"
Put on pause -
paws like a dog
begging for
some scraps
that loyalty matters
Dreams wake up
and all the other
broken hearts
laugh
Love is
a two up
making sense
of Scrabble
You offer a
kick start
coffee for
a heart that is tired
Love is
the receiving
battle
Warriors wanting
naked kisses
blue stroked
and kilted
four drawn
and quartered
You
Braveheart
Treading water …
New languages.
Dreams wake up
and all the other
broken hearts
laugh
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Daily Battles" / Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/gFjep-baGuU
Categories:
kilted, love,
Form: Free verse
In March 1918 the Germans advanced so quick and clean
The Western Front was burst open as had not before been seen
And the British Army was in retreat
So they pushed the Australians into the frontline gap so neat
When the Diggers moved on up as fast as they could track
To hold the German advancing onslaught back
When they met the British in disarray they did say
‘You are going the wrong way, chum’ and didn’t stop that day
But the Diggers advanced on to meet the foe
With no intention of losing this important show
And which soldiers did they find fighting the rear guard
But the kilted Scots stoutly fighting for each yard
So together they stopped this important battle in its tracks
And fought the Germans to stop and go back
They gave them the bloody nose needed
That commenced the end for the Germans succeeded.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
kilted, world war i, ,
Form: Ballad
The little Church was crammed full
When my brother left this plane
A kilted piper piped him in
Then piped him out again
Abide with me it skirled out
Bringing lumps to lots of throats
And many cheeks were watered
From eyes that looked like moats
Lips with teeth were bitten
To keep the sobbing locked inside
But even with this action
Our pain we could not hide
The faces they were saddened
From the loss of one so dear
Eyes from empty hollows stared
Nothing now was very clear
Today my brother left us
For a better place to dwell
And it won’t be a long time
Till we all join him as well
To once more be a family
Like we were once before
Laughing joking telling stories
No need to worry anymore
Categories:
kilted, bereavement, brother, death, family,
Form: Rhyme
Surrounded by an ocean, seas and England,
Creates ships, sailors and a long suffering
Only a diet of oatmeal, whisky and Calvinism
Taken daily, eases. Then there is the rain,
Like a liquid gift sent down from heaven,
As if to grow the heather and the kilted pipers
Needed, to let the English know we're here,
Damn' well, for all their shenanigans.
Could this be why the bagpipes have their drones,
To send wee messages abroad to Scottish homes?
Categories:
kilted, culture, fun, patriotic,
Form: Blank verse
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:
kilted, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens
Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men
Their futures to be part of our history, Queens to our many Clans
As we stand and salute the Saltire, by the side of their Highlander man
Such a Princess exists, in a far away land from the Scot's
To our shores we'll grace her beauty, once seen, forget me not
Onclaud, by the name Nette, shall stand by her Alba man
Upon a Ben she'll stand so proud, admiring the lands of her married Clan
She'll walk through purple heathers, thickened by natures sun
Amidst ferns and ancient bracken's by burns so crisp in run
By her side he stands this man, kilted displaying his kin
Claymore at the ready to grace his enemies skin
His Queen, their Kingdom, their Castle, resting on the shores of the River Ness
Overlooking forests and greens, salmon runs in richness finesse
When the night befalls these lands, in the Kingdom of the Lochs and Glens
It's understandable as to why they be wooed, by these historic Highlander men
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-6.php
Categories:
kilted, history, people, places
Form: Quatrain
Carnival without merit, affinity, and association
Brash, bellowing band bleeting notes in oscillation
Circus creatures cavorting about with every unseemly provision
Cascading, carnival chorus clanging through every subdivision
Haughty, kilted henchmen trotting in front of the procession
Decadently-dressed damsels fawning at mock adulation
Coarsely-clad clowns tromping along in derision
Freaky, festooned floats fluttering through every alley and intersection
Ghastly garlands strewn about with every drunken petition
Teaming, throbbing townspeople on marauding mission
Corrupt Councilors culled and paraded about in degradation
Frugal, free-loading foragers scraping up every token donation
Vacuous, votive vendors profitting from their abnegation
Ebullient, enterprising entrepreneurs scalping without aversion
Categories:
kilted, fantasy
Form: Rhyme
I, a Scottish Golden Eagle so regal on the breeze
To soar on thermals high over Scottish Glens with ease
To look down on the lands of kilted, pipes and lochs
Witnessing the scattering of our clans, be present at our loss
For Andrea's Blog, if you were to be a animal?
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php
Categories:
kilted, inspirational, people, places
Form: Couplet
There's a clan from Scotland called the Fraser's
In battle they were the erasers
Their enemies were rubbed out
Kilted and screaming they'd shout
If they did it today, they'd be tasered
Categories:
kilted, funny
Form: Limerick
Scotland, rich in pride
Braw mountainous scenery
Stands proud and salutes
Saltire shares the wind
Tartan Highlanders kilted
Kingdom of the clans
Categories:
kilted, inspirational, places
Form: Haiku
Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
Highland dancers
In kilted skirts
Grooms at weddings
Kilt and dirk
But our Tartan and Pipes
Go back many years
Led soldiers into battles
See the enemy fear
After Culloden
Both were banned
A country naked
At the English hand
Our clans of many
In colours so grand
Woven by weavers
Our women's hands
All over the world
Scots are spread
Taking their Tartans
Of green, blue and red
It's a welcome reminder
To the kin of their past
Never forgotten
Designed to last
This plaid of cloth
History enriched
Scottish pride
In every stitch
And like our pipes
From centuries past
This Scottish of Scots
Are here to last
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
Categories:
kilted, history, inspirational, passion, places
Form: Rhyme
He stands proud and strong, this kilted warrior
head held high against the unending pain
of a heart born out of sadness
for the loss of those who came before him
and thoughts of those who would
continue on when he himself was no more.
Proud men one and all
vows made, till surrendered in death
to defend that which
was their birthright, the very land
upon which he now stood.
The call to battle though long since silenced
came from within his very heart and soul
blood of the ancient ones raged in his veins
his sword by his side...shield upon his back
he stood ready to charge into battle
to do what was expected of him since birth
to fight as those before him fought
without fear, but with a strength
only a battle hardened warrior
knew and understood.
Categories:
kilted, death, imagination, loss, places,
Form: Prose Poetry