Laird Poems - Poems about Laird

...El Coco Definitivo... Get myself together get a change of atmoshere never mind the weather only we can do this here don't say you love me when nothing you say is true you and I together start......Read the rest...

...Why do these guys quit before seventy? After achievements Life on Earth empty! There was to be a Macgregor Laird: Before sixty-one years to rest laid... For my avid interest in History, I coul......Read the rest...

...Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!" -- the Third Witch to the top 1 percent * * * A Lord of Scotland am I full declared -- Or rather "Laird" (the title clans prefer) -- While my old lady dubbed is "Lairdy" Merde, Although she hard insists I hail her "Sir"; How I in kilt the bonny lad do look, When whirling in the heather on th......Read the rest...

...The Spaniel A Spaniel that uses its head Can tell when its owner’s unfed So instead of a duck That is down on its luck Will deliver a pizza instead The Afghan Hound The......Read the rest...

...The Bichon Frise The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou That the crowd duly wowed has to coo ‘Til the dog starts to droop And its owner to scoop Some acutely embarrassing doo The ......Read the rest...

...With some apprehension, he prepared to write; with his muse’s dissention, there’d be no insight, and thus, by extension, no joint, shared delight. With her added dimension, he’d dared lofty heig......Read the rest...

...The drunk hogs the path where the public walks Then hogs the air with his nonsense talk His breath smells of ale His eyes look stale This Scottish male In a Scottish gale Just gets wet Along ......Read the rest...

...***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed" but the Dutch and many others certainly do*** Amsterdam ......Read the rest...

...Hear Me, O Muse, no moos or cluckings, muckings or horns of fog Do sound the clamoring claxons of the bardics that be written by William McGonagal o’ the Bog, That Laird of Lamentations Disastr......Read the rest...

...Love of my mother's Scotland knows no bounds, yet she, like me, was destined far to roam. Her wistful music of the isles surrounds my everyday, her voice so soft and low. Sweet songs of love, and......Read the rest...

...Gang awa frae tha Glen Tae a fearsome place; Where tha darkened souls Hae na gleemps o’grace. Where tha work must fit A new tongue and race. Gang awa frae tha Glen for a wheel. “Tis for cert......Read the rest...

...Don't lie to me. Don't half-truth to me, like some craven jar, wide of mouth and full of capricious weather. And never sing to me tunes not of your own making I am not yours to pawn, as a wast......Read the rest...

...His name was James Skene He came from Aberdeen Sent down to Edinburgh to die, The brother of the Laird Land and power shared Everything that Scotland could supply. But inward treasure capture......Read the rest...

...'We have a future king to make,' Said the deep, resounding voice. 'But it is not a proper fit for everyone. For a king must know first how to obey than to command, And to abide rather than reign.' '......Read the rest...

...(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 / Song of Solomon / John 11: 23 – 27 / Revelation 21: 3, 4) Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor Will You Come Walking To Me As Hard Rains Pour? Beneath A Tree of Life I Sto......Read the rest...