Long Bagpipe Poems

A Bagpipe am I,
My drones point to the sky!
I am magic they say, since the wizard ‘spelled’ on me that day.

He gave me the gift of immortal time,
I could travel through centuries,
T’was a gift.
It was...

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Clans, Ilks and Tartans

Woven into threads of red and black,
Girded by grids of white,
Distant plaintive bagpipe memories
Of sunset over Kilmaurs –
A crest that bears a unicorn
Touches royal roots
As a poet’s tribute to a patron lost
Watches...

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A Scot had once been quite handsomely built

Now with corona did not fit his kilt 

Ate all he could find

With more on his mind

Became rotund and his manhood did wilt


Isolation made the fridge his best...

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We are going on a trip to the British Isles
and Channel Island of Guernsey and Normandy.
This sure should be quite a cruise. Here is my
first poem I am writing about it even though I
have not...

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SPRING   SONG

When this  lovely vale  begins to spring back to life
Crocuses in blue and yellow  unfold their tender petals
And reach wide-fingered for the warming sunshine
While the daffodils jostle for attention...

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THE   LONGEST    DAY

It’s an astronomical fact little-known
That  New Year’s Eve  nineteen ninety one 
Was the longest  the  record will show.
The sun set in the west at...

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On the Isle of Skye, water runs down the Cuillin mountains into waterfall streams
It's a beautiful and tranquil place
Where the local fairies live, play and dream

A red-bearded Scotsman walks from his village
He carries his beloved...

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In the crimson dawn, a tale unfurls,
A scorching day, the heat unfurls,
Lost in a haze, my mind unfurls,
A journey from haven to infernal swirls.

Amidst this chaos, a mosquito takes flight,
Brandishing a bagpipe with all its...

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One legged evil brownie with a lopsided top hat
Was tired of crab legged crone thinking she was all that
Her feather and sword gave her instant jurisdiction
Her thought her followers fell under some addiction.

Her flag-waving ways...

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Arthur's seat sits hidden by the cloak of night, his head up in the clouds. 
Princes Street lies empty, no royals, no life, no crowds. 
Nelson stands neglected, having made a monumental mistake. 
Charlottes' going...

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I can hear them in the distance when the air is bright and clear
They bring back bitter memories of a long ago yesteryear
The whining of the pipes I can remember well,
As they set the cadence...

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…To you…
If loneliness had a sound
What would that sound be
Could it be the sound of sadness
Or something heard
Quite differently

…To you…
Twould it be the sigh of wind
‘Pon the windowpanes
The hiss of sleet upon the glass
Would it...

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I whispered lightly as a rose
To grease my oily bagpipe,
And sniffing with her hairy nose
A dwarf flew into sight.

‘Pull down your flabby chopsticks, man.’
She ordered like a waiter,
And lowering my name to Stan
Got on all...

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I long to traipse across lavender heathered hills
and look across the North Sea as a winter wind chills.
Again, to dwell in a cottage, nestled in a green glen
or traverse Scotland's burns, I yearn. Do ya...

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 Stay a little longer

come closer to my heart

Breathe dew breeze  on my neck's nape

do not yet depart

Play for me bagpipe music

Blindfold all my starving fears

Let the dulcet tones of your voice

give us back...

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They’re mournful at a wake or when
A person’s laid to rest,
Yet there are those who say their sound
Is something to detest.

But line them up and hear them played
By marchers wearing kilts
And suddenly you see the...

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I am not a fickle man
I have thrilled at the bagpipe delicious songs
Sat alone where rivers ran
But never blew a pipe for throbbing throngs

If give you my heart, gain
All of me, a flower withers without...

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Tell Walcott it is not his fault
The line runs right through him
Truth is a vaulted sea
Where the West Indies brim
With fugue rupturing pedigree
My one discontent
Is the continuity of the viral voice
Splicing the DNA of our...

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in the front clapping and praising, high hands reaching.
former times held the lyrics of tambourine —
bells in a circle shaking, hitting thighs.
then there’s the ukulele — a small guitar,
held close in swaddle, fingers strumming up...

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I haven’t sailed her rocky shores,
peered through her misty veils,
but clansman blood runs thru my veins.
Fore-fathers climbed her trails.

I long to see highlands and meadows, 
the lochs and the glens and more,
to seek fabled Loch...

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A giraffe who was new
At the Aberdeen Zoo
Heard a bagpipe askirling one day.
He tracked down the player
And offered to pay her
If she kindly would teach him to play.
He gazed at the piper,
A Hebrides viper,
As she...

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bang, back to me you come, twice, bang, bang, and bursting, at the seams with light and food and sounds like an old bagpipe, you parade my mind, you bastard, my big little baby, my...

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