Long Aff Poems

>I was thinking of writing a letter to the Felixstowe radio, well the people who run it, not the radio itself.  That would be daft, wouldn’t it?  Writing to a radio.  But...

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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'gither.
She haud...

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>I had a question today asking what or who  was The Mad Author I did try to explain,. However like all aspiring poets (Cough, cough.) I already had a poem in print explaining and...

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Note

(Try to put your best Scottish accent on when reading this one)



Disguarded fae the workplace, rusted red distorted frame.
Mangled handles reachin' oot like a wee disguarded bairn.
Were ye pushed aroon' a factory,heavin' loads or liftin'...

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Now obvi 
us is what this poem is about
Dancing fur the last time
if God exist get ready
here i come
i will take the loon way round
can't imagine my anger
no stop would make
when you realise this it...

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>As an ex- B 2 dog trainer, from the Royal Army Veterinary Corps of too many years ago.  I cringe when I see dogs dressed up like fashion models.  But knowing me, as...

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at night they roam
home seeds need sewn
wi joints n wine
they stan in line

troop doon the streets
in search ay geeks
tay jump on there heeds
an gee em nose bleads

oh the neds

wi trackis tucked in
an chibs up sleaves
they...

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> What can I say that is good.
About jumping horses over high brush wood.

Wish I could think of something nice.
Sorry can't if I had all night. 

Horses were transport in days of old.
Many perished in...

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NOTE-Right now Scotland is suffering it's worsed winter since 1963.The severe 
weather has put the whole country at a stand-still..... 



Polar bears in kilts, it's now minus fifteen.
Ice cube cars and wellies and our frozen...

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Awa' oan the Firth of Forth, 
high oan the famous brig', 
a laboring lad toils tirelessly 
in the cauld and bitter wind.

Awa' aff the river shore, 
a braw lassie waits for him, 
scourin' and roastin'...

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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 stoap yer...

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Thursday morning
Day aff
Time to have a think...

Down the M9
To Edinburgh
And walk across the Forth Bridge.


In the car
It's not very far
Only 26 miles,

Last day of sun
A'fore it rains a ton
Time for a few wee smiles.


Wind in...

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The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud.
Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust,
Of a...

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Wur in RE an the nuns are gien                    
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota...

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Whit'll ye dae when the Muslims come
If they bring thur minarets,mosques and imams
An' ower the city sound the muezzins' prayer alarms
An' they mak great play o' daein' Ramadan
An' profit frae sellin liquor they themselves ban
Glesga,whit'll...

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