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Born in Aberdeen Washington
where he hung out,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Taught himself to play guitar,
liked to smoke some weed,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Started writing songs,
had very deep meaning,
“And I’m living off of grass
and drippings from the ceiling”
Formed the band Nirvana
with some of his buddies,
“But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings”
“Something in the way”
boy he’s got ambition,
“Something in the way yeah”
unwavering conviction,
“Something in the way”
chronic stomach condition,
“Something in the way yeah”
impending perdition.
Records started to sell
superstardom beckoned,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Took the billboard chart by storm,
Grunge had found its champion,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Money started to come in,
met ‘Courtney Love’ it seems,
“And I’m living off of grass,
and drippings from the ceiling”
Got married had a child,
They named her Frances Bean,
But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings.
“Something in the way”
by your own admission.
“Something in the way yeah”
is it drug addiction,
“Something in the way”
rehab with no remission,
“Something in the way yeah”
a round of ammunition.
Nothings in the way,
they can feel you breathing,
Board spells out your name
a very eerie feeling,
Gun went off by mistake
is the wound still healing,
Sigrid’s seance was no fake,
I am so believing,
A voice of burning nails
exorcising demons,
Goodbye Kurt Cobain
tarp was only weeping.
By
David Kavanagh
Inspired by
Sigrid Ermine poem
Called by Cobain seance
Lyrics “something in the way” by,
Kurt Cobain.
Degree work again! With Aberdeen University,
Long distance, so not in strange surroundings,
This time in the subject of my choice and tenacity,
For posterity, so as to keep above the drownings.
It’s Christian Studies, or I say theology or religion,
And psychosomatic is the word to deflect and bat,
Which loudly venerates in the divinity selection,
Where divinity scholars attempt that requested slat.
Psycho-so-matic, or “the mind” “by” “motor action”:
“the mentality” “using” “cognitive brain structures”;
“the mental” “through” “neurological muscular motion”,
The psyche so as to do with events, people and cultures.
But why don't theologians see psychosomatic analysis,
As astronomically colliding with that transcendental verb,
In which god apologises for that divine interference,
When anytime, god changes your clarity into a muddy blurb.
As a disabled child in physio, for sure I truly understood,
The word “psychosomatic”, ‘cos my bible-loving dad,
Thought the word was academic trash, not white nude,
Because it validates contextual sociology as the comrade.
So did my arm and legs movements all depend on god?
Or on psychosomatics - if my parents had sent me out full?
On happiness, psychology, mood, highers and fine kin squad,
On settings, sociology and environment, and not on bull.
Surely the discussion in theology class should entertain,
Really straight, whether the bible fits into the normal tap,
Where you march, join, journey boldly through the terrain,
Of a richly humanly authored character splayed literary trap.
This race to freedom starts and ends with glee
Our feelings for each other staunch and keen
We cycle cross the prairie fancy free
Our goal to reach the port of Aberdeen
Our feelings for each other staunch and keen
No barriers appear to slow our flight
Our goal to reach the port of Aberdeen
With thund'ring hearts we race on through the night
No barriers appear to slow our flight
Unshackled joy as we behold the reef
With thund'ring hearts we race on through the night
The ship in port is ours, is our belief
Unshackled joy as we behold the reef
With tears of joy we know our goal is reached
The ship in port is ours, is our belief
The water from our tears flows to the beach
With tears of joy we know our goal is reached
Some day we'll tell our children of this tale
The water from our tears flows to the beach
We board the launch, make ready to set sail
Some day we'll tell our children of this tale
The day we fled from tyranny and fear
We board the launch, make ready to set sail
Was desp'rate times that brought our family here
The day we fled from tyranny and fear
Imprinting it upon our mem'ries while
Was desp'rate times that brought our family here
To live in peace on this most glorious isle
Imprinting it upon our mem'ries while
We cycle cross the prairie fancy free
To live in peace on this most glorious isle
This race to freedom starts and ends with glee
When mother goes to vote.
We all get up at the peep of day and fret and fume and stew,
While father lays the breakfast cloth and makes the coffee too.
He always gets his fingers burned I would not dare to quote
The things he says around the stove when mother goes to vote.
The cat is sure to steal the cream the puppy steals the steak,
And when we wash the dishes up a lot are bound to break,
And baby chokes and cries enough to spit his little throat.
And father seem to hate himself
When mother goes to vote.
We kids are all as still as mice and at attention stand,
Prepared to run for curling tongs and pins at her command
And father hooks her up the back and helps her with her coat
and puts her in a cab when mother goes to vote.
Author unknown
I did not write this poem. I discovered it in a journal belonging to my Great grandmother.
Her name was Minnie Ameilia (Haccansen) Tyner. She died in May 1920. She lived in Aberdeen,South Dakota
Have you ever been to Edinburgh, Perth or Aberdeen?
Or have you been to London to see Her Majesty the Queen?
Have you flown over Continents or Cities by the score?
Spoken to US Presidents, knocked on dignitaries doors?
Have you followed in others' footsteps, to places quite unique?
So fatigued and tired, that you could hardly speak?
Have you listened to the music from many distant lands,
Played by Pipes and Drums and other interesting bands?
Have you been to far off Countries, where tragedy abounds?
Seen tsunami disasters or shells begin to pound?
Have you walked some streets with pleasure, admired them with glee?
Entered a fine Olde Restaurant for a lovely cup of tea?
Have you wandered in some valley, by a lovely flowing stream?
Or sat beside the seaside in a myriad of dreams?
Have you watched a sporting item or an entertaining show,
Where professional ability left a pleasant afterglow?
Have you considered all the options, which put you to the test?
Or do you really think that you have done your very best?
Life can be quite marvellous, tragic, sad or kind!
It's really what you make it, that gives you peace of mind!
Neil is a para-cyclist who has often paired up with,
One of two people, either Sarah Storey’s husband,
Or Craig MacLean to pedal to gold, it’s his smith,
Having been a track sprinter, built up his hand.
Barney Storey has Type 1 diabetes from childhood,
And the pair took gold in the World Championships,
In 2009, both in the kilo and the sprint, both good,
At the kilo where they set a new WR, took strips.
Then in 2011 in the Italian Para-Cycling Track Worlds,
Him and Craig won gold in both events, new WR,
Then in LA with Barney again he won silver cords,
And in London they won gold with another new WR.
In 2014 Neil teamed up with Pete Mitchell in Mexico,
Where they won gold in the 1 km tandem time trial,
But he reunited with Craig for the games in Glasgow,
Where they won gold for sprint and time trial, double.
Neil is an MBE from 2013 and comes from Aberdeen,
Was born with an eye condition, retinitis pigmentosa,
He studied physics at the University of Aberdeen, lean,
And was born on the 12th of March in 1984, a goer.
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 captured mind and heart
The noose won't drag him and God apart,
So death where is your sting
When the edict of the King
Is naming God as a royal crime,
And the Covenanter's tone
Is God sits on the throne
Welcome to the "Killing Times".
The Privy Council told Skene to back down
But He loved and served a different Man's crown,
The sentence of the boss
Was death at Market cross
So that all the people then could see,
The covenant they made
Was a useless aid
If they thought that it would set them free,
He felt his life was not dear to him
Here are the final words of James Skene
"I lay down my life
For owning Jesus Christ"
He said as he looked up to the sky,
On a cold December Day
The wind and rope then played
Swinging to the tune of Martyr's cry,
Confirming what the world already knows
The blood of Martyr's make the harvest grow.
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Your here to spread the news about the birth
Of our princess.
Her name is Josephine
She was born at eight fifteen
Was nineteen inches long and weighted in at
Six pounds 3 ounces the Queen is fine and the
King is overflowing with happiness.
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Her eye color is aquamarine.
Later on we will have a gala with full dress.
Her name is Josephine
She was named after the mother of the Queen
For her courageousness
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
We believe she has taken after her great great
Grandmother Irene
Seems she can see tree lights in varying degrees
So she will be able to understand the old ancient
Language which makes her even more priceless.
Her name is Josephine.
The other attribute is she will be a great go
Between
Since she is half human we believe there will be
No limit to her success.
Now go in peace with this news release around
The greens
Telling everyone you meet we have a princess her
Name is Josephine.
The king and Queen
Of the elves have two blonde haired blue eyed
Princes who will one day reign
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
These two young adults named Ivan and Eugene
Have learned about what it takes to rule their
Realm of green.
The Monarchy is so excited there will be two
Kings to take care of their domain.
The King and Queen
Have sent for the prince's younger sister princess
Josephine
Who will now remain with her husband Germane
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
Ivan will be marrying princess Geraldine.
Eugene will be marrying princess Lorraine.
The King and Queen
Will be hosting the engagement ball where the
Princesses will be receiving their rings of
Aquamarine.
This will be a huge event where elves come from
All around to play games, give their blessing, a
Present and to toast the young couples with
Champagne.
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen
Is a spectacular scene.
Captain
Report to the King and Queen
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
As it was when we have left,
Not from the very begining,
As this is Halloween,
Or the Night of Samhain.
Where the horror unfolds,
Of this tale of four lost souls,
Trapped in a forbidden place,
Where once terror and
bloodlust reigns.
As we were frighten to the
bones,
When Mary came at us as a
different girl,
Mary was our friend and my
lover,
But at this moment she was
neither.
As she spoke with a soothing
voice,
The voice that came out was
not hers,
Ancient with a tinge of malice,
She said her name was Alice.
That was once a very long
time ago, In a remote village
of Scotland,
Near Westhill of Aberdeen of
Salem's lot,
She was hunted out of her
home to this land.
Because she is one of the
thirteen witches,
Sisters of the unholy trinity
coven,
With a whole new identity
and common name,
To blend into society as she
is.
And onwards this story goes...
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Russell Sivey
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